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51 posts
Taken
God of Death
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Dew
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Post by Mirun O'Hannegan on Oct 11, 2014 2:00:48 GMT
He ran his fingers over the feathers of the owl, smiling at her coos.The God was sitting in a large chair, blackened with age with vines growing around it, the plants withered and dead, yet still full of life some how. The owl tilted her head to the side, flying off silently through the dark grey trees in the temple, landing by a sleeping corgi. Bright blue eyes wandered to the high rafters, spotting the sleeping Nargacuga and the snoozing Timberjack. It was a lazy day, that was for sure. One of the Attacking Coconuts, as mortals so fondly called them, walked along the floor, little beady eyes looking up at Mirun as it purred, being scooped up by the God and pet. Mozart, raising one of the three heads, glared down one of the corridors of the temple. He was in his true form, a rather rare sight for the Fogbound Shapeshifter. The other two heads rose, seeming to shift and turn as Mozart transformed into a growling Hellhound, the dog trotting around, spitting fire.
This temple used to be grand, and shining. Filled with worshipers, but as belief in the Gods faded, so did the monks. Mirun leaned back in the chair and put his feet up on an old table. Either way, the afterlife was still lovely.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2014 17:53:46 GMT
One moment he was attacking an attack coconut getting covered with coconut milk... The next... He was falling from the ceiling... After that he landed on some sort of lumpy cushion that broke his fall. Sitting on the cushion in a place he did not know, he gradually became all to well aware of his female body. A body still covered with the coconut milk, the milk making the magical girl outfit stick to his magical girl feminine body. Like a little girl realizing this his face began to turn a shade of red, then he gave a loud girl scream. "Where am I! What is this place!"
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Unknown years old
51 posts
Taken
God of Death
Played by
Dew
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Post by Mirun O'Hannegan on Oct 13, 2014 18:14:03 GMT
Everything had been fine, before the little visit. Mozart, who had seen the falling girl before Mozart gave a vicious bark, shifting into a large lion, roaring in rage at the intruder. Mirun, on the other hand, found himself being the cushion to someone's fall. That was so not the job of a God, especially to a God like him. He was Death for crying out loud! The last light! The final shadow! The end of the life! The final breath! Who the hell dared to disrespect him like this, and much less just intrude into his temple out of no where? He gave a growl and glared at the person sitting on him. "Get OFF of me!" he hissed in rage, trying to push the girl off of him. "What the hell are you, of all people, doing here?" Holding up a hand, he stopped Mozart's pending attack, the once lion shifting into a Darkrai. Giving a glare at the stranger, Mozart shifted back into being a Hellhound, growling angrily.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2014 18:29:17 GMT
A shouting came from underneath him, looking down he saw the God of Death, the same one who was in love of attack Coconuts. As a girl he really didn't want the God to know who he was,in reaction he acted like a girl and grabbed the guy instead. "The creature! Sooo scwary!! Protect me, eep!!" the voice sounded that of a normal cute girl, when the God spoke again he made it clear he knew exactly who Radio was and that he was not being fooled. The only problem with all the worshipers, one might find out his true identity... As a guy... Who turned to a girl, such an embarrassment. Best play it off till all the worshipers who watched wide eyed left.
He began to tear up, "It is soo close make it stop.... make it stop.." The god made a movement to settle the creature down, the creature transforming into something that Radio did not recognize. "My hero! Thank you so much." he grabbed the guy's neck in a hug, the female body rubbing against him still covered in milk. I was sooo scared... I didn't know what to do... There.. there..." He looked over to see the worshipers had finally all left, apparently leaving them in privacy.
Radio quickly got off the God, he was hanging on to very tightly Accessing his power, his aura wrapped around him, then gradually shedding away the magical girl power and milk. He pretended the god wasn't there as he looked around the place, "So this is your temple, looks a bit boring. You should go to my Tiki Bar sometime, all those pretty colors and different drinks, great place to relax and enjoy yourself." He gave a yawn and made a tempt to leave the temple still ignoring the God and any movements he made.
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Unknown years old
51 posts
Taken
God of Death
Played by
Dew
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Post by Mirun O'Hannegan on Oct 13, 2014 18:39:38 GMT
If there was one thing Mirun hated, it was people that thought they could act. He sat there quiet until the idiot mortal was done before he got up, brushing himself off. So much for a peaceful day where he could just relax. No one was due to die, of course that would change soon if he didn't get a grip on his anger. He listened to the blabber before waving a hand, a loud roar tearing through the building as the Nargacuga landed in front of the exit, rising to its full height to roar again, tail swishing when the spikes rose from the flesh, ready to fire. The Timberjack, Maestro, moved too, soaring down to another rafter, his large wings folding back as his eyes were on the stranger. Alfredo was the only one not to see everyone else was angry, and he wagged his stubby Corgi tail, being lead away from the scene by the Russian Red Fox. "You came into my temple, so you don't leave till I say, Actually, maybe fate brought you here? Care to pear at your hourglass?" Mirun hissed. he had never hated a mortal more in his whole life. "And I don't have time to relax like you. I have a job."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2014 18:51:35 GMT
creatures began to make their move, one gave a roar then blocked the exit. They certainly were strong, the guy was a God... Well seemed like exit was blocked, best to play this cool. As he was trapped now, and this guy was not one to play jokes. This was just perfect... Absolutely perfect... No creatures to protect him... His transformation a girl... Life sucked, just sucked.
Radio gave a yawn surveying the area, "I don't mean you harm, just strolling through the forest and came here." He made another yawn really wishing this guy would just relax and let him through. "Haven't we been through this? I only made one attack coconut kill in a month.. They're not even on the main menu anymore." doesn't help, seemed to killed most of them in the area.... he thought to himself with bit of a grin inside.
He turned back around to face the owner of the temple, and his not so... large.... creature... He gave a smile of someone playing innocence, his eyes partially closed, hands behind his back. "Can't we talk this through? Why I could make you a special smoothie, on the house." His heart thumped loudly in his chest at this large predicament... Who sent him here? On top of that guy of all people.. If anyone hated him it would be God of Death, but seeing as he was there... and probably wouldn't want him of all people to land in his lap... Who did this? Was it the island? Did it have a mind of its own? Love to play tricks?
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Unknown years old
51 posts
Taken
God of Death
Played by
Dew
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Post by Mirun O'Hannegan on Oct 13, 2014 19:08:41 GMT
"Yeah, strolling," he growled, his eyes cold. "Strolling when you pop out of mid-air and landed on me." He crossed his arms, Mozart shifting once more into his true form, the giant dog staring at Radio, all thee heads baring fangs. "So, tell me, Radio, what brought you here. To my Temple. My place of rest. My home." he hissed, stepping forward with every word, until he was much closer, hand twitching to summon his scythe. Yet rules were rules. He wasn't allowed to kill the damn kid, but that didn't mean he could put the fear of Gods in him. "Not only that, you kill the one creature I have a fondness for and serve their blood in drinks. That's a little messed up." He snorted, shoving his hands in his pant pockets "So. Why did you of all people come to my temple. This place is literally in the middle of a damn ocean! On an island! Far away from where you mortals live! Hell, it's our realm!" it wasn't really anger that had Mirun going at this point, it was confusion. Unless this kid had a boat or something, he couldn't have gotten here... unless the island was being a dick again.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2014 19:14:28 GMT
Well this was going to work out, if he was going to die anyway may well enjoy his last moments... Radio really hated this guy, acting all tough and "godly". Just because the guy could kill whomever the hell he wanted, meant nothing. "Did you not miss me? Did you not want me? I traveled so far... to be by your side." He placed his hand on his forehead as if about to faint, pretending he was still in his girl form, how girly it seemed to made him staying in the form for long periods. "It was so hard to get here... All that traveling... I just wanted to be here with you, why are you so cold to your dear friend?" a few tears fell, such an act... Such a lame act.. If he had a knife he would gladly take his life from this ploy, stupid female experience.
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Unknown years old
51 posts
Taken
God of Death
Played by
Dew
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Post by Mirun O'Hannegan on Oct 13, 2014 19:20:34 GMT
"Oh boo-hoo, I'm sobbing into my hellhound leather cloak," Mirun said mockingly. "Drop the act you damn coconut, I know very well you didn't get here on your own." Honestly, the acting was horrible. "But, you can leave... if you can figure out how to get off this island. I'm afraid no one has been by here for well over a hundred years. There are no boats, and its too far to swim." He gave a smirk, scratching Mozart's chin. "So while your here, let's play a game. If you can find my fox, my corgi, and my owl in under three hours, I'll send you back home to your.... tiki bar. And if you lose," his smirk grew into a kind smile. He tilted his head to the side happily, like a puppy. "I get to kill you! Won't that be just grand?" He waved his hand again, the three animals darting out of the temple, to go hide on the island. "And remember, you can't cheat Death. Try to, and I'll just assume you lost."
Mozart gave a loud, vicious growl, snapping his teeth at the girl. The Nargacuga moved away from the door, roaring again. Mirun watched happily, his smile still on his face. "You can deny the game if you want, but it would be a shame to. I can always think of something else we can do to pass the time. Chess? Cards? Gamble your soul with the souls of those you love? I'm up for anything."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2014 19:44:05 GMT
Was there anything going to work.. What was with this guy, it was just a few hundred attack coconuts... With a mockery God of Death replied that basically he was trapped on this island, unless well he was lucky or wanted to play a game. Of course playing a game, he offered various options, and most important his death. What was with this guy and his death? Does he not enjoy the company that Radio provided? If radio was to die, they could never keep going at it... It was just some coconuts, what was this guy's problem... Holding a grudge this long...
He looked around as if debating his options gradually making his way to the side wall of the temple, touching the sidewall, placed his back to... Acted like it was life or death situation.. "You know.. stuck on this island.. For so long... It might just be best.." he slide down the wall as if this was serious serious business with some serious thought. Reaching the end he lowered his legs to a straight position facing opposite direction, gave a yawn "Enjoy these last few days on this island. This place is absolutely beautiful, I think imma' goin' to sleep." he closed his eyes pretending to go to sleep. He held a mocking smile knowing that the God of death truly could not do anything, if he made no deals or break any sort of astronomical law of a mortal ending his life.
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Unknown years old
51 posts
Taken
God of Death
Played by
Dew
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Post by Mirun O'Hannegan on Oct 13, 2014 19:53:28 GMT
Blue eyes narrowed. Oh hell to the no. The last thing he wanted was some mortal living on his island, in his temple. Now, when Raphael came, yes, Mirun loved company. He loved being with his sweetheart and spending time with him. Yet Raphie was no mortal. This kid was just a mole on the ass of society to Mirun. Besides, the coconuts were here first before any damn mortals were! They had a right to life! A smirk coming to his lips, Mirun just remembered. He couldn't kill the kid yet, but he could take sand away. "Mozart, bring me his hourglass will you?" He asked, the hound wandering off to go find it among the millions hidden in the temple. The God walked over to Radio, standing in front of him.
The smile annoyed him. Growling he kicked the wall right beside Radio's head, glaring at him. "Every time you piss me off, I remove a year from your hour glass," he hissed, taking the device from Mozart's jaws, holding it up. Until you only have a year left. Then I'll wait. A year is like a day to Gods, you know. Unless you play a game. If you play, and win, I'll restock your years and add a few more in for good luck." As he spoke, some sand disappeared from the hourglass, a year in total.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2014 20:20:47 GMT
Radio opened his left eye, his smirk going away at what the God had said. He watched as the hellhound brought the hourglass to him... This was not good... Not good at all. The God made a thread to remove a year every-time he pissed him off, well he might as well be dead now... He watched as the sand, a year, vanished...
It is almost as he felt part of his life essence vanishing with it, he placed his right hand on his body flinching from the serial pain of his own mind. Making a face of pain, he gave an angrily glare toward the God of Death. "Think this scares me? Every year just goes by on this island with no change..." he tried to sound tough but the fear was there... He hoped the God didn't hear it.
Well if the God only removed it when he was pissed, he would just have to appease to him somehow... Somehow without giving up everything on a bet or a game, gambling was for those who wished to lose everything. Picking himself up from the wall he calmly made his way toward the God, still giving a tough guy glare. He sat down on the ground near by the God... He took a deep calm breath, closed his eyes, relaxed his face, and began to meditating. If he doesn't do anything, maybe just maybe, the god wouldn't want to take five years from him.
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Unknown years old
51 posts
Taken
God of Death
Played by
Dew
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Post by Mirun O'Hannegan on Oct 13, 2014 20:33:26 GMT
Oh he was loving this. His smirk stayed planet on his face, growing ever more devious as time passed. He loved messing with people, playing with their heads, and more over, slowly tearing apart their life year by year. Then something struck him when the other went to go meditate. His smirk grew even more mischievous as he wiped it off his face, pacing around radio, in a circle, like a starving wolf. "You know," he said, looking at the hour glass, "not many people remember their past, or even if they had one at all." He stopped, kneeling down close to Radio, saying, "Almost like all their memories get wiped out of their head as soon as they touch foot on this cursed land." His voice was soft, leading, almost as if he was meaning to be sincere. Something Mirun had perfected.He had so many contacts stored away, waiting for the day he got to call upon them. For some, it was wealth. For another, it was a family. Either way, five to ten years was the limit. Then he called upon them to rack up their payment, usually their soul.
"Wouldn't be a shame if you couldn't remember anything? Not even when you die? To never know? Not everyone has a chance to remember, you know." He stopped there, standing back up, pacing around in the circle again. He began to dance around, Mozart shifting into a Gardevior to dance with him. "So how about a game, its getting mighty boring."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2014 20:43:28 GMT
The demon was up to something, Radio felt the shift in the air, something devious... Something tempting... Something truthful... The demon circled him, trying to draw him in, a silly game... One he felt he had once been part of before, no idea where. The demon began talking about memories, how those come to the island without them...
Radio felt his heartbeat pound, why was it acting this way? He had his memories, all of them... He has always been on this island.. always lived here, he was fitting here as others who lived here. All his memories of this island, and that was-was... Was he truly from here? Something deep down.. told him otherwise... something unreachable, like a taunting truth... He wanted to grab it to know the whole truth.. Why did he turn into a girl, was he a creature on this island like the others? Maybe he truly didn't belong in the heroes group... Why was he even in a group if he was born on this island... Was it those who came to this island, all deserve groups? Even the Gods were in groups, they too were originally here before anything... No.. He was here all along, all his memories were true, there were no others.. he will not fall for such devil tricks.. He gave no hints of replying, but his heart beat told it all, he wanted to know more. He spoke not a word, dared not to do so...
The God offered a game... A simple game... course' he would probably tempt payment or strings attached, Radio was not interested... "I will play, only and if only there's no strings attached. A simple mortal game, no strings, no death, no life, no sand, no nothing."He felt his words come out strong, stronger than he felt deep down. Something to break anymore thinking of a deal to retrieve something that was probably a lie. All he known was the island, all he needed to know was his homely calm Tiki bar, absolutely nothing else.
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Unknown years old
51 posts
Taken
God of Death
Played by
Dew
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Post by Mirun O'Hannegan on Oct 13, 2014 20:54:26 GMT
No reply was a good thing. Over the years, Mirun had learned that.Sooner or later, a mortal always chose the deal.It was a flaw of nature, Mirun thought. Very rarely did a mortal pass the chance to gain something before the end. "I don't hear an answer to my first question, but that is alright," Mirun purred, stopping the dance. "If you ever want to learn more about it, then summon me. As for the game, of course, no strings attached." He was nearly purring, his smirk fading into a typical smile. "Or, one string. If you win, I'll send you home to your tiki bar. If I win, we play another game, sound fair? We need something to strive for, after all. Or else it isn't really a game. Do you like hide and seek?"
Mirun was, when it boiled down to it, a child mixed with a hyperactive-rebellions teenager given the power of a God. It made a lot of fun.
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