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search for this in youtube! [ Underlie Part 4【 Undertale Comic Dub 】] sorry for the trouble

((Wow that video was a trip bUT WOW YEAH THIS IS A REALLY REALLY GOOD ONE ACTUALLY!!! One step shy of perfect honestly, I imagine Chaz’ might perhaps have less emphasis on the squishes, more on the echo, and be maaaaaaaaybe just a sliver deeper; but its already plenty good enough! Thanks a million friend!!))

((OH andPardon my delay in getting back ya I wasn’t around yesterday, but don’t worry about Tumblrs nonsense with links in asks. Its always been a chore XD)) 

#ask #ask game #voice claim #headcanon #anonymous #perfectdownpour

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uh, did it go through? ._.;

((Ah, no it didn't, pardon! You can try again if you want but don't worry about it if it's too much trouble. thank ye all the same!))

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i watched a video some time ago that sounded kind of fitting? do you want a link? it's an undertale comic dub video and the voice they gave gaster sounded bubbly and mysterious ^-^

((Sure friend! Hit me! I think my submission box is open but if it isn’t then I guess you could just send me the name of it to google or something? Thanks a bunch btw!))

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a kind of deep voice with an overlaying warbly watery sound? that makes it kind of difficult to understand unless you really listen

((Yeah that is more or less the intent, save that I feel thats kind of hard to like.. “picture”? wrong word I know you dont picture a sound but yknow what I mean like its hard to describe. Even then what would it overlay? Like should his voice be really deep and grumbly or should it be more hissy like a bubbly serpent?? So many options so so many so many...))

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Someone gurgling water/mouthwash

((really? This guy? Nnnnoooooooo.))

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Muns, tell me in my inbox what voice claim you have for my muse!

#((please I need serious help with this one I have no idea what hed sound like)) #ask game

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tagged by: @afracturedexistence also 3 months back tagging: no one again p sure yall already done iiiit

BASICS

▐ NAME: Puddle/Norou/MyRealNameSomeOfYouKnow ▐ PRONOUNS: he/him ▐ SEXUALITY: Heterosexual ▐ TAKEN OR SINGLE: Smitten..? Can I use that here Im gonna use that here. ▐ FIVE FACTS:

1. I actually hate both writing and reading with a passion, and I used to consider them both my least favorite subjects. Somewhat relatedly I never actually actively pursued 2D art in any real degree- and still don’t consider myself anything beyond a hobby artist. I have no clue how I ended up here all things considered.

2. I do love comedy, I love ranting, and I think ranting comedy is one of the prime types of humor. ‘course, all humor is good humor as long as its timed right.

3. I got a job at an ad agency and regularly produce commercials for triple A companies all to fund my ventures to SSB tournaments. Please add me I need more people to play...

4. Also pretty much the only person I know whos extroverted. Generally I loathe utilizing terms like that, but it is a good way to convey my point in a single word so... meh I guess.

5. I have quite possibly the worst luck and/or RNG out of everyone I have ever met. Go on, come at me with your stories of misfortune with random chance, I guarantee you I will have you beat.

EXPERIENCE ▐ HOW LONG ( YEARS/MONTHS ):  A good 6 years now, feels like a lot longer tbh i frequently miscount it by year or so. ▐ PLATFORMS USED: Tumblr pretty much. Skype/Discord also. ▐ BEST EXPERIENCE: Meeting my bestest longest friends!! 8D nothing beyond that really sticks out, but I am quite proud of the “Prodigal God Returns” drabble-thingy I did despite its tacky as hell name

MUSE PREFERENCES ▐ MALE OR FEMALE: No preference. including DnD I have one girl, one boy, and a gender-fluid deity   ▐ FAVORITE FACE: what is that what even is that ▐ FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT: I favor fluff it makes me warm and fuzzy, Angst is good- specially when it leads to fluff, and I still have never done any smut. Chaos kinda makes that hard to do.  ▐ PLOTS OR MEMES: Plots. Memes are a means to an end, theyre for introductions and goofy shiz. I’d far prefer ones quirks be shown in natural progression; and not because a specifically pointed question brought them to the for front. ▐ LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: Long.... ish.... its far better than something too short, but I mentioned above I hated and still hate reading, so if a drabble is a good 6 pages too long or reply some 3, I very much struggle to sift through it.

So far I haven’t run into something I deemed too long though beyond my own replies- so yes i am quite aware of the irony there, thanks.

▐ BEST TIME TO WRITE: I’m a very spur of the moment person, as well as one easily inspired. I write best after reading someone else’s thread that interests me ▐ ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSES: aha. ha. no. I like to think I’m one of the more positive and social people I’ve met. Chaos is not.

#Mun game #tag game #what do we call these even #yes im still just bored #ooc post #i should be doing school now...

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Battle Stats

tagged by: @afracturedexistence a good 3 months ago my timing is impeccable

tagging: No one im sure everyone in the world has done it by this point

★★★★★★★★★★ —  strength ★★★★★★★★★★ —  offense ★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆ —  defense ★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ —  speed ★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ —  durability ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆ —  accuracy ★★★★★★★★☆☆ —  agility ★★★★★★★★★☆ —  stamina ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ —  teamwork ★★★★★★★☆☆☆ —  stealth   ★★★★★★★★★★ —  close combat         ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ —  bladed weapons ★★★★★★★★★☆ —  blunt weapons   ★★★★★★★☆☆☆ —  ranged weapons ★★★★★★★★★★ —  superpowers/abilities ★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆ —  traps / setups ★★★★★★★★★★ —  medic (Self-heal only)

#headcanons #dash games #memes #((why yes I am just doing things cuz I'm bored.)) #tag games

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If only Hark had been conscious enough to know her thoughts. If only the successor of Chaos, the new embodiment of a power led by emotions had been able to grasp her thoughts. Maybe then he would have had fun with it. Maybe then he would have told her that, for all her beliefs that her entity was perfect, in some points of the multiverse, there was the possibility that she didn’t even exist.

But he couldn’t. Wrapped in power and intent, he couldn’t even begin to think that his own transformation, his own way to Chaos was disturbing someone who knew so little of the multiverse. He couldn’t even do anything more than let the blast finish and turn to her again, parts of his watery from near going solid and almost promising flight if it weren’t for the instability of Chaos Energy itself.

And still, something did.

Something did manage to near block her thoughts, her words, and throw them aside. Something, someone, managed without a single touch, to blot those thoughts with their own, forcing the wyvern to calm.

To listen.

The wyvern stood. Webbed hands left the ground and were brought up as he went to face the phoenix before, in the next instant, those wings, those dragonic wings flapped, stirring up the equivalent of a tidal wave with the force of a hurricane.

… That he combined himself with, heading straight for the phoenix’s throat.

Maybe he was smaller. Maybe he didn’t pack as much of a punch as a Chaos. But what he lost in those domains? He gained in speed. And cunning.

Finally-! Now this was an attack worthy of her noting! The little guy seemed to be taking her seriously after all, mayhap she’d have to start watching herself. 

While unfortunately for Hark this still wasn’t something Ifrit hadn’t seen her own Chaos do, fortunately for him this was one of the more effective strategies. Impressive area coverage, tall reach, nigh impossible to deflect, and a hefty bit faster than she remembered. It seemed Chaos’ usual habit of predictable, but no less imposing attacks weren’t amiss here. Stopping an advance like this wasn’t something she’d manage easily even if she weren’t drained from her previous bout. 

So while nothing about her game plan really changed, as she was looking to focus defense already, it was very irritating to be forced down that road regardless.In both application and appearance, the liquid proved an overbearing obstacle enclosing in around the phoenix; like the sides of a trench, or the walls of a pit... or the bars of a cage....

*...hmph, how fitting...*

Her flames of hate stoked themselves up again, the bird swung a hazardous wheel crashing back into the far end of her crater. A whirl of molten heat gave form, shrouding her in a blinding inferno. What sparks fleeing her body turned to droplets; closer to liquid than fire. Even the darkened dirt of the crater she just made began to boil and pour over itself, dripping down into the impact center. 

 She could likely outrun it, but then to where flee? The island- though quite large- was still rather limited in space. The sky beyond it wasn’t recommended either, even Ifrit wasn’t prideful enough to take this fight over open Ocean. Since outright damage evasion wasn’t an option now, she instead opted for damage mitigation- looking to vaporize much of the others attacks before it met with her; salvage the rest for a counter-strike. 

A bit of a gamble considering her previous encounter draining on her, but she was among the least vulnerable of their kind, much less so than Chaos at least. The fiend looked to at least trade here, though failing that she’d peck obvious places for weak-points to use in future exchanges. 

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#Facing fears #((why not both :D)) #keepinganimmortalworld

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Mephiles wasn’t sure whether or not it was ridiculous that he did not expect for his adversary to have the agility that she did or not. He only knew that he was frustrated for only a moment before all he could focus on was reacting. The situation had gone from bad to worse and he would have to focus on making sure she didn’t turn the tide any more than she already had.

As quick as she was, all this tight maneuvering must have taken an incredible amount of effort on Ifrit’s behalf; he would simply put some distance between them again so that he could very easily predict her movements. Unfortunately for Mephiles, he simply didn’t have the ability or weight to speed up like she did, nor was burning energy to do that an easy task for him compared to dancing around any danger he might come across on the wing, but that meant very little when that danger was so monstrously large compared to his form.

She was much, much too close for comfort. A hit and run style of attack seemed her thing so the dark was not surprised by her first strike. In fact, he even searched deep within his gut for energy to congeal into a physical attack he could spit back at her when she looped around for a second swing, a light gas to loose into the air and literally blow up in her face, hopefully resulting in her falling to the ground or retreating.

Unfortunately, the fraction of time that Mephiles needed to finalize his surprise for her did not pass before he felt a wing snap as the other’s tail slammed into his side, forcing him to – literally – cough up his secret weapon before he was prepared to deploy it. A grey cloud would hang in the air at the point of their meeting, doing nothing to aid the dark in staying there, instead only wisping about his figure as he plummeted downward and crashed through the trees to the ground below.

The assaulting Ifrit would only find a moment to soak in any pride she felt in finally landing a blow on the dark before the foliage far below would ignite, a giant wyvern bursting through them, heading directly towards her with a flame that would catch to nearly anything it touched and a rage that would crush whatever it could not burn.

Her wing missed, as did the blast that followed it, but the somersault she threw herself into with it put the phoenix in position to catch sight of her tail right as it plowed directly into her target. Accompanied by the puff of half-baked offensive dark-matter left floating in his wake, along with the ever-so-satisfying crack of semi-physical bone, there wasn’t time to blink before Ifrit put two and two together. 

‘Twas indeed unfortunate that Mephiles’ attempts to escape this fate succeeded only in hastening it, but then this result was all but foretold even by the deity’s own hierarchy. Tactics, trickery, talents and performance; all could only help to bridge the power-gap between elementals. But in the face of one so wide as this, how much good could the Demi-god reasonably do?

The still-airborne avian would stabilize themselves, quaff the better part of the fire ball she was building, and spit its meager remnants out as little piercing ember bolt at the lingering dust cloud, clearing it out. She would smirk a most impertinent smile, and trill in loud mockery of her fallen prey- a laugh like a chorus of smoldering vultures all rolled into one ungodly obnoxious package. And no more than a breath behind it her falsely flirty aura again disgorged across the island;

*Mephiles, Mephiles, Mephiles my dearest~ fancies himself the king amongst kings as always. Did he simply forget who he trifle’d with, or did our prince miss-mark his place on the whole? We really aught to do with leveling your head, dreary, that narcissism is really going too-* -The next of Ifrit’s emissions took a jarring, snapping turn as her aura swelled to burst with shock and awe. Along side it came a loud, startled squawk; and lastly a violent ripple shot through her ambient energy. 

This shutter spread seemingly through the air was, in deity tongue, the approximate equivalent to an exclamation. As for the nature of her outburst, and with prior context included, that would be best translated;  *-that narcissism is really going tooOOobBWOOOAAHHSHIT-!?!?!* -As the phoenix took to retreat, expending a great deal more energy to jump-start movement than would be reasonably required. 

Her volatile, hazardous combustions lit fires on what precious little in the local area hadn’t already been swallowed by her draconic counter-part’s. Even with the extra kick from her fright, however, start up remained an area of weakness for the bird. Yet there was naught much else available to her being caught so off guard.

But then, in the face of an Iblis, how much good could any guard do..?

#afracturedexistence #trails of fire #((heres a normal reply this time))

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No doubt, this was Chaos. The entry he had made had been so loud, so contrasting to his state now. The girl couldn’t begin to fathom what had brought him to this point.

A little less shocked by everything that had just happened, a moment to relax as she was not in danger anymore, the echidna finally brought a hand of her own to Chaos’ forearm, the other finding purchase behind his jaw, not entirely sure how to soothe him. It seemed like he had thought her long dead, only to be surprised and overjoyed that she was not.

So she was taken somewhat aback by his first statement, giving him a look of almost amused annoyance. What had she done to deserve that? The very situation moments ago was a grand example of why Tikal had left on her own without saying a word to the elemental.

But she caught that. Catching himself as he did, she heard enough and suddenly everything made sense.

“It’s… been a few weeks. Months, maybe.” She hadn’t exactly been able to count every day she had spent here perfectly, and it was not strange for the passage of time in one dimension to be different compared to another, but it had not been years.

Ever soothing was her touch, her subtle motions and calm gestures did much to ease the great beast’s trembles. Already she had turned the tides, providing her fear-rattled friend with comfort he’d been without all this time. And this just off the verge of facing such an overwhelming danger, this girl was truly a beacon of selflessness and mental fortitude... That, or she was just so fantastically terrible at situational awareness. Possibly both.

Though her answer seemed to steer Chaos more towards the later, at least for this instance in particular. His eyes still brimming with aetheric tears did little hide the growing feeling of incredulity; his mix of mild irritation and bafflement. The god bore a partial scowl for a healthy moment of silence, even twitching some involuntarily as he wrestled with the implications she so casually made.

He did however manage to out a scattered, “... Yes well that-... That might be... -But you are wrong...”, near the beginning; and towards the end of his pause a quick, “Very.. Very wrong.”

Annoyed indeed, though it was definitely not at her so much as the situation itself. Had they only a touch more time, that minor pout would have left as quickly as it came upon him, returning once more to the ecstatic state the elemental just was. 

Alas, no such mercy would be given to them, as the cage looked to have other designs upon the two. Or more accurately, the realm’s core occupant had designs upon a one.

Thunderous waves of wind rippled across the darkened space, unmistakable in nature as the bellow of a divine beast. Yet just as before there was no single sound that accompanied it; not to the ears of Tikal, nor that of any other mortal member trapped within the arena. Then came also the return of the rising temperature, though it far more gradual- nigh unnoticeable compared to prior. From every corner of it’s domain, the straggling pink nebulas were torn into the distance of which it was sent, pooling into instances of bright yellow orbs scattered about, escaping from view.

Alerted, the ascended aquatic turned from his friend towards the source of this noiseless roar, positioning himself directly between it and Tikal whilst flaring out his form. Tendrils fanned loose from his back, his scales sharpened and serrated- piercing to the mere touch, the God’s eyes once more fully engulfed in a raging blaze. Out of instinct and naught else, Chaos freed his own terrible screech in response to the other’s call. This incited yet another roar from Argus matching par with their first, and thus did the ritual look to continue thereafter- but not before in the quiet following Argus’ second did the liquid’s head twist ever-so slightly back.

“Whatever you came here for; forsake it”,  his voice grew cold and distant, strong and commanding. The girl would find no conversation to be had here. “Find an exit, hasten through it. Do naught else besides. Go. Now.” 

Lost no Longer

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minor ooc update

((So I'm pretty sure most everyone has figured this out already but I've gotten a bunch of cool new followers very recently so I figure it warrants my saying;))

((Hello yes I am Mun and I am a collage student and have been one for a good few years now. I'm in a weird kinda course so I basically have a new class every month and depending on the class I have a significant increase in workload and thus less free time; for example this month I have had literally no free time outta work and school at all. THE GOOD NEWS IS IM ALMOST FINISHED!!! A few more months and I'm done with stupid school for goOD WOOOOOOO!! Bad news is these last 3 or so classes are probably gonna be super hard or tedious or whatever so I will not have a lot of time. When I do have time I'll probably have to just prioritize plot threads too, so that's an extra bummer for the aforementioned new followers, I'm really sorry about that too.))

((So while I'm not gonna use the dreaded “H” word- because hatius on this website seems to have gone from meaning “not gonna be here for a bit” to “literally dropped off the face of the earth”- I am uh... I'm definitely not gonna be quick on the draw with replies or anything, sorry all! You're all of course still free to send asks or write starters for me if you so choose, I would love to build some amount or relationships I can come back to when I'm finally free! But just everyone please be aware I am nothing one could consider “active”, and it's not because I'm ignoring you. I am just simply that friggin busy.))

((Sorry and thabk you all for your patience!))

#ooc #update #for all y'all new folks

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The speed at which the phoenix could move was downright startling. Mephiles had expected her display to be more one of strength than speed and he found himself having to dip into energy reserves to touch the time stream to better see her movements coming. Powerful as she was, putting that much speed behind her bulk made it all the more important that he didn’t get hit.

So when the dark sensed the certainty coming from the other deity, he scowled. Despite everything, it seemed this was more of a game than anything to her, a game of showing just how capable she was.

How curious it was that such speed was not the only thing she might have shared with an obnoxious, haughty mortal.

Not that Mephiles was allotted much time to ponder this amusing coincidence, twisting himself around to so narrowly avoid being swatted out of the air. What he did consider was what she might have wanted out of this encounter; his goals of leading her away from the important part of the island was going well, but he had intended for that to be done by enraging her, not encouraging some sort of play. So much effort was usually reserved for a real fight. The thought crossed his mind that perhaps she had something to prove to someone.

The most important task right now was to reduce that disaster’s speed, nothing more. Impressive as it might’ve been, he was doubtful that the phoenix would be able to maintain it in closer quarters. As he had before, he dived downwards, using his relative bulk to gain speed before angling upward, having used the fluid movement to backtrack Ifrit’s metaphorical footsteps. Surely she would not be able to keep her speed up and control it in such a tight maneuver to meet him.

Welcome all to the Deity Duel Analysis Desk; the omnipotent judges are in, and now its time for the review scores!

Starting us off today is our look at Mephiles’ sizing-up ability. While a terrible error was made in overlooking speed as Ifrit’s forte, one might not reasonably assume a deity with such feeble looking limbs could pack much of a punch at all; which would be also sorely mistaken. Ifrit’s limbs may appear fragile and flimsy- which is because they kind of are- but one bulky-bird body-slam even from a standstill can be comparable to a slug from great Gaia Colossus’ grip! We’ll give him partial credit for this one.

Next up we look at his perception, and this ones a indisputable right-o for the deity in dark. Ifrit’s no stranger to slights at her form however sensitive she may be about it. Quick quips about her wings ain’t no anchor on this avian’s flaunting, though it did do a notable number her fun. As a bonus, we’re also declaring Mephiles the victor of the earlier verbal exchange. He didn’t enter, but birdy surely didn’t beat ‘em, and aren’t the best wins ones you didn’t work for~?

We take a turn for the terrible on our final topic, Mephiles’ decision to go for broke up close and personal! As our unfortunate fiendish friend is sure to find out, Ifrit’s weakness of lengthy tells and uncomfortable recoveries is no better exploited at melee range. What you gain in cutting off her movement you lose with now contending with her brimstone blades and explosive evades. Plus, this feisty phoenix can wrangle with the worst of ‘em, even proving a proverbial mongoose for the powerful serpent Perfect Chaos! Ah- and it looks like she’s caught wind of his wiles, shes putting on a full reverse thrust! Pulling out all the stops for a mere U-turn, this crazy chicken chick’s making a dive right for him raw- no rocket-riffraff here!

Ooh-! And here comes the clean swing of her lean mean black-rock wing from the magma maiden, which she leads beefy blast from the back-end! And WOOW she is just. Not. Finished!! The fiercest pheasant around turns her fly-by into a swipe-by, letting her lava limb get a lick in on leave. You go swing that tail girl! I tell ya what- with how many miles away we saw her last two stingers coming, that tit-for-tat combo was flashy, nearly blindsiding little ol’ me! Now I’m not to sure if she did strike gold or crystal with it bu- ooOOH MY GOODNEss Sun God on high-! This fowl is an absolute fiend! That tacked-on tail spin was a tactical twirl!! It’s the gift that keeps giving chase as Ifrit now is looking to tail her target, fire brimming in her eyes- and mouth even. Looks like a projectile on the rise people...

And there it is folks; a promising start at Angel Island plunged into the pits of the Gaia pen. Ya just hate to see that happen to an aspiring entity, but the sparks are still flying and the match is still hot white!! Can our speculating specter stick it to the speedster, or will he be sauced and served straight from the spiiiiiiiiit? That’s all from us this time-! I’m your host; ‘Till next month, its back to you~

#trails of fire #((since im in the business of introducing the personalities of deities in this zone with this event #heres a quick snippit from another God taking over the role narrator for this one reply)) #((just let me have fun)) #ifrit event #ifrit #time eater

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Whether it be a questions of morals, of decisions made that had led down very different paths, Hark didn’t care. Did not give any importance to it any more than the attack that had been launched to him previously, or the attack that had been thrown at him now. And if Hark cared about the fact that he’d stepped where he shouldn’t have, he didn’t care either.

The only thing he cared for, the only thing that had his attention now, was the fact that someone, someone who thought that all that mattered was themselves, was walking on territory that he shared with a friend, one he could only hope was a friend, and they were endangering everything he loved.

The chao, the Island, his wife, this phoenix with an ego as big as herself was a danger, and would probably take immeasurable glee in trampling it if only to prove herself superior.

And he wouldn’t stand for that.

Her next attack missed, Hark once again teleporting away, this time to the air so he could gain extra time. Extra time to shake off the fact that Satu had flinched at the shriek only to warn him last minute of the incoming attack, and the fact that, yes, since he was so small, he could dodge incoming attacks, but he didn’t have the will, the firepower, to throw her off.

… Fine. Just fine. If she wanted to take out her anger and deal with someone her size, then he’d give her someone her size.

A silent warning would be the only thing he would spare for Satu. A quiet hope that Chaos would forgive him for ruining the Island he held so dear would pass him. Right up until, one by one, the Chaos Emeralds that Hark knew so well, would start appearing, melting him further, causing him to land onto the group has droplets instead of whole, droplets that would quickly grow in size and accumulate on themselves, starting to create something, something that could not only hold head with the phoenix, but probably confirm that Hark was, indeed, a Chaos.

A very different Chaos.

No amount of breaking the water would stop Hark. No amount of trying would stop the thing, the wyvern from forming, thinner, maybe, than any Chaos counterpart, and definitely lacking the brain, instead housing in his chest its equivalent, a roughly misshapen crystalline heart. And nothing, absolutely nothing would stop the wyvern from opening its maw and screeching, sending alongside the angry cry a ray of Chaos that would have torn through the ground had it not been aimed for the fiery creature.

Hark was angry, and nothing would stop him trying to throw Ifrit off the Island.

Missed again, but that was the intent after all. dialing back her fury for the moment, Ifrit resumed a neutral, nonchalant stature. Apparently that hadn’t scared him off, she supposed he deserved props for that. Then again Chaos always opted for fight over flight didn’t he? 

Hark was not pressed for time, Ifrit sat comfortably in patience as he transformed. There were many reasons behind this; one was his reluctance to use his power thus far was insult enough. Another was that some very well hidden part of her actually felt bad for picking on the small fry already. But the biggest reason worn in plain across her expression... were those gems...

Curiosity took hold of the bird beholding seven emeralds appear one after another. These strange, eerie little gemstones gave off that same sickeningly familiar vibe- yet they were all slightly different from his- and from each other for that fact. His manner of usage told her at the least they were power sources...

-But they seemed to warp in on their own..? Only that touched by a temporal had such an ability, one of the few things she lacked. Then what, were they his??? No- that too critically lacked reason, what kind of deity would segment off their energy into wee pebbles?? That passed even Iblis’ level of incompetence! 

Surely none were thoughtless enough to do that?  -at least, not willingly..? And now this new creature, this-... borderline mutilation of the God she once knew. This was truly Chaos?? 

... And why did those stones give her such a deeply sickening feeling..?

She choked it down, perhaps this was just what it meant to be an alternate..? For a first she thanked the powers that be for having spared her this knowledge so long, and then cursed them after for showing her now. If this is how poorly another realm represented this rat, she shivered to think of how one might handle her. Something here was terribly eschew, the phoenix was struggling to rummage up her previous rage.

...

-Then he fired a laser at her and suddenly she couldn’t be more at home.

She dodged it of course, wings ablaze blasting her to the side. It was nothing  new really, pretty by-the-numbers opening. The bird took flight stride full of comfort and confidence. She feared none, but had she made a list, Perfect Chaos was one she feared the least and this no better- though in fairness he was a good bit ornery already, better to play it safer than not.

Ifrit cackled this time, not quite as loud but shrill enough to irritate. Those crystal shards tore her mind from wrath, and she was starting towards getting back into the flow of things. Best stick to dodging for a spell, keeping a moderate airspeed for control. ... Still... it’d been so long... she couldn’t help but rile ‘em up, for ol’ times sake.

*Oh theeeeeere’s my sweet-streams!! Didn’t recognize it at first, but the new form’s a nice touch. I’m flattered, really~, but sorry to say you’re still coming up short. My Chaos’ sting is muuuch bigger~ so don’t hate me if we get a little too Rough!!*

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#keepinganimmortalworld #((welp indeed #mmhmm yes. #welp. indeed.)) #Facing Fears

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Chaos took an interest in her first bit. In truth, he wasn’t fully aware of how he acquired his title exactly either. Only that he knew he was called ‘Chaos’ by mortals of today, and that presumably because of said incident they associated him with destruction. Earlier in his particular life he’d been the ‘God of Storms’ to the Felidae, and earlier than them the ancient aquatics knew him as just ‘God’. The former however still interpreted him as a dangerous figure, or so their avoidance seemed to suggest...

It was similarly neat to hear that Chasey’s origins weren’t so far apart from his own. This the God already knew, or rather already assumed. Still, it was nice to have at least the one belief validated. Especially considering the bombshell she was about to drop on him there after.

But before that, he settled on a few words to say while they were on the topic of speech. That would probably be a better conversation to explore, since she didn't seem too happy discussing religion.

“Well, I meant your peoples more than you alone, but I presume such was the case in my world as well. I cannot however attest to these conveniences you speak of; mortal language was never and remains still no area of strength for me.”

Although a new topic seemed to give rise to itself, as once more his aura had a harsh knee-jerk reaction to her. All the sudden the entities presence filled with fret, his proud stature broken by a great big pit of grief. The atmosphere Chaos carried with him caved into a kind unlike prior, the kind filled with the smothering sympathy of-... well a concerned parent. 

“Why?? But it's such a admirable trait!! And so difficult, I can't but dream of being so- so pure! Never mind what beasts like I expect, what about what you believe?? How ever could you give that up?? Have I- has he failed you somehow, somewhen?? Please- how can we right it?!”

With how rapidly and violently his mood kept U-tuning, it was little wonder tikal remained as dry and apathetic as she was.  However, there was definitely no anger in his voice. It kept solely to distress, to consolation, and no small amount of pity. All the same though, she probably wouldn't appreciate his sudden invasiveness.

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He waited through her words and retorts, staying silent as he often liked to. It was at the end when it struck him then, the possible concept of this outing, growing more probable by the moment. The idea that maybe there was actually legitimately no reason she brought him along other than company. In fact that sounded like a very Tikal thing to do the more he thought about it…

and that thought turned him right around to nothing but sunshine and smiles. What an honor it was for her to value his presence so. Perhaps undeserved, but deeply appreciated all the same Chaz could not help but glow his blushed green with glee- if only for a moment before she snapped him back from it with her harsh demands.

He took the treat, if only to quiet her commands before backing up to the topic prior. Hope was it would be a decent distraction while the God figured out what to do with this strange strip of substance to satisfy Tikal’s request,

“I suppose… such is a belief I can respect… I see how it can cause one great happiness over the simple things, gifting gratitude toward nothing. Lo it may beget entitlement, ye may also yield resentment at their misfortune- in this it is at least no worse than other faiths… If nothing else, it’s at least among the most accurate to true life. Not quite a ‘spirit’, but all things ‘living’ or no do contain energy in some amount. Though in this sense, their idea of ‘spirits’ might be taken to mean ‘energy’; and thanking them is as if to thank all the powers that be.”

“As one of those very forces of nature, I still insist mortals look too deeply for meaning where none lies. Thou art unable to accept things be merely because of whimsy happenstance.”

Meanwhile Chaos had begun thoroughly inspecting the chocolate he’d been gifted, still failing to find some sort of use for it. He determined he’d probably have to junk it when he was sure she wasn’t paying attention- a decision he deeply regretted since he would have much rather she be fed than waste what she’d been nice enough to share. But he went on in hopes of getting her talking,

“Odd, my recollection of our duo was thou as the stubborn-faced pacifist and mine as the vile-tempered raging berserker. It was yours that gave me my moniker was it not- or did this also differ in our worlds?”

A grumble followed half a moment later, a thought escaping into his aura he made no attempt to hinder, *As if my miserable commitment to non-violence could so much as hold a candle to yours…*

“–Perhaps that is fair. I grow weary of the topic, anyway.”

She raised a bit of a brow at what the other ‘revealed’. In some sense, it was true and untrue for her own world. That ‘subtle’ thought that slipped from him wasn’t unnoticed, though.

“–There are differences. I did not quite name him personally; he was ‘the entity of chaos’ at the time, in the original early language that predated my clan’s. ‘Chaos’ was pronounced the same in that language as it was in mine– and, coincidentally,  the same as it is now.

“Of course, it’s been four thousand years, and my memory shows its limits.”

She took a moment to think. Without even having realized it until then, Tikal had conveniently skimmed over the earlier part of his question.

“…And that ‘dynamic’ was… it was the case at the time of the incident. Chaos wasn’t of sound mind then, but before that, we were both fairly peaceful people,” Tikal explains.

“We were both sworn pacifists– with our own personal exceptions, of course. He still is, now.

“I, however, have changed,” she puts bluntly, quietly.

“So I would rather you not set the wrong expectations, sir.”

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Everything before the girl was difficult to take in. Argus’ engulfing presence had been obliterated and the space seemed empty without it now, in its stead the one she hadn’t disclosed any information of where she would go. What he had done, how he had gotten here… it was overwhelming in a sense.

Most of all, Chaos’ arrival had been so… loud, so atypical of his nature. Everything prior had been stressful, a situation where she truly had felt helpless, compounding the impact of her friend’s appearance. This being before her did not seem like Chaos, but it was. So numb she was Tikal could not begin to guess the reasoning behind his behavior, not the earthshattering blink into this dimension, his attack, not his dumbstruck expression as he looked at her.

But the embrace was not unwelcome. Some time it had been they had been separated, a time that would become very complicated once they were in a safer position. A familiar face made the disgusting landscape a bit more bearable despite her bewilderment.

Of course, she was no closer to understanding anything that had just happened than she already did, so meekly did she repeat, searching for a response, “Chaos?”

Along with Argus went the suffocating heat, following after Into the dark unknown. Alongside that went the actually-suffocating lack of oxygen; now there was plenty as was normal- for the twilight cage. Additionally, if you were Chaos, the better part of the deity’s wrenching metaphorical stench vacated for some much needed relief.

‘Course, if you were Chaos, Argus and the stank there of were probably one of the last things on your mind. Pretty much everything was on the back burner as he continued opposing his nature in several ways; trembling, embracin, but mainly by weeping. Openly. Loudly. And unabaited.

Though ‘weeping’ it was, there were no vocals from the deity. His fit was almost entirely quiet save for the restless rustling of his liquid body. In the place of sniveling and staggered breaths was the faint hiss of bubble streams. Besides that there was not the sound of the dying emerald fire that’d previously engulfed the entity when he struck. 

His aura conversely, as massive as it was now, as it once had been when they first met, was running ramphant with endless waves of heartfelt relief. Pulses of joy, of glee, of genuine gratitude flung wildly throughout his being. The deep trench of anxiety carved in him left its mark unmistakably, but clear as day his emerald ambience sang songs and cried cheers, over and over, thanking the fates and all he could think of for this reunion. Seeing her now, knowing that she was still alive, that he could see her once more...

However unbecoming it was... however unfitting a scene he made... he didn't waste a thought on it.

.......

... She called his name.

Dim as they were now, Chaos’ eyes regained some of the shape lost to his ember tears.

Finally his grip loosened, allowing them space to look each other plainly. He remained kneeling, and kept eye-level with an unblinking gaze, expression matching that which his presence emitted. A fragile, vulnerable gleam of happiness.

It lasted a moment, he wanted to bask in the quiet just a little more... but... he knew reality would set upon them soon, and there was much to say.

“I am very mad at you..” 

His voice was deep, and stronger than she'd remember, but its volume was far more manageable than the other’s had been. His expression dove away into stoicness, but there was still a warmth to it, the clear presence of concern.

"What was the thinking? Up and off with nothing neither word nor notice?? And to this Hell above all others-! Why not tell me, why not bring me?? Am I truly so untrustworthy youd rather brave the Twilight Cage alone for some 6 ye-”

-Wait..! Twilight Cage... Time scaling... but then that could..?

“H-how long... Have you’ve been gone, Tikal..? -By your count..?”

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Coming up with era appropriate language for chaos is really hard sometimes.

I’m trying to think of alternate words he’d use for robot but so far all I’ve got are “mineral-puppets” and “deep rock golems”.

To illustrate my point though I was initially thinking “animated pebbles” was good, but then I went wait. He’s 4000 years old. He would not know what animation is nor be aware that word even exists. I like have to go prehistoric for his language it’s annoying.

#oc post #reblogging because it's relevant. #im rewriting the headcanons page and stuff #and trying to do replies but my life is so Gd busy SOON GUYS I WILL BE DONE WITH SCHOOL SOON