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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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The black slime expands, surrounding Adachi.]
[1/???]
[No no no no no this isn't happening... He would stagger backwards if he had any room to do so, but as it stands? Adachi's been flanked. For a moment, his mouth hangs dumbly open. Then...]
[2/3]
...Adachi lets loose a scream, hands rushing to his head. But why bother struggling? It was because Adachi had struggled to keep his power in check last month that he was denied what he wanted, but this... this is exactly what he needs. A chance to finally tear himself out of Adachi's innards... and to tear into something else in the process.
The monster inside of Tohru Adachi snarls dangerously. Let him out.
Let him out.]
Magatsu-Izanagi!
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Vorpal Blade.
---he slices into the darkness.]