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[Nivim]

The dragon-thing's nostrils flare, in both meanings.
"I. Am not. Of chaos.
I do not allow it whenever possible, as it detrimental to almost all construct."
As if to insult its speech, another part of the floor changes color. To what color it can't be determined.
A pair of very small, glimmering white eyes appear in the dark corner. Flickering like flame.
"Oh, that's the other part, and it isn't coming out of the floor. It comes from the Deep, and Darkness...no, it can move readily to where there is opportunity."

[Myroc]

"Let me try a thing."

Myroc's eye flashes red for a second, and the two parts of the floor... disappear? Where there before was floor, there were now only two semi-large circles of complete nothingness.

"The power of the void. I like it."

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

"Huh, ever been to mechanus? Those Mordon are..... odd. Robots without robotics, they even speak in binary! Anyways, tell me what this stuff is, and tell me if it's dangerous."

[Vlynndar]

"Would a human be hurt by what's happening? In other words, do I flee?"

[Nivim]

"Mearnirvinscwatsticka."
said the air, and a small child lunged from it. The child is wearing a bowler hat- no, top hat- no, witch's hat- well, some hat slightly the right size. The sex of the child cannot be determined, but the remainder of its clothing can. It wears a coat "light" enough to be a jacket, and has a constant shape, but not material. The materials shift along its surface; one spots cheese, iron, blood, and plastic woven in with occasional bits of random fabric. The child wears knee-high snow boots that slosh some liquid. The child wields a brass rapier and is attempting to impale the dragon-thing.
"Ha, mine!"
The creature parts its sleeves and with a quick motion, taps the child's forehead with a single extended claw. The child turns to glowing stone and levitates mid-lunge.

"There, that should deal with any more interruptions from that quarter. Should be no danger in the immediate future."
The creature resumes its calm sitting position, arms folded in robes. Again, it restates its question.
"So, who are you people and what place have I brought trouble too?"

[Vlynndar]

"Why can't something normal happen here... I'm still figuring out who everybody else is. I'm Vlynndar. Human. Do I shake your hand or will that bring doom and despair or something upon my soul?

[Nivim]

"No, I don't do any curses, or work with souls. However, it would take me a few minutes to dull my claws, and a handshake would be painful. I am Dictator, of balance and order. Pay no mind to name, Maha and Creep chose it."
The shadow in the corner gains more substance, and a faint water sloshing can be heard.

((Note that it is insanely late for me, and I keep making grammatical and spelling errors. Along with leaving things out.))

[Vlynndar]

((I've noticed.))

"Well. Pleased to meet you. Don't bother with your claws and pretend I warmly shook your hand."

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

"I am The Lich, I can't remember my real name. Note that I am not actually a lich, although I technically owe fealty to the god of Liches Mellifleur, whom I despise. I have a massive amount of power and titles."

He is wearing a blue bathrobe with pink hearts and red lining

"Do not insult my bathrobe."

[Nivim]

((Blast, there are a load of things I haven't even noticed aren't there?))

"I do not pretend, but the greeting is understood."
Dictator takes a serious look at the Lich.
"I see.
I am not sure why you think I would insult your bathrobe, unless you think I would need to get you to do something."

[Myroc]

"Dictator, eh? I am Myroc, the (self-proclaimed) Lord of Evil."

[Nivim]

"That would explain the strange voice."
At the words "Lord of Evil" the shadow in the corner expands some, and three, thin tentacles search in Myroc's direction.

((If I can't do the math for how long I've been up, I have been up too long. None of my incarnations sleep {except Maha, but anything is possible there}, so I can't just say they take a nap and wake them when I return.))

[Myroc]

Myroc glances towards the corner. As his eyes flash red once more, a semi-transparent purple-black field appears, enclosing the... creature.

"Are you even trying to control it?"

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

"Just what will it do if left unchecked?"

[Nivim]

Dictator looks over at the now very dark corner.
"Maha is the counterbalance for Creep, I can do nothing but keep from being infected."
The statue of Maha rotates 90 degrees on its x axis.
All of Creep vanishes from within the field and a pool of seawater appears under Myroc's feet. He doesn't not sink, and the water splashes up against his legs like ocean waves on a pier. After seeing Creep move, Dictator addresses the Lich.
"Fulfillment of negative emotions. So yes, Creep is dangerous, but I'm not going to touch it."
The area around Myroc darkens.