碧海澄空

Twinge of curiosity stirs within the Heavenly Emperor, fingers drawn from throbbing temples in order to lean forward a bit. Brow raises, hands clasping together. “Are God’s not basked in true glory, when their believers and strength grow in abundance?” Question may be rhetorical, yet he finds himself seeking an answer, curious about the other. “Mortal or not, are God’s truly relinquished of any sort of pettiness?” Many instances come to mind, secrets he dare not speak unless he is to manipulate matters that may, or may not suit future plans of his. 

               ♔  ──   Magician. Power, skill, concentration, action, resourcefulness.

The MAGICIAN symbolizes divine immanence, the ABILITY of the magician to bridge the gap between heaven and earth.

     AND HE WAS THERE, in that space destined for the Gods, filling the other half that had belonged to that human branch that Huginn had skilfully removed, feeding on the flesh of the Great Father, joining with him in that communion in pursuance of the mere act of ascending to that undeniable sphere, now intrinsic to him in order to be whole  ──  he had never stopped, he had never hesitated, showing himself resolute in his choices and going all the way without ever faltering. He took a deep breath, aware that he only had trump cards against those who blocked his way, claiming his celestial essence, but Huginn crushed anyone under his feet, without making any distinction between innocent and sinners  ──  a God without an altar and without a temple, devoid of offerings and sacrifices.

             “ ── Who or what would bring you here, in the presence of him who united this gap between heaven and earth?”

     The metaphors were like ambrosia that enveloped his tongue, but it was often the habit of divinities to express themselves through intricate labyrinths of words, between riddles almost always indecipherable, almost aimed at disheartening those who invoked them. Yet, he had no access to the celestial realm from which he came, being stuck in a dimension that did not belong to him, but now it seemed the only place that wanted his existence. “Don’t be afraid, I don’t want to eat you.

@bikmui​ // ♔

“I-I don’t understand at all…”

Perhaps they were simply too inexperienced to understand, but smiling and laughing? They certainly had not been, had they? Such cruel actions belonged only to their staff… 

“If there is a place around here, I don’t really know… I’m sorry.” Their head hung low, their feet shuffle on the ground. How could they decide where to go? Surely nowhere they knew would be good enough, or even half acceptable. Faced with the fear of making a bad decision their feet locked in place and they stared up at Ao Bimei with wide eyes.

“W-which way did your highness come from? That.. may be the best option. The road I came from is awfully warped and I fear there isn’t anywhere truly safe to rest.” Or if there had been, Pinocchio could no longer vouch for its safety. After all, it was now more than their opinion that mattered. 

Pinocchio’s feet shuffling somewhat timidly, it finally registered that they’d been called pretty and their cheeks began to flush red. Pretty? They paled in comparison to the beauty before them. How soft must Ao Bimei’s skin be, how fine their hair, how warm… oh , but that was a terrible thought! They shake their head furiously. Out. OUT!

“B-but I’ll do my best to help! Even if I don’t know.”

The Joxter decides he will climb the tree again, not because he was told, but because he is starting to hatch a plan.  “Sit tight,” he says, and he rises once more and easily scales the tree branches. Plucking an apple off the branch, he drops it on the ground.  From this height, there is no way it isn’t bruised.  It’s still edible to the Joxter, but he is sure they won’t take to it.  He stays in the tree to avoid their special sword and calls out, “There ya go!”

THE MOON

You are embers after the flame. You are strength with its teeth bared. You are the warrior who won’t stay down. I don’t know where you got all this anger from, but here, here. Let me fight it for you, if only for a night. Here, here. There is armor strong enough to survive it.

Maggie rolls her eyes at their god comment.  Any further, and she will be able to see her brain.  “Dude, if I ‘respected’ every wannabe asshole with a god complex, I’d be floating through the nothingness of space right now.”  Or something like that, anyway.  Whatever fate Titan would see fit for unkillable fugitives.

“There are a lot of different planets with a lot of different gods, and I just got here, so of course, I don’t know this planet’s yet.”  Not that she does consider them a god, despite their insistence on it. If they were really a god, surely, they would have gotten rid of her and just teleported back to civilization or something.

“Does this emperor got a name?  Maybe someone associated with him would at least be able to help me.”  She knows it’s not likely to get the emperor himself, but somebody lower on the food chain might at least know something more than this supposed god does.

“I’ll say,” the Joxter says.  He sits down beside them and takes a chunk out of his own apple.  There is no way that he is going to climb all the way back up that tree after already climbing it once.  At least, not yet, anyway, and not without good cause.

“How’s ‘bout we start ya with the one ‘n’ see how y’re feelin’ afterwards?”

( closed starter for @bikmui ) | s.c.

When an expensive-looking vehicle with dark-tinted windows pulls up outside of the cafe, Viktor already knows that this will spell trouble.  Thankfully, he is already outside, so he can be the first to greet whoever it is.

When he sees it’s them, his face immediately contorts in a scowl.  He got so far with them last time, with them constantly derailing the conversation to flirt, and he expects this confrontation will go about the same way, especially considering the way that they are dressed.

“Why are you here?” he demands, straight and to the point, no pleasantries.