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[mightymushroom]

B

[omada]

Let's befriend a god, and maybe become not so alone afterall B

[crazyabe]

B.

[Blood_Librarian]

6

The Prophet visibly relaxes -- his thoughts almost audibly echo in your head, and he moves from behind his altar to a passageway on the wall closest to him. His thoughts beckoned for you to follow. After a small series of winding corridors, a small room with both a large, bellowing statue to the aspected spirit and a resting pillow to sit on.

"Sit."

He commands, and so you do. Just as you turn away from the Prophet, your primal intuition calls out. For a split second, you saw the hurdling blade coming towards you, but This was not a murder, it was obviously not. The Astral blade, the scapel precisely cuts into a region of your head, and you instantly project into the Spirits Sanctum.

The Realm, unlike the temples relatively quiet, subdued fashion, was active, churning with a silent power that is similar to a mountains strength. The walls of the astral realm occasionally echoed as mana bounced or floated near them, portraying strong, solid astral barriers that headed these crashes of mana like a stone wall against a soothed shoreline.

Then it spoke,

4v4

As you turned to its voice, it's presence enshrines your view.

It is over-bearing, sun-like presence was only slightly smaller than you. Its cackles of raw thaumic power were almost entirely of something both complex and simple; It was a spirit of the Worlds people. Just for a moment, you infinite reserves, your raw, penultimate power cackles in fear before a raw, undefined fact came to your mind.

It is weaker than you.

Not by much, it would match you especially, since you are in its Domain, but there was no denying the raw, cyber-electric Mojo flowing through your veins and arteries.It only was a minor side-note that you felt the voice, the virtual reality of the Matrix, just as you felt the Astral Realm. Dismantling such thoughts from your mind, the other Spirit pulled forward, and its agility betrays it's vast bulk, and it began circling your Ego.

Echoing throughout the halls of the Domain, its voice was everywhere.

"Such a sordid past, was it not? Bashed against a wall, abused... Taken apart, over and over. Yet here you are, more solid than anything else.

My high Prophet has seen fit to inform you of the tragedy of your Pact-maker, has he not? Such a shame, The Intelligence would be the only one of its kind, For even now, the plane it came from is too drained to produce another for a long, long time.

It died too quickly in any facet, but it seems that you have become it's Descendent. Such an unprecedented action, even if some of its power fell into the astral as it bled out, and I suspect that you already feel the breath of the spirit becoming solid upon your Astral."

Curiosity brews among its astral signature.

"You have come for a reason, did you not?"

A. Thank it.
B. Question it; What happens now?
C. Question it: Why did you want me here?
D Question it:[Fill in.]

[TamerVirus]

D. Question it: Who let the dogs out?

B

[mightymushroom]

(Supposing that Mu saw fit to share what it knew when we schemed to make it seem we controlled the AI, then we know they were after us as a source of power.)
(Now, we actually have some of that power.)

C
But what is its use? Simply Astral battle, or something else?

[omada]

D) "to thank you and get some answers that trouble my mind, first if you don't mind: Why did you want me here? What happens now?"

:v

[Rockeater]

B

[Blood_Librarian]

"What happens now?

It settles, the form and its vast bulk spreading from a massive dragon to a mere presence in the Astral.

"What else? The end of an era is coming, and I am ready to fall into slumber. Your dead God didn't seem to know that the end was coming until it had slain a Demon in the decorum of the First Bridge. Not everything has been set. An era of an Ebb will begin, and in it's beginning, your Ilk will be slaughtered, perhaps wholesale this time around, until they cannot glut themselves any longer. You are in a precarious position, indeed.

Do you plan on running away like the mortals might, or waiting out the slaughter like one of us?"

A. Of course, the only viable solution is running away.
B. We have to wait out the Slaughter.
C. To give up and hide is a coward way out. Fight back. !
D. I... I have no idea.

[crazyabe]

C.

[omada]

Our master died saving the world, we will do the same if needed
C

[mightymushroom]

D
". . ."

". . ."

"? ? ?"

"?!?!?!"

[TamerVirus]

D

[Rockeater]

C we are the gods on this world, not fighting is not what we do.

[Blood_Librarian]

2

"To give up on this world is to be a coward, we have to fight back!"

As it's form recoiled from your words, it's sanctum churned, not quite rage, not quite a condescending atmosphere. After seconds of its form silently churned internally, it spoke again.

"It is inevitable. Just as the astral ebbs and flows, so too does the Demons of the Slaughter harvest. To go against this travesty of the world will grind you to your very dust. I will offer you no help, no bargains, and no services in your disordered goal. We will keep in touch once you get over your fantasy, Thank you for heeding my call."

Just as you were cast into this realm, you awoke once more as the spirit pushed your astral form back into your physical body.

6

Your nose tingles slightly, and you feel only a slight bleed. Infront of you is the Prophet, along with one of his followers, carrying a simple box.

"Must've been a long talk, was it not? You were asleep for about a day or so. I have no need for you here, and my God is pleased, so I am casting you out, My follower can help you with your things if you need it."

the hesistant, fat little person opens the box, and what appears to be the very same equipment that you had all those months ago when your team committed a fast mover action to Mu's Sanctum, Two changes of clothes, a holdout pistol, a knife, a simple plate vest along with all the basic stuff anyone who merc's with common sense would have. The cream and butter was the...

A. Set of two well-crafted pistols, along with all the other tools every runner should have. The Pistols are pretty handy, and your good enough to use them both at the same time when the smart-link system is on. The tools were something of an artform that you practiced in getting in and out of anywhere your magic couldn't get you in; lockpicking of both mechanical and digital locks.
B. Collapsable Sub-Machine Gun, with a backup machine pistol. Combined with the slick bullet-proof threads, it feels pretty stars-damned amazing too pack heat and look good, anywhere at any time.
C. A large-bore semi-automatic rifle, designed to be taken apart and smuggled into places and assembled inwards.  with the reinforced jumpsuit, you could've been a killing machine.
D. With the set of Full-Body Armor along with a (punctured) Chemical Seal, it was hardly a miracle that you merely were paralyzed instead of bisected by that accident in the lab. You under-invested a little in fire-arms choice, packing only a simple and bastardized assault weapon with two mag's left.