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towerofanimus2012-07-10 09:29 pm
chaos_that_crawls) wrote in towerofanimus2012-07-10 09:29 pm
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Characters: Nyarlathotep and His Fun Friends (You)
Setting: Any Floor of the Tower besides the power-limiting ones
Format: Up to you!
Summary: Nyarlathotep has returned only to discover a rumor has been passed. The rumor is that "Nyarlathotep" is no longer in the Tower. Shedding his identity, all that remains of him is an inky pool of chaos.
Warnings: Death, maybe, if it comes to it. Maybe some graphic imagery too.
[The "shadow of man" never originally had a name. There was nothing to call it, really, nor was anybody interested in pondering what title would best identify something so unattractive and vile as mankind's destructive potential. The essence of evil should lack a name. It should also be inky, dark, squirming, and all around cold and unpleasant. All it was was "the Shadow". Chaos. An impulsive, yet not unintelligent mass of mortal filth.
It lacked a name. It wanted a name while never understanding that. Perhaps to its own fortune, that opportunity would soon come.
Sometime during the cycle of its infinite life, it was finally given a name. That was when the chaos finally awakened. It became Nyarlathotep. It developed a personality. It learned amusement. Nyarlathotep from then on never stopped sneering at mankind, always pursuing and watching from all corners and cracks.
That was the mask Nyarlathotep wore. He coveted that mask. But the mask isn't all of him. It was only an identity he was allowed to borrow by embodiments of greater nightmares.
What would happen, now, if that mask was to be removed? Then even it would return to the Chaos. The personality of Nyarlathotep was curious about it too. And so, for once, he willingly took it off. The Tower has called to him once again. The Chaos answers. It wanders in the form of a murky, black puddle, both mobile and aimless.
It only searches to feed itself.]
OOC: Bit of a note here, but any chance you could list which one of the Greater Arcana your character might fall under? Thanks!
Setting: Any Floor of the Tower besides the power-limiting ones
Format: Up to you!
Summary: Nyarlathotep has returned only to discover a rumor has been passed. The rumor is that "Nyarlathotep" is no longer in the Tower. Shedding his identity, all that remains of him is an inky pool of chaos.
Warnings: Death, maybe, if it comes to it. Maybe some graphic imagery too.
[The "shadow of man" never originally had a name. There was nothing to call it, really, nor was anybody interested in pondering what title would best identify something so unattractive and vile as mankind's destructive potential. The essence of evil should lack a name. It should also be inky, dark, squirming, and all around cold and unpleasant. All it was was "the Shadow". Chaos. An impulsive, yet not unintelligent mass of mortal filth.
It lacked a name. It wanted a name while never understanding that. Perhaps to its own fortune, that opportunity would soon come.
Sometime during the cycle of its infinite life, it was finally given a name. That was when the chaos finally awakened. It became Nyarlathotep. It developed a personality. It learned amusement. Nyarlathotep from then on never stopped sneering at mankind, always pursuing and watching from all corners and cracks.
That was the mask Nyarlathotep wore. He coveted that mask. But the mask isn't all of him. It was only an identity he was allowed to borrow by embodiments of greater nightmares.
What would happen, now, if that mask was to be removed? Then even it would return to the Chaos. The personality of Nyarlathotep was curious about it too. And so, for once, he willingly took it off. The Tower has called to him once again. The Chaos answers. It wanders in the form of a murky, black puddle, both mobile and aimless.
It only searches to feed itself.]
OOC: Bit of a note here, but any chance you could list which one of the Greater Arcana your character might fall under? Thanks!
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Mindless, though not unintelligent, the Chaos knew this was a losing fight. Even against a weakened Lucifer, it knew it stood little chance of winning. Mind you, it knew it wouldn't die. Being unable to win against someone and being at risk of dying weren't the same thing. It was reluctant. Maybe if it had its treasured mask, it would be a little bolder. Maybe then it would have known to avoid this scenario as much as possible.
The Chaos attempts to flee.]
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The urge to chase after the black puddle is strong. To try and deliver a finishing blow to it or to humiliate it even more at the very least. The fact that such actions wouldn't mean anything barely kept Lucifer under control and from pursuing the demon as it fled. After all it was always more practical to take an enemy down for certain rather than leave it wounded, even if death was not a permanent state within the Tower.
Still the demon was not his responsibility at the moment and finishing it off would provide little satisfaction. Whatever game Nyarlathotep was playing at the moment it didn't see like the demon had any intention of truly dealing with or speaking either. Or of assuming a guise that could truly challenge him. Thus a victory over the shapeless mass would in the end be quite hollow.
And it was no responsibility of his if others should be harmed.
So Lucifer watches as Nyarlathotep flees before turning to continue his own exploration.]