"This god... They don't matter to her. She resides in a realm un-reachable... Her powers are varied, and she is the part of us that wants to ignore everything around us... She is also master of the shadows.. And finally, these gods that you talk of... Her power would snuff them out..."
T: "I somehow doubt they could fall to this newcomer, as they rise from the very souls of every living being. But their presence here can only ever be exceedingly weak, as the Warp is tranquil here and not the seething, boiling nightmare it is in the Milky Way of my origin.
Though, there is one for whom this is irrelevant: The Spanner in the Gearworks of Creation: Zuvassin the Undoer. Insane spite given form, it exists only to make the inevitable into a joke and ruin the most elaborate of plans, even its own, for the simple pleasure of watching the works of others crumble. Though one would be daft or demented to resort to that Outcast's patronage, if need be and no other avenue will present itself, you can be sure I will not hesitate in doing so."
*Amy finishes clothing herself, and rests against the wall, trying to get control of her breathing and heart rate, some hints of her strains still visible. For a few moments she considers dashing outside and letting the frost take care of her problems, but decides against it lest her absence raise questions.*
A: 'God! Am I going nuts!? What the hell brought that on? Nightmares of getting bombed I understand, but that...'
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Topic: The Land of Lost Dimensions. (Read 650249 times)