PRE-OPENING, TEST RUN.

[mythologymods]

[ Olympus is dressed in its best. On banners strewn across the columns are symbols similar to coats of arms... but these are different. That is your symbol, your way of life. From your chambers, you've reached the Pantheon of the new gods. Strange people dressed in different robes greet your sight, all done up magnificently in jewels and gold, all looking similarly confused but discussing the whys, hows, getting the where am I's out of the way. A woman in white, crowned in strands of magenta jewels, speaks in a booming voice that sounds projected by ways unknown to technology. ]

Her speech, made known.

[ You've been assigned your duties in one fell swoop. The crowd raises its voices with its questions and confusion.

So amidst this, what do you do? ]

[ OOC; Since we are pushing back the date of opening, this will serve as the games pre-opening, for all accepted characters to tag and join in, AND for all interested players to tag in with a potential character, to get a feel for the game. All threads from this post are usable for samples. This is also the christening of the spam community, so you may now post memes and the like, accepted players! Thank you, and enjoy the new era. ]

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[hyperresonance]

[ He looks down at his outfitting. A plain white robe with tights and gold all over his arms and some circlet thing on his head and-- He doesn't get it. He's asleep. He's every excuse to deny that the reality in front of him is not reality. But that's never worked out for him really well. He'll choose to scream where the source of voice came from. ]

I-- You can't! You can't leave me in charge of your people!

[holyshit]

Well, they gave you pants. You might as well play along for now. [NOT THAT HE DOESN'T TOTALLY AGREE WITH YOU LUKE]

[hyperresonance]

This is too big of a deal to just play along. What if what that woman said is real?

[transmits]

It's. . . really scary, isn't it?

[overcame]

[If Damos thought he had his reservations....

Well. Someone is obviously taking this turn of events badly. And why not? None of them had been asked about this beforehand. They wouldn't necessarily be prepared, or even equipped for this responsibility.

yeah this all is a little messed up, insta-sympathy activate]

I'm sorry that you got dragged into this...

[maidenly]

[Zelda's a lot more calm about this than most people would be upon being told they're now gods and goddesses in charge of thousands of lives. in fact, it all feels familiar to her. like this is something she's meant to be doing... and in a way, it is.]

It's almost like this is deja vu.

[yourvenus]

[In a sense, that's a lot how Minako feels as well-- she had been a princess of her own planet in her past life, one who was revered as a child of a goddess. It was like things were coming full circle.]

What do you mean?

[overcame]

Have you been to the home of a god before?

[Speak a vague musing, get an off-center question.

This guy's moved on from "oh man what is even going on" to "why is everyone here so young" and feeling even more out-of-place. If there's some kind of pattern...reason thing for why him (and by extension why everyone else here), Damos would like to know so he can put his unsureness to rest.]

I'm a prospective apper; help me build my sample?

[overcame]

[What does this new arrival do?...be a little baffled, for one. Then astonished, then taken aback.

...Then...very, very flattered. Being a sort of representative for a god - that was enough of a task to handle, and not one Damos had intended to take on. His nature was common, simple, not what people liked to make it out to be.

And now he was a god himself? Where was Arceus? Who were these people?

By the time he's recovered enough from the surprise to get some answers and start talking to his fellow newly-ascended gods, Damos has acquired some familiar familiars - a temple Luxray and Manectric that follow him around looking wary but confident, and an amazed little rodent that is making a valiant effort to stay on Damos' shoulder but more often than not succumbs to her excitement and darts off across the top of the crowd.]

/HELPS >o<//

[yourvenus]

[Hope you don't mind a ringing eardrum or two, as someone spotted that adorable little Pichu, and is nearly squealing in delight, trying to scoop her up]

Omigosh, you're the absolute cutest! Do we all get things like this up here?

[holyshit]

[Amazingly enough, he actually paid attention to most of that speech, as experience has taught him to listen up when you've been kidnapped by higher forces.

...however, that's not the pressing issue on his mind]

HEY! LADY! If you guys are so almighty and powerful, at least gimme something that doesn't air condition my ass!

[godno]

Can we have something to tape this guys' mouth shut too?

[transmits]

O-Oh! Oh my!

[yourvenus]

[First, Sailor V, then a Sailor senshi...and now this. It's as if life was constantly finding a way to grant her unexpected powers and responsibilities when she wasn't looking for them. The first two were part of her destiny, something she had been reborn to do...but a goddess? Could she really adopt that mantle so easily? She had always been a leader, yes, but always to one under a higher power-- and now she was one of those higher powers herself.

She fingers the sigil on her robes, deep in thought. If only Artemis was here-- he'd probably nag some sense of direction into her]

[oflove]

[ Appearing next to her. ]

You know, reading your life like an old scroll... I'm under the impression you'll be a fine leader.

[ Or Dite's just placing her bets where her blood is just sayin' ]

[godno]

[ Dressed like so, sitting on a cloud nearby. She seems to be molding random shapes out of different pieces of cloud out of boredom. ]

Someone's gotten into my psyche. Great...

[godyes]

[and bouncing on a cloud next to that certain young psychic...]

Omegaaaa!

[wingbacked]

Wonder how much we're allowed to change things.

[godno]

I say we push our luck until we can't push it anymore.

test run thready

[hyperresonance]

[ Ace your followers are beating up my followers. ]

...

[firefists]

[ Again? ]

Oi, what're they on about this time?

[martelapproves]

[ What does Mithos do? He's simply looking down from Olympus, sitting and leaning against a marble pillar. He's assigned to protect and nurture non-human species, like Nymphs, Dryads, Centaurs, even monsters like Cyclopses. Even the Titans apparently have a hard-on for him.

Mithos asked for this. He told Zeus to his face that he hates humans for the way they treated him and his sister in their own world. He was chosen for God duties because of the way he micromanaged Tethe'alla and Sylvarant so well for so many years. Thank God (pun!) Zeus was understanding enough to give him a position like this, a position that makes him an outcast even among other Gods in the pantheon. Just like old times...

Mithos sighs. It's nice to feel genuinely worshipped, but it does nothing for how he feels. Now he'll never be able to bring Martel back. The love and adoration from people like Calypso does nothing for him. Martel was all that mattered to him. And now, despite having everything... he still feels like he has nothing at all.

Talk to him? He's depressed right now, not exactly hostile. ]

[overcame]

[This guy will talk to him. He's breaking away from the crowd, heading over here to sort of catch his breath and process all of this - and then he sees the view of the world beneath, and he slowly walks forward, taking it in with an expression of awe. The two creatures following him around give an impressed growl as they peer down, wandering some distance away to look at things that catch their eye.

After a few minutes, Damos approaches Mithos, still looking out at the world with a smile.]

Isn't it just incredible?

[pestilencebirther]

[She has been brought to a place against her will once more. At least this time there were no fever dreams, no waking shadows and wraiths to stalk her but all the same, she pulls up her hood, holding to close as she peers around with wide eyes.

Where was she last? A ship, she thinks. Was it before or after?]

At least it's not the Void [it is said to herself, quiet but apprehensive] is this where I'm meant to be?

[But it makes sense. It makes her want to vomit or run and hide but it makes sense. It makes too much sense.]

Followers. More to come to the dark. Creeps in the shadows, stalks your fears, feeds and spreads unchecked, cancer and plague.

[As she seemingly talks to herself she traces symbols on her left palm with her right, wondering what it is she is meant to do with followers.]

[hyperresonance]

[ He'd been casually walking down the stairs after going around Olympus several times, looking too see who hid the big "surprise, this is a joke" and where. He had no such luck.

Then-- ]

Am... I walking in on something?