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The God RP
« on: February 04, 2011, 08:32:50 pm »
The God RP
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Welcome to a world of science and technology where a god from the machine isn't as far-fetched as it seems. From high atop their perch in the heavens, the gods rule Earth and everything on it. They fight, struggle, wheel, and deal in an effort to increase their divine power and minimize that of their rivals. Alliances are forged and feuds run red hot as the mortal realm is tugged at from all angles for every last bit of control. And trapped in the middle of it all is you, the mortal representative of an all-powerful god. Your job is to make sure things go well for a god on Earth and you may accomplish this by any means necessary. The gods depend on people like you to take care of the sticky day-to-day business and have no problem replacing you should things go awry. So don't mess up!




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Re: The God RP
« Reply #1 on: February 05, 2011, 01:05:20 pm »
High atop the heavens, away from Earth and the insignificant machinations of the "new" gods, the three elder gods of Death, Love, and War sat around their table and watched the events far blow. The god of War looked over to the god of Love and smiled.

"That little human isn't supposed to be there, is he?"

"No... I suppose not."

"He's angry! Can you feel it? Let's hear what he's thinking..."

There was a flicker of light above the table and the smoky outline of the man appeared. The gods of Love and War leaned in close to listen to the man's thoughts; meanwhile, the goddess of Death sat back in her chair and simply stared at him. He was terribly normal-looking and balding slightly. His surroundings were unclear but it appeared to be an industrial site of some stripe. A small red light flashed in his right hand as he walked toward the front gate to leave. And then his thoughts began to pour out, echoing around the small chamber where the elder gods resided.

"This is just the first of many. The gods will pay for what they've done. Chalybs and Vockt won't be able to ignore this! And their lapdog Abraxas... swift justice indeed."

"He truly has gone mad, it seems. Silly mortals!"

"That location belongs to Vulgo's servant. What could he possibly be doing there?"

"He's mad! It could be anything. Either way, it doesn't mater. He's just a morta-"

The smoky image of the man was blown apart and a loud shriek pierced the heavens. Rising from their chairs, the elder gods walked over to a small balcony and looked out. A long, red trail of light was streaking across the plane becoming more and more faint as pieces of it fell away. It bobbed and weaved frantically as if to try to escape some foul peril. Spying the elder gods, the red blaze rushed toward them as it became smaller and smaller. It cried out in pain and tried to appeal to the elders but it was already too late. Extending her hand, the goddess of Death caught the last remnant of the fading light and clenched her fist around it. When she opened her fingers all that remained was a charred black pebble. Death turned her hand and let the pebble fall over the balcony, into oblivion where it landed amongst a billion others just like it. Love and War looked to Death with a twinge of worry.

"Inconceivable!"

"Vulgo..."

"... is dead. Killed by mortal hands."

Death turned her head and watched the ghostly form of the mortal man reappear above the table. She approached the scene regarded it with interest. It had been a long time since a mortal had bested a god, especially one as powerful as Vulgo, the god of print. It was a situation that would need to be moderated. The elder gods had a rule about interfering with the mortal realm. It would be up to the younger gods to deal with this threat. And if they failed, then maybe the elders would act... maybe. So the elder gods returned to their chairs and watched as the events below unfolded. A great challenge had just been handed to the young gods with the ultimate prize on the line.

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Re: The God RP
« Reply #2 on: February 05, 2011, 06:31:16 pm »
Mr. Woodholly awoke from his dream filled slumber. The ideas that poured into his mind were plentiful, and escaped in full force within his dreams, and his films. The light was shining perfectly into his grand suite as he got out of his bed and dawned his suit. He decided some 1940's pinstripes would be his thing today, with a bowler hat to top it off. Today was a worrisome day in some respects, and so he felt that he must remain intimidating to those who may want to be forward towards him. Vulgo had been vanquished, the god of print was no ally to Sinima, but he was certainly no enemy either. Mr. Woodholly was well aware that print and cinema had always had a mutually beneficial relationship, and with the death of Vulgo, he feared that would be a slight blow to the power of Sinima. Nothing a bit of flare couldn't fix.

He emerged on the bottom floor of the Oasis Suites, the most luxurious, most notable building in the city, and snapped his fingers. Immediately the birds around him began to sing in harmony, their tune able to be heard by all around. He had much business to be done, and yet he had few ideas where to start. However, like all good screenplays, and all good films, the best beginning is one in which the path ahead is unknown to the audience.

With a slight bump in his step, he muttered, "Oh the times, they are a'changin."
No, no, he did. In the everything else section, at least. Officially, this makes him king.

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Re: The God RP
« Reply #3 on: February 05, 2011, 08:03:36 pm »
Catherine Xavier Black had had a sleepless night. She stared out of the massive window of her apartment, watching the sun rise. She hadn't bothered to get ready, and besides, it was a rarity that she was ever up to see the sunrise. Catherine had been haunted by dreams of death, of war, so intense that she'd wake up moments after falling asleep.

She walked over to her espresso machine, after turning her computer on. She didn't own a television, believing it featured only ridiculous junk and wasn't worth it, especially the "news". A few minutes later, she was quietly sipping coffee and surfing the net before she'd get ready and head for breakfast. The Internet told her things in the world were still as violent as ever, possibly more so, and crime was rising in the city, causing her to sigh in frustration. She'd entered politics to help the world, but she wasn't climbing the ladder fast enough.

Half an hour later, Ms. Black strode out of the front door of her apartment complex. As she walked to Larry's, the breakfast restaurant she regularly visited, she noticed a homeless old man with a massive white beard sitting against the corner of her complex, asking people who passed for change. No one seemed to give him any mind, and walked right on by, annoying Catherine.

Every minute yielded more evidence of the slow decline of mankind, but she stopped by the old man and smiled, "How are you, sir?" The old man smiled as he looked up, "I'm alright, mam, though I'm too sure about you, Ms. Black." Catherine's smile grew larger, it was always nice to meet a supporter. Before she could speak, a thought occurred to her, and she asked, "Hey, would you like to eat breakfast with me? I'm going down to Larry's, you can eat whatever you want, on me." The homeless man slowly got his feet, leaning slightly on an ancient-looking walking stick, "That idea is quite appealing, Ms. Black. I shall join you. Please, lead the way." He motioned onward, a big white-toothed smile on his face.

As they walked to Larry's, the pair talked about a huge number of topics. Catherine found him to be incredibly wise and full of knowledge, almost unusually so, especially for a homeless man. She even found herself hanging on his every word, and would've passed Larry's if the man hadn't have stopped and pointed out that they'd arrived. When they ordered, the old man asked for nothing but a glass of water, which was even more peculiar for a man who had been begging for change just minutes ago.

Catherine stopped eating for a moment, "Who are you, exactly? You don't seem like the kind of man who would be homeless." He smiled for a moment and took a drink of his water, "Bleh... the things they put in water these days. Anyway, my name is Xenocrates, it's Greek, look it up if you want. You could say I was a Philosophy major in college, and you can see where that got me." He laughed at his little joke, "But you can just consider me to be a crazy old man, with a false name, if you want." Catherine blinked, realizing he'd anticipated her thoughts, "Hmm, well, if you're crazy, you're the interesting kind of crazy, Mr. 'Xenocrates,' if that's your real name." The old man nodded, "I assure you it is."

Suddenly, he stretched a hand across the table, "I'd like to become your friend, Ms. Black, if that's alright with you." Catherine politely shook his hand, "Of course, Xenocrates, of course. I wouldn't have it any other way. It's rare to meet someone so wise and knowledgeable." She then realized that she'd eaten all her food, and felt a wave of unhappiness sweep over her at having to go to work now, leaving this man. At that moment, Xenocrates pulled a card out of his ragged jacket and put it in front of her. It had only a phone number written on it, 936-627-2837. Catherine put the card in her own, much nicer, jacket, as he said, "You can always reach me at that number, always. Trust me, I don't mind the conversation, it's boring where I live. The people there are annoying, to be honest." He laughed at his joke, knowing the truth behind it.

Catherine smiled, "Well, I really have to go, unfortunately. It's been incredibly interesting talking with you, Xenocrates." She giggled suddenly at the name but quickly restrained herself. They both got up, and left the restaurant. Just outside the door, they shook hands once more, the old man saying, "Have a nice day, Catherine Xavier Black, and may your God bless you and keep you safe." He smiled warmly, knowing that she laughed internally at this statement, and blew it off. She said her own goodbye and headed off, not looking back. Not that there was anything to look back at, as the old man had disappeared, and no one in the crowd had noticed the disappearance of the repulsive old beggar as they rushed by.

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Re: The God RP
« Reply #4 on: February 05, 2011, 10:21:02 pm »
Arthur frowned as he straightened his tie in the mirror.  He'd been up before sunrise, as was his habit, and already had a feeling that today wouldn't be a good one.  There was no one trigger, rather it was a collective, the shade of the dawn sky, the weight of the air, the feeling that he was being watched.

Admittedly, that last wasn't particularly unusual.  He'd been in a staring contest with the abyss for over three decades, and so far neither had blinked.

His contemplation was interrupted by a movement in his mirror.  In a moment he'd spun about, lifting something small from his pocket and holding it before him as he faced the intruder.  He might have looked ridiculous holding a matchbox car like some kind of talisman, but there were only so many things that could possibly enter his home unannounced.  The words "fine, I won't touch your stupid car" rose from his memory, spoken in the high, childlike voice Atrim had used all those years ago.  It was physically impossible for an Arbitrator to break it's word, and the results could be...  Messy if the issue was pushed.

He was met with a pair of pleasant surprises and a thoroughly unsettling revelation.  First, he found that the intruder was not actually in his home, meaning that his precautions hadn't been wantonly violated.  Second, it was not the insufferable Atrim.

Finally, he observed that Abraxas himself seemed to be hovering just outside his window, expression impossibly between boredom and mischief.  With an annoyed gesture, the deity motioned for the window to be opened.  Arthur considered this for a moment before seizing a notepad and writing out this is not an invitation, and pushed the paper against the glass.  The god rolled his eyes and nodded.

He'd rather not take the risk of opening his apartment to an agent of Law.  Against Atrim he absolutely wouldn't have.  Nevertheless, he grudgingly lifted the pane.  Gods had a tendency towards disproportionate response to the smallest offense, and he was already one of Abraxas' favorite playthings.

"Vulgo is dead," the deity announced without ceremony.  Arthur's eyebrows shot up a fraction of an inch in response, his posture tensing minutely.  To most the change would be barely noticeable, but the two had sparred for so long that the change spoke volumes.  "And, if I'm reading you right, you didn't know anything about it," he went on, shifting away from the blunt speech to his more common pattern saturated with qualifiers that made sure nothing said was actually binding.

"And I suppose you want something done about it?"  Arthur returned, likewise avoiding any promise or invitation.

The edge of Abraxas' lip merely twitched upward in subtle amusement.  The expression said I'm manipulating you.  You know I'm manipulating you.  But you'll do what I want because it's still in your best interest.



Moments later, Abraxas was descending to the streets below, fuming beneath his impish exterior.  First off, the flight trick had taken a completely disproportionate amount of effort to pull off, involving strength from a dozen bulls, a pigeon, and the grace and balance of a world class dancer.  That last had been particularly hard to obtain, he reflected as he stepped lightly off the small bird's back, but at least it was being used on him, personally.  The bird itself would probably wreak havoc with it's new impossible strength, but it wasn't something he could easily revoke.  And all this was ignoring what Inzi might think about it.  It was maddeningly hard to predict the flighty god.

Second, he had been hoping that the DDI was behind the attack.  He supposed it might still be, merely from a portion not associated with Arthur, but it seemed unlikely.  He hadn't exactly loved Vulgo, but neither had they been enemies.  Printed contracts were a happy meeting point between the two of them.

Finally, he was, at the core of his being, terrified.  He knew better than anyone that a mortal could undo a god, and the knowledge that someone was at it was deeply disconcerting, especially when they'd done it without preamble as far as he could discover.  His own attempt had been the culmination of centuries of labor.  And that was the source of the rage that very nearly overcame the fear.  He'd gone through all those years of servitude and manipulation specifically so that he wouldn't have to deal with such petty things as death.  He was supposed to be immortal, dammit!

The thought, carried with the force of the divine, immediately hurt the odds of every living thing in the vicinity as far as an afterlife was concerned as he turned into a narrow alley.  As soon as there were no eyes upon, he vanished as if he'd never been there to begin with.
Nefarious?  Nearly.  Ne’er-do-well?  Never!  Neither nearly names this narrator.  Naive and knowledgeable, notorious and inscrutable, this nascent Nero is known naturally as Neoadept.

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Re: The God RP
« Reply #5 on: February 06, 2011, 10:43:15 am »

   "Thank you, President. You've made the right decision. I'll make the call right to my colleagues now. I look forward to- Yes. Goodbye and good luck in the future."

Reyd immediately pocketed his phone; now feeling satisfied with his work, opened the blinds on his office window. The cityscape shined just as it did every night - like the stars in the sky that it made invisible. He rubbed his eyes, not out of tiredness but out of relief of his hard work that had consumed him for the last 3 months. Still, he was not entirely happy - if Vockt wasn't right about this then it was Reyn's life on the line.

"Good evening, Mr. Reyn" said a voice behind him. Reyn didn't turn from his window, but raised his hand in welcome to his master.
"Good evening, Vockt" Reyn replied, in a bored sort of way, as if meeting the embodiment of capitalism and wealth was a common occurrence, "You are sure that Xenocrates...?"
"President Waheed is a President in name only. Democracy has no more a say in this matter than Sinima has. Besides, I doubt Xenocrates will be opposed to the opening up of a dictator's market to the rest of the world. This is a different matter to if you were, say, bribing half of the government of the US." replied Vockt, quickly and with a sound of urgency.
"But you don't care, do you?"
"No. The matter of freedom is not ours to worry about. Our concern is if people are making a profit, and the opening up of a huge undersea oil deposit to the international market will do that."
"If you say so..." said Reyn, still unsure if all the bribes, backstabs and general corruption he had orchestrated would not incur the wrath of Democracy's servants.

Reyn turned around and sat at his desk, facing his master. Vockt always reminded him of the capitalists of old, with their top hats and monocles - indeed, on their very first meeting almost two thirds of a century ago Vockt did wear those. Though as the century progressed, Vockt exchanged them for hands free telephone and a pair of sleek, designer sunglasses.
"Mr. Reyn, there is a specific reason why I have come for you today. A God has left this realm."
This was unsurprising to Reyn, in these modern times many old figures of worship faded away due to lack of interest or worse, becoming mundane and average.
"Was it the God of Sail, or the God of Theatre? I had always suspected that the mortals were becoming more complace-"
"He did not become irrelevant, Mr. Reyn. He was murdered. The God of Print, Vulgo, is no longer with us."
Reyn stood up in a panicked and sudden manner. "Vulgo?! But business depends on print to record documents, and to-"
"You know as well as I do that business uses networks far more than it does paper, Ched was far more my ally than Vulgo is. Sit down, Joseph."
And he did.
Vockt continued, "This does not concern me because it has affected my power. This concerns me because this was not the doing of another God. This was the doing of a mortal man."
"A mortal-?"
"Yes. And if they can kill one of our own, then who is to say they will not strike again?", Vockt said, in a more worried tone.
"What are you suggesting I do? Try and take care of this man? Eliminate him?"
"I will speak with my colleagues, Mr. Reyn. I will speak with Abraxas and Chalybs, and see if we can come up with a course of action."
   
Vockt picked up his suitcase and stood up, walking towards the window, about to return to the world of the Gods and once again leave Reyn to fend for himself.

"And don't get too caught up about Vulgo" said Vockt, to the now paling Reyn "We haven't been on speaking terms since 1997."

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Re: The God RP
« Reply #6 on: February 07, 2011, 10:21:36 am »
Arthur Manray wandered through the burnt-out and vacant corridors of the James Vice Printing HQ. Up until several hours prior, the building had been bustling with activity in preparation for the next day's news. But at some point during the night the facility had been obliterated by some sort of explosion, killing everyone inside including Vulgo's servant and, apparently, the god himself. And this had sent waves throughout the community that Arthur was a part of. Gods weren't supposed to die like that, especially when they were still somewhat influential. Sure, Vulgo's power had dropped off significantly in recent years but he wasn't weak by any stretch of the imagination. A gust of wind blew past Arthur and he turned to see a skinny, young woman standing there. She was wearing short shorts and a tank top. Her feet clunked against the ground under the weight of her hiking boots and she lifted a pair of shiny goggles up into her frizzy blond hair. Smiling broadly, she waved and began to speak.

"How's it going, Arthur?"

"Inzi! Fancy seeing you here. I'm not sure how things are, actually. This Vulgo situation is a strange one. I don't suppose you know anything more?"

"Ah... nah, not really, no. They're holding a meeting which... oh, I guess I should probably be at that one. They can wait. And I'll let Abraxas expend all his words before I lay into him. That guy! Can you believe him? I mean, yeah, I'm not the god of birds or whatever but how about some courtesy. I'm like, fifty times closer to birds than he is. And another thing..."

Arthur was half-listening to Inzi and she rambled on. She had a tendency to do that. He poked through some rubble, causing a minor avalanche of debris. A few of the investigators on the scene looked up to see who had disturbed the site, but upon spotting Arthur and his overseer they knew not to bother. It wasn't like there was much to find laying around. Everything was either charred brick or the dust-like remnants of paper. But that in and of itself was a clue. There were no bodies to be found and the destruction stopped at a very specific point. Whatever had hit the site, it certainly wasn't man-made.

"So yeah, that's pretty much what I'm going to tell Abraxas when I see him. You think that'll work?"

"Oh... yeah absolutely! I'm sure he'll get the message. He's not exactly unreasonable. Just... you know... paranoid?"

"Yeah I guess. Well, hey I'm off to this meeting thing. Don't hang around here too long, it feels cold. And I'm not supposed to feel cold... so maybe there's still god-killing whatevers lingering about. Head out soon just in case... you know?"

"Of course. I won't stay much longer. I assume the others already know that this wasn't a normal mortal weapon that did this?"

"Pretty sure I remember hearing someone say something like that. Maybe. Guess we'll find out! So long!"

There was a whooshing sound and Inzi was gone, off to the realm of the gods to discuss what had happened. She landed unsteadily in a small plaza somewhere in the heavens and looked around to catch her bearings. It was still a bit of a chore to remember where everything was, what with being so new. Then again, the meeting room was one of the biggest buildings around, aside from the super-creepy elder gods' tower. Finding the correct path, Inzi hurried off to the gathering spot.
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Re: The God RP
« Reply #7 on: February 07, 2011, 12:17:00 pm »
"Copilot on the third floor, do not engage," Arthur said into the microphone clipped to his collar as he returned his gaze to the damage on the ground floor.  Something you learned early in this business was that names had power, and you avoided using them when you could.  Gods and their servants could get away with it, but the average mortal mentioning a god by name could attract attention.  Even mentioning a mortal agent could invoke something.  So the DDI used codes and false names.  Copilots, lawyers, secretaries, aides, actors, and a dozen others.

One less, after today.

The DDI had no great love for the gods, but neither had they ever tried killing them.  There were too many variables.  If killing an idea killed a god, was the opposite true?  Would the loss of Vulgo bring about the end of the written word?  Too soon to say.  Maybe, if nothing happened, they could consider similar attempts, but even then he didn't like it.  There had always been gods.  If these were killed, what would replace them?  He wasn't sure he wanted to find out.

He pushed a toe through the ash at his feet, tipping his sunglasses down to get a better look.  It was all paper ash, all burned to a fine, gray dust.  All of it.  That wasn't natural, in any normal fire you'd get bits that were still intact, lifted away by the heat, and even what burned would leave behind crisp, fragile flakes.  Explosions were the same, maybe a little better because the shock wave usually moved more paper before the heat could hit it.  Here, if any of the page had been it it was destroyed utterly, all or nothing.  Probably some kind of resonance with the god's death.

Or, he considered, a resonance with the weapon.  Maybe that was how it had gotten to Vulgo.  Something to look into.

His eye caught on a bright sliver of metal and he bent down, ash clinging to his plastic gloves as he lifted it away.  The canister to an ink ribbon, used as far as he could tell.  It went into a plastic bag and was tucked into a pocket before he turned his gaze back to the scene.



Abraxas lounged in his high backed chair at the meeting grounds of the gods.  He remembered claiming that chair, ages ago, after he'd struck down his patron and taken his power.  It had been incredible.  The feeling of being absolutely invulnerable, oaths and binds flowing through him like blood, the sudden addition of new senses, new knowledge.  It had been like suddenly seeing the world after spending a lifetime in a dark, silent cave, being able to see after feeling his way through muck for decades, fantastic warmth after an eternity of cold and damp.

Sometimes he pitied the other gods for never knowing that sensation of uplifting.  For them these fantastic powers and sensations were normal, mundane even.  It was one of the very few points of agreement he had with Xenocrates.

And, knowing exactly what he stood to lose, the thought shook him to the core.  What if the weapon didn't kill him?  What if it just made him mortal again?  He wasn't sure what was worse.

With such thoughts coursing through his mind, he spied Inzi entering the grand chamber and nodded bitterly.  "I suppose you've heard the news?"  He considered her for a fraction of a second before adding "has your boy found anything?"  Inzi might be an airhead, but Manray was clever.  A different sort of man might have seized the fledgling god's power years ago, but Abraxas had learned his lesson eons ago.  Suspecting everyone of being as calculating as you were could be just as bad as thinking you were the smartest god in the room.
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Re: The God RP
« Reply #8 on: February 07, 2011, 01:55:18 pm »
Inzi smiled and looked up at Abraxas in his big chair. She never quite understood why he liked that chair so much. Probably some silly reason like showing off his status. Inzi wasn't really the "sit down" type and tended to wander around or at least remain in motion. Poking her finger into a fountain, she finally spoke up.

"The news... you mean about Vulgo or you mean about that poor little bird that accidentally pulled a tree out of the ground? I helped it out, by the way. It's back to its normal life now."

She paused for a moment, childlike in her hope to make a point.

"But I guess you're referring to Vulgo. We both took a look around and I didn't really see anything much but my Arthur said he thought the site looked like a god's work. Or at the very least, not a mortal's doing. I dunno, I didn't stay long. It felt weird there, all cold and stuff. I had to get away. Thought there was going to be a meeting here so I stopped by... figured the occasion was important enough to make an appearance, you know?"

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Re: The God RP
« Reply #9 on: February 07, 2011, 02:10:36 pm »



"So, we once again come for our little group therapy session." The man at the head of the round table said, earning a slight chuckle from the others. The room was an elegant one, a type of classic charm you rarely found nowadays. Despite the used dart board and pool table in the room it was obvious now that this was about business, not leisure. The men themselves where well dressed, suit and ties all of them, you would think them as well functioning members of society, big people in high places, if you did not know the circumstances…

"Now… what news do we have from the front gentlemen?" Frank asked, his tone having a sort of cheer in it, or perhaps the simple neutral tone of man whose day is going well.

"The Fran Family seems to have taken a liking to selling right on the borders of our turf." One of the men decided to open up with a well known problem. "They’re starting to cut in to my sales, and you guys remember how Jonas was hit in the same district?" He finished, referring to one of their agents who fell victim of a shooting, Frank and his organization had to cut all ties with him to make sure they were not questioned.

"The Fran’s are a bunch of upstart little &$#%wits, I’ll deal with them when were done here." Frankie said, his tone became a little annoyed, there was always some new gang or some family who thought they were all that, they always thought that just because they had one or two big successes that they were suddenly ready to take on the big guys.

"The Third Streets and the Anarch Angels." Another man said with a sigh. Frankie shook his head in more annoyance, more god damn problems "Again? You’re serious? There at it again?"

"Ya, I heard there some type of argument over a card game or something stupid like that, anyway, the two gangs are about to go to war…again."

"The shootouts are going to make the streets unsafe, and our own sales are probably going to suffer, and we all know what’s going to happen if we start selling them guns, sure more money, but then the S.W.A.T team comes in." Another one of them chimed in.

Frankie silenced the gathered group; it was pretty easy for him to earn their full attention, not only due to the authority the man wielded but also the fact that as of now the man looked like he was in some sort of trance. His eyes shot open as he looked back towards the group. "We’ll see if we can’t negotiate with them. If we can’t, we cut them off, everything; we don’t need more blood like this on the streets, bad for business, as for any competition that tries to take advantage of our little sales absence, again, leave that to me." He finished as the men simply murmured in agreement to the plan.

"Now, anything else?"

Several more non-descript issues where mentioned, some corrupt politicians words were about to slip, some idiot was not paying his protection money, some black market dealers was holding out on them, all of them regular issues Frankie had to deal with every now and again.

"Right then, before we end this… it is time for our ritual offering…" Frankie said and on que the men began to pull out jewels, money, all types of agents of wealth, all gained through unscrupulous means. They placed there offerings in a large golden bowl in the center, like they had rehearsed it countless times, all accept one man, new guy by the looks of him. Frankie walked around the table, like the new guy he had yet to put anything inside the bowl, but then, again he had made his offering every day of his life since he first entered his patron’s service. Eventually his trip around the room had placed him right behind the new underboss, who was franticly searching his coat for something to place in the bowl, anything, Frankie merely put his hand on his shoulder, silently telling him he was going to be fine.

With all their offering set, Frankie picked up the bowl and placed it in front of a strange shrine, after which he simply turned around and dismissed the men, but not before stopping the new underboss who had not given an offering.

"You’re new here, so theres no need to worry about this little fiasco." Frankie said as the new guy began to visibly shake.

"But let me give you some advice…"

"Always pay your due to the Grand Godfather…" he continued as he pulled out a rose from his jacket, which he tossed into the offering bowl in short order. With no rhyme or reason, the inside of the bowl suddenly caught on fire, melting, no, simply evaporating all of its contents as they began to disappear into smoke, even the diamonds where unnaturally melting.

"Or you’ll burn like that rose…"



Once all of his colleagues had left, Frankie turned back towards the shrine of the God of Crime, Areshek, bowing slightly; the shrine suddenly began to speak.

“Yes…ya…Vulgo? The God of paper pushing kicked the bucket?” Frankie said to the silent voice talking to him, if anyone else was watching he would likely look like a complete loon.

"So who was it? My moneys on Ched, or maybe…you….your pulling my leg my lord?" Frankies next expression obviously showed the answer was no.

"I see, so we got to find this guy and whack ‘im before he kills again? I’ll have my sources look into it." Frankie said as he bowed before walking from the shrine, then turned around as he was given final orders. "The printing place? Sure. I’ll take a look at it."



Areshek was the next to arrive at the meeting, nothing too spectacular, you blinked once and he was not there, you blinked again and then *poof* there he was. He was in his mortal guise, suit and tie, and a burgundies hat, all with a little half cloak for the heck of it. He raised his head up towards his fellow deities, neither whom he did not possess a particular dislike for, though he did sometimes believe Inzi could possibly possess a deitic version of ADD, he did not care to anger or please her in anyway. Now Abraxis, the God of Law, he had a rather complicated conflict with him, the law could either be your greatest friend or your fiercest enemy, as such he considered Abraxis both a pain in the ass, but also someone you could strike a deal with, though you must always choose your words carefully.

But none of that really mattered right now, a God had died, and any one of them could be next.
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« Reply #10 on: February 07, 2011, 02:13:47 pm »
 Vockt arrived at the God’s meeting place, scurrying towards his own throne with a feeling of importance and self-imposed power. The former Goddess of Wealth’s chair shined as brightly as it always did – although this seat was only “loaned” to Vockt, he still treated it as if it were his own. He adjusted his tie in his normal fashion, though he ever allowed himself to look untidy in the slightest anyway.
His attention snapped towards Abraxas, who, as always, was incredibly early. Perhaps Vockt had one day chastised Abraxas for being late a century ago, and Abraxas made sure that he was oath bound to always be here before him. Vockt, whilst he was rarely intimidated by any other God, knew first hand of the havoc that Abraxas can cause with webs of laws and oaths. As a businessman, Vockt was already accomplished in avoiding or creating loopholes, but was an amateur compared to the God of Law.

And the other figure within the Hall of the Gods was the God of Flight. Vockt rarely considered Inzi, she does still help a great deal by allowing big business to spread to every corner of the world; however, he didn’t consider her to be serious enough about godhood as his other colleagues were. Then again, she hadn’t spent half of the last century trying to beat back the forces of communism and anti-capitalism, Vockt thought.
"Inzi, you are not required to take part in this meeting”, he said, deciding it appropriate to answer a rhetorical question, Though if you know more than we do about Vulgo's murder, it would be helpful if you shared.”
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Re: The God RP
« Reply #11 on: February 07, 2011, 02:56:55 pm »
The hall felt a sudden burst of music, the song ringing similar to most opening themes in films. There was a sudden puff of smoke, a silhouetted figure appearing within it. Sinima emerged from the smoke, yelling, "Dun dun dun duuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnn, I have arrived!" His appearance was that of the villain, and he wrung his gloved hands together and began to twirl his handlebar mustache as he cackled. The smoke around him then vanished as he began to step into the hall itself.

Peering around the room, he was immediately disappointed. The room was full of mostly male, uninteresting characters. Abraxas, boring, law was always nice, but too strict as well. Vockt, boring. Areshek, done to death in many films, he was so sick of the character that the god bored him as well. Inzi. Well, at least there was one interesting, unpredictable character here besides himself. The room else-wise was full of stiffs.

"Well this sucks." He muttered to himself, "And here i was hoping for a great scene to begin." The music in the hall changed to that of suspese and drama, taking a seat, the god asked, "So. Who's the one who through in a plot-twist such as this?
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« Reply #12 on: February 07, 2011, 05:01:40 pm »
Inzi jumped as Sinima appeared and clapped excitedly after his presentation had ended. It had cheered her up quite a bit. Part of the reason she never showed up to meetings was because the other gods were awfully boring and sometimes mean. The other reason she never showed up was because she was forgetful. Sometimes Arthur would remind her to go but he wasn't always around. Turning to Vockt, Inzi responded with her servant's thoughts since she really had no idea of her own on the subject.

"I was saying to Abraxas that whoever killed our friend Vulgo wasn't quite mortal and wasn't quite divine. They used some kind of weapon that was able to completely destroy every living thing at the site and everything associated with Vulgo's domain... and somehow that also killed poor Vulgo."

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« Reply #13 on: February 07, 2011, 06:31:37 pm »
Xenocrates took his sweet time arriving to the meeting, and when he finally did arrive, he entered slowly, walking methodically, his walking stick clanging on the floor, heavily contrasting with his soundless steps. As the approached the group, he nodded to each and shot a grandfatherly smile at them all, his usual greeting.

The first he greeted was Inzi, by far the youngest of the group present, practically an infant. Xenocrates held her in high regard, as she had helped interconnect the world, bringing the doctrines and teachings of Democracy to the less-fortunates beyond the First World. He realized the others often looked down on her, but he saw enormous potential, even the ability to colonize other worlds that could themselves become democratic. This was practically a dream to him, an entire world founded on the principles of democracy. She received the lowest bow that Xenocrates felt like giving, and the greatest smile.

Next was Abraxas. Abraxas wasn't a particular friend of his, but he wasn't an enemy either. Without Law, there would be no government, and without government, no democracy. Beyond this, Abraxas was also the only other God who had once been a mortal, and ascended to Godhood as well. However, Abraxas had risen to power by striking down his master, while Xenocrates had ascended by will and popular support. Xenocrates also felt that Abraxas had lost his humanity in his rise to power, and lost touch with his old mortality. Abraxas could also be a jackass at times. Nonetheless, Xenocrates smiled and bowed to Abraxas.

Xenocrates turned his attention next to Vockt, who was more of a close associate than Abraxas. The God of Capitalism often moved into lands at the same time or just before Democracy, and so Vockt was something of a pioneer to test new peoples. However, Vockt also liked to use capitalism against the people, helping to oppress peoples such as the Arabs, who were so valuable for their oil. His most recent move caught the attention of Xenocrates, whom had quietly decided to let the river flow and watch the tide, for now. Xenocrates bowed slightly and eyed him in a way that screamed, "I'm watching you closely."

Sinima then caught Xenocrates' eye. Now here was a real piece of work. The God was perhaps the closest to "insane" as any present, but it didn't matter, for now, film helped entertain the people, and happy people don't revolt against democracy. Though, Sinima was rather annoying, and often moronic. Xenocrates silently recalled the old days when the God of Gladiators was still alive, and missed the insane ramblings of that God. At least Marcus hadn't been a showy twit. He bowed and smiled to Sinima as well, anyway.

Xenocrates hardly noticed Areshek, the God of Organized Crime. He didn't like Areshek at all, whom existed only as a detriment to society, especially democratic society. If there was one God he could kill, it would have to be Areshek. Xenocrates inwardly wondered why Vulgo, and not Areshek, had been targeted. Wiping Areshek off the plane of Godly existence would've been beneficial to everyone, God and mortal alike. As it was now though, Areshek still lived, and Xenocrates had to play nice. He bowed modestly low, and smiled as well as he could.

He quietly stood at his usual spot, leaning slightly on his walking stick, and wondered whether or not Chalybs, Ched, and "Doctah OG" would appear. Ched would be rather valuable to this operation if things went well and the Gods decided to work together, and Chalybs would be a boon anyway. Ched could be a bit of a wild card though, being so incredibly young, and his power base being unfocused. "Doctah OG" was far less important though, and Xenocrates could rarely take the "God" seriously, often barely managing to contain his laughter. Xenocrates also couldn't shake the feeling OG would be dead or weakened to a non-existent state in not too many years. "Trend" Gods tended to rise, peak, and crash pretty quickly. That OG had made it this far might actually be an accomplishment, probably not helped by the other Gods' inability or lack of desire to help Xenocrates lessen the number in people living in poverty.

After listening to Inzi speak, Xenocrates spoke, "So you're saying they might be a Demi-God? Or that perhaps a Demi-God designed the weapon?" While Xenocrates let the questions drift through the minds of the other Gods, he wondered whether this weapon would work on a strong God. Vulgo had been dying off for years, and was doomed to obscurity eventually anyway. Xenocrates could understand a single blast finally finishing him, but would a single use of the weapon kill someone such as Abraxas? What would the consequences of Vulgo's sudden death be? Xenocrates could not remember a God being explicitly killed by a single mortal. Abraxas had clawed his way to the top, become a Demi-God, and then removed his master. This mortal, or possible Demi-God, had found a way to circumvent years of patience.

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« Reply #14 on: February 07, 2011, 06:46:01 pm »
Abraxas took a moment to consider just how much information to put forth.  It was, as always, a careful calculation, the only lies he was capable of being lies of omission.  This particular subject was always a sore one, he was just as vulnerable to the method he'd used to take the seat as Trum had been.  No sense spreading that around.

Still, better to give the meeting a touch of direction.  "It only makes sense to kill a god with his own domain.  I believe they master us just as much as we master them, they are our strengths as well as our weaknesses.  Trum was strangled by a noose of law, I would guess that Vulgo must have been felled by a weapon of...  Print."  He shook his head, "though I must admit I'm not sure how you could weaponize print.  Vulgo may have known a method, but now I fear the secret lies with our assassin.  Whatever it was, I think it was a thing of print, of words...  And ink."



Arthur slid the ink ribbon from it's plastic bag and brushed away the ash that coated it.  There was no brand, serial number, or any other distinguishing mark anywhere on it.  He glanced about quickly before continuing.  He was doing this in a small dinner's bathroom instead of the DDI labs, for the moment unwilling to work too closely with his agency until he was sure it wasn't involved.  There were definitely a few men in it who would leap at the chance to kill a god, and even if they weren't behind it he wasn't sure he wanted them to get their hands on whatever was.

With a slow, careful motion he pulled the ribbon from it's case.  Holding it to the light, he watched as each letter was revealed, the clear ribbon shining through the shaped holes where ink had been used.

saxarbA tkcoV sbylahC ogluV

Of course, it would be backwards.  He was already shaping the familiar names in his mind when an irritatingly familiar voice came from behind him.  "What'cha got there, Arty?  Sure looks iiiintere-"  There was a moment of relief at the Arbitrator's sudden silence before he realized that the ribbon was glowing with a fierce crimson light around the name Abraxas.
Nefarious?  Nearly.  Ne’er-do-well?  Never!  Neither nearly names this narrator.  Naive and knowledgeable, notorious and inscrutable, this nascent Nero is known naturally as Neoadept.