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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Oct 8, 2013 12:10:38 GMT -8
 A rather dark and Sinister place, filled with shadows of shadows upon shadows of Shadows. A bump in the night is usually a cause for panic. I should mention it is always Night here. To access the Realm you have but to open the door from the hallway of the Temple. Engraved in swirling sigils and designs, and painted black, the portal itself is something to behold. The temperature is roughly the same as Chills Ice Box, and the ground is in perpetual darkness.....knee deep fog as thick is syrup |
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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Oct 30, 2013 12:19:08 GMT -8
He sat back on the black throne, the back and sides seeming to leak shadow all over his body like thick black smoke. It clung to him, curling around his legs and chest like a cat seeking attention. He watched the universe at large through the Shadows cast by planets, ships, people, plants and even echoes in the Force....For what was a Force Echo if not a shadow? He was bored, his chin resting on his right palm, left hand idly tapping on the arm of his throne. His Brothers and Sister were off doing.....whatever it was they did, and he was left to watch, ponder....and try desperately not to fall asleep. His eyes tracked across the myriad pools of Shadow, his consciousness wandering across the cosmos....He sighed. He hated being bored. Standing, he chose a pool at random and seemed to melt directly into it. Within seconds he was gone, leaving nothing but the swirling choking shadows of his throne.....
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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on Mar 17, 2014 14:48:04 GMT -8
Dazbog enters his brother's realm with the not so subtle smell of freshly ground following behind him. He stroked his beard, letting loose a large amount of coffee beans to fall from the stained beard. He looked around, waving his hands and clearing a path through the fog.
"Dark as always, Erevis. Never thought I would come here anytime soon."
Dazbog continued walking, every few steps more coffee beans shook free from his person, littering the ground and filling the air with the smell of coffee beans. He began to whistle a bit, but stopped as he came to what he thought would be a good place to wait. He produced a ceramic mug with a chibi image of his fine self on the front and sipped from the steaming contents as he waited for the inevitable response.
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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Mar 18, 2014 6:49:10 GMT -8
Stepping from the swirling mist, Erevis, dressed still as the Suave Business man, in total juxtaposition to the cold dark of his 'realm', he arched an eyebrow at the coffee entity, his own hands in his pants pockets.
"Not many wish to be here Daz, that is for sure. What brings you little Brother?"
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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on Mar 18, 2014 6:56:37 GMT -8
Dazbog set the cup down in the air, where it stayed, levitating. He cleared his throat and placed his hands on his legs. Trying his best to keep his voice loud enough to hear.
"Curiosity, Erevis. I've been keeping tabs on each of us, and was curious about some of your recent...dealings with mortals."
Dazbog reached over and gripped the now cold cup of coffee. Waving his hand over it, it bubbled for a moment before it started to steam again.
"Offering trades like the devil himself. It's...interesting. What's it like?"
With his free hand Dazbog ran it over his beard.
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Mar 18, 2014 7:53:18 GMT -8
"So this is what guys do on down time.
Yeeeesh, what a smelly looking place yah got here.
Oh, don't mind me,
I just go where I want.
I wouldn't dream of barging in on such demanding and scintillating conversation.
Pfft."
So spikes a voice from where ever you would like to imagine it. They called her many names, but she cares for only one of them. Per usual, the typical icy feelings that were associated with Diva flood into the area, but considering it was already cold in the area, there wasn't much of a difference in things.
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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Mar 18, 2014 7:53:58 GMT -8
"It is.....entertaining. Always interesting to see what mortals will bargain for, and how much they are willing to give up for some semblance of power. Who is this Devil you speak of?"
His black throne appeared behind him, materializing out of nothing and he sat down, resting his right elbow on the arm, resting his head in his fingers, looking at Daz, his purple orbs glowing brighter than anything in this realm.
"Why do you ask?"
He Waved his arm in the air, the shadows themselves wrapping around the essence of Dive and wrenching her bodily into his realm. He looked at her, a small grin on his face
"Diva. Always a pleasure. What can I do for you?"
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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on Mar 18, 2014 8:07:38 GMT -8
Dazbog took a long gulp of his cup, almost emptying it. The cup refilled itself instantly and he took another sip, and he went on for a moments like this. Sipping and refilling. Refilling and sipping. Dazbog nodded in the direction of Diva.
"Always a pleasure, Diva. Though officially this is the first time we've met face to face."
Dazbog turned his attention back to his brother. Once again taking a gulp from his chibi self coffee cup before speaking.
"Any old devil will do. There's too many to count. Almost all of them fit the description."
Dazbog set the cup back down and took a few beans from his beard and popped them into his mouth, munching on them. His green eyes lit up at the taste.
"Each of us has a role to fill, and sometimes I find myself thinking we should begin to take a larger one, especially in our own home. It's always so....empty here."
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Mar 18, 2014 8:08:18 GMT -8
She offers the other Whill a curtsy before stating at least a joke of her purpose.
"Oh, you know,
everything and nothing,
offers of eternal torment and power,
la dee dah.
As an advocate of Dark Side
we take notice when celestial powers
try to interact with mortals.
We feel you lost.
We can offer tips.
I'm sure one in the 1,666,333,454,952 people
inside
can offer you a glimmer of hope."
The Ace Spade of Death gives the Whill a succulent, nefarious spit shuffling grin.
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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Mar 18, 2014 9:47:57 GMT -8
He nodded in agreement with Daz. He too felt they should take a more active roll in the universe, and had done to. Mostly to alleviate his own boredom. He turned back to Diva and smiled. IT was a smile Diva reserved for her prey. And now it was on Erevis face. He lifted the woman off of what passed for ground in this place, dragging her forward, tendrils of Shadow wrapping themselves around her as she was pulled. His purple eyes flared briefly, then dimmed to pin points. He left her hanging in the air in front of his throne as he spoke
"Who, exactly, is we? And how did I possibly fail? What exactly can YOU offer ME? In my own home no less....I am curious. The sheer arrogance of you mortals boggles my very mind......"
His voice was quiet malevolence, loud crashing violence, subtle irritation and barely suppressed rage all at once. It came from everywhere. It came from nowhere. In her head. From his lips. From the very air itself.
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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on Mar 18, 2014 10:02:23 GMT -8
Dazbog stood up, the chibi Dazzi cup disappearing from the room. Even the momentary halt of caffeine to his system began to show on his face, which seemed to age by a few hundred years. To a Whill this was just a few days, and the changes were subtle, but his eyes remained bright and youthful. He walked
"Hear her out, brother. She might have something interesting to say, even though it may be...unorthodox. At the very least it might be something the laugh about over a good cup of joe. He does taste spectacular finely ground up."
Dazbog crossed his arms over his bare chest, watching his brother threaten the woman.
"Besides, chivalry may be dead, but I remember when it was not, and I know you do too. While imprisoning her in the darkest corners of your Realm may be fun for retribution, what would it accomplish besides hours of unending entertainment?"
Dazbog smiled, as if he did not realize he had given Erevis cause to torture Diva.
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Mar 18, 2014 10:27:38 GMT -8
Shock suddenly spikes across her face. Horror? Great fear? Sudden remorse? Abject terror of these oh so powerful beings and the super duper torture they could do?
"Mortal?
Mortal?
Mortal!?
Mor or or or or ortal?!?!
BWWWWWWWAHHHHHH
HAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHA
Hahaha
HAHAHAHAHA
Hohohohohoho
Oh
Oh
Oh
Hah
Hah
KWWWAHHHH HAH HAH HAH!
"Oh! Oh! You're both too much!
Me? Mortal?
Boy howdy you guys are outta the loop.
Look look look.
My presence here in your home is no insult.
It's an honor.
My honor honors your honor
and it honors your presence
along with honoring me with your honor
WHICH honors this home of much honor.
See?
"Looky here, honorable whills,
the watch and do nothing policy
while immensely great for coffee and ice interior designing
is letting the tiny living things below
get just a little too bit too much less tiny.
Why, with the help of a meaningless plant
I killed a Whill, sure is as sure does.
Sure, indirectly, but a bet's a bet.
"Now, if you're going to play with mortals
dontcha think it's high time to play with mortals?
Bestowing them favors like this is just plain charity.
Don't tell me the gods are into charity now too.
Ugh."
At least she dropped the expression of mock fear.
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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Mar 18, 2014 11:41:54 GMT -8
"My dear, poisoning Eralam does not an immortal make. And Charity? Woman you make little sense. Ditch the Stupid for a moment and lets have a conversation. What is it you want?"
Her semi incoherent prattling was going annoying, and if she didn't dispense with the idiocy really quickly, she would find herself a permanent fixture in his realm, as a shrub, or Odins outhouse.
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Mar 18, 2014 12:16:15 GMT -8
"Ugh. Don't act like a humorless flesh sack,
because it really is just anticlimactic.
We'll be serious and like the man Frank:
poisoning a Whill doesn't kill them,
this much is true.
But still, can't a girl dream?
"Right, I said I'd be serious.
To be honest, I'm concerned.
You guys feel stagnate.
Let the living go on unchecked
and like cancer they will choke your body.
What you guys need is a public relations agent,
a bold face,
filled with infinite grace
to apply chemotherapy to the tumors.
"Right, right, right,
I said I would be frank.
Here's what I wish....
"Make me a Whill."
Diva blinks once, and for once is arrayed with a serious expression.
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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Mar 18, 2014 12:30:02 GMT -8
He looked at her blankly for a minute. That minute stretched to an hour, a decade, a millennium....a second. He blinked twice, rapidly. Of all the.....
"You really are insane. Odin would have my ass on a platter if I did that. No. Not now. Not ever. Ask something else if you must. "
His realm was swirling with irritation, the mist curling and writhing like a living thing, twisting, squeezing. It curled tighter around Diva's body ever so slightly.
"Quickly, or I will show you what Lost really is."
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Mar 18, 2014 12:44:51 GMT -8
"How about an honorary title.
'Mouth of Whill Erevis,' maybe?"
Nonplussed by the mist, Diva back slaps the air in front of her, causing the queer wisps to at least stand at bay for at least a little while. There is a touch of anger showing up in the corners of her otherwise snow white face.
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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Mar 18, 2014 12:55:18 GMT -8
"Well, if you want to wander around telling people how great I am, I am ok with that. But I think you have something in mind. What is it? Don't get petulant with me young lady. It is unbecoming. Dark Side does mean ill mannered. "
He lowered her to the ground and let the tendrils let go, the area around the three clearing, showing blackened grass, and frightened.....'animals'
"There. Better?"
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Mar 18, 2014 14:30:28 GMT -8
"You're a celestial being that belongs and is tethered to this universe.
I am something that comes from a different place.
You both want to touch the universe that's yours, it's as bright as day.
But Hell, you find even me annoying,
And I'm the most sane being to currently be trapped in this universe.
Imagine how much more vexing it would be try and interact with these other toys.
You'd probably flip yourself.
You give me a little more power,
just a piece of your essence,
and I'll go about touching this plane with mine hands, my many many hands.
You get to be exactly who you are without dealing with the banality of this universe.
Come on, you're the Whill of the dark side,
I am the dark side's nadir given shape, voice, and eye.
"Don't you think it makes just a lick of sense that we combine our efforts, combine our strengths?"
She crossed her arms now, truly comfortable with surroundings. In fact, she was starting to glance around for a seat.
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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Mar 18, 2014 14:49:49 GMT -8
A seat manifested behind Diva, growing from the bones of the plane itself. He looked at her quizzically. What was wrong with this.....woman? He almost fondly remembered his days as a Mortal...and rejected that notion just as quickly. He leaned forward, his image shifting once more. From the Business Maker, the Deal Breaker, into the Dark Side Assassin....The mask and headdress flowing from his own skin, his size increasing, and with it, his dark throne of Bone. He leaned back, each arm resting on an arm of his seat, in his right hand hung a dark light saber.
"There is a Price Diva. There is always a Price. The question is: Are you willing to pay that Price. Especially in this the Balance must be maintained. The pendulum swings, but is always in Balance."
His voice grew serious, grim, malevolent. There was no Whill trickery in this. It came straight from him, deep, dark, rumbling.
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Mar 18, 2014 15:21:17 GMT -8
And for intents and purposes the more Erevis collected his energy, the more it served to strengthen the resolve and undeniable air of assured ease displayed by the Countess of the Blue Roses. She was not cocky, or egomaniacal -those trappings belonged to the living. She was simply cocksure. In the face of the judges of this universe she had no shame, no fear, only the impression that this Erik always the level of the game she played on. Sitting now, she crosses one leg over the other, rests the stubby black bat wings that grew outwards from her shoulders, and sits back on the bone furniture.
Although her body language denotes calm, this woman, its eyes and voice expound a universe suffused with glowing blue, excited, expectant.
"Name the Whill's Price."
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