towerofanimus | I Pray for the Destruction of This World...

Characters: Fou-Lu and the Tower.
Setting: Various places around the tower.
Format: Either or.
Summary: Fou-Lu's powers are going out of control. He's stuck in hybrid form. And he's not in the best of moods… (Also he's in his lowest dragon form now, but that might change…)
Warnings: Possible boss fight? Will edit if need be!

[Floor Twenty-Two]

[Some of these paintings… they show what had happened to the Fou Empire once he had fallen asleep. Even while stuck in this form, he retains enough dexterity to pull them from the walls and pile them together.]

[Fire. He dislikes using it, but his other form's skills do come in handy at times. With a small tossing motion, the paintings start to burn.]

[Floor Ten]

[Amongst the fish, a roughly man-shaped figure swims. The fish seem to leave him alone, and he seems quite comfortable there. He hasn't come out for air in a while…]

[Still, every so often he'll swipe at a fish, not caring about its size. A few of the larger ones seem to give him a little trouble, but he just flips over and slashes at them with the claws on his feet and ankles.]

[Floor Six]

[There's a cracking and splintering of wood, and from far away a tree falls. Should someone approach the scene, Fou-Lu is standing on a fallen tree, claws gripping the bark. He's shaking a little - and anyone who can sense power will be able to feel it whipping around him wildly.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Truly? Thy definition of humans seem to be of a race that be but children, though perhaps clever children.

*That gets a small smile out of him.* Humanity has existed for several hundred years now.

*In other words. They are children.*

... Then again, 'twas resources the Muuru people fought over, and the reason for their summoning of us.

[He. Doesn't like where this train of thought is going.]

The Muuru? Is that what your people call themselves?

*Enoch is a rather curious person, even though he really should be looking for food.*

'Twas the empire that summoned us initially. They hast changed their name to the Fou Empire, after us. There be many empires across the world.

So your empires are defined by who answers their summons?

Not so. We unified their after our summoning, however, into a true empire rather than a loose grouping of people.

[There's a touch of regret in his voice. Maybe if he hadn't, this wouldn't have happened.]

*Enoch catches that.* Did something...can I ask if something happened?

... They hath chose war over peace, death over life. They hath used their gifts for weaponry and poisons, instead of peaceful tools and healing. They art lost, and only death may beginst to clear their damage from the world.

They called on you for help with resources...that's at the center of warfare, I've found. One has something the other wants or needs, and a trade agreement can't or won't be reached. It's part of the nature of humanity. We can't be perfect...

We do not demand perfection, for we know humans art greatly flawed. We do, however, demand that they have some modicum of sense...

*There's a strange sense of nostalgia tugging at his gut. He remembers some of the most striking oddities of angelic nature as he discovered them, though little of the context.*

What seems nonsensical to you may not seem so to the humans.

'Tis true, but their folly offends even the moral standards they hath set for themselves.

[It's... really bad, at least from what he's seen. They've done nothing but try to kill him since he woke up.]

...War is a paradox of that sort, unfortunately.

*Glorified and yet horrible - far leaning towards the former in popular opinion.*

I Pray for the Destruction of This World...

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