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[Event] - Cosmogony Revo 10/28/25 (Tue) 20:03:57 No.4657

>Location: ???
>Time: ???

>A flock of chickens bursts through an ornate wooden door, scattering out onto a gilded and marble-paved street, soon being followed by a pair of children - a brown-haired boy and a blonde-haired girl.

>In his position leading the pair, the boy shouts at one of the chickens lagging behind the others, causing it to panic and rush off in a different direction, leaving a path of chaos behind it.

>Turning back, the boy holds out a hand for the girl.

“Come on! They’ll catch us if you don’t hurry up!”

>Running at a much slower pace, the girl carefully avoids the debris from the chickens, her caution being fuelled by the fact that both of her hands are occupied with cradling a decorated tome of some kind. Still, as she reaches the boy she takes his hand, making sure to hold onto the book even more tightly with her free hand.

“You know I’m not as fast as you, Pontus!”

“Well-”

>The boy is interrupted as the sounds of someone shouting come from the other side of the building.

“-doesn’t matter! Come on!”

>The boy sets off, dragging the girl behind him, as a pair of armed men come out of the building looking around into the crowded and chaotic street until one of them settles on the two children.

“There!”

“Pontus!”

“I know! I know!”

>The boy drags the pair to the side of the street, bringing them in line with several stalls that have been set up, and starts knocking items from the stalls as the pair run along.

>After passing several stalls, the girl trips on one of the items, losing her grip on the boy and falling over. Noticing his hand is free, the boy looks over his shoulder, only to see someone grab the girl and rush into an alleyway - a slight grin crossing his face as he recognises who it is.

>Leaning down, the boy picks up a broken piece of pottery from one of the stalls and throws it at the guards.

“Hey idiots! You might want to hurry up, I’m getting bored!”

>Turning around, the boy sprints off again, heading back into the crowd, this time at a much faster pace as the guards chase after him.

>Within the alleyway, the girl thrashes and kicks at the person who grabbed her, all while trying to keep the book in a tight grip, only for the person to try and shush her.

“Phanes. Phanes. It’s me.”

>The girl looks up to see another girl with deep purple hair.

“Nyx!”

>Phanes jumps up and hugs the other girl.

“So, what did you get this time. . ?”

>Phanes pulls out the hug and slowly unveils the book in her hands.

“An introduction to concept creation in theory and practice. . ? Isn't that a little advanced for us?”

Revo 10/28/25 (Tue) 20:06:18 No.4658

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>>4657
>Location: Nunavut, Canada
>Date: November 5th, 2017

>Blood stains the snow as a young man runs frantically through one of the forests of Nunavut, clutching a wound on his side with his left hand as he operates a walkie-talkie in his right.

“Base. . . base. . . come in. . . we’re under attack! The forward base is. . .”

>The man looks over his shoulder, seeing a trail of smoke rising up into the sky above the treeline.

“. . .gone. It was the Met-”

>The man is interrupted as he ducks, a white blur flying just over his head, and scrambles to get moving again as the creature that just attacked him picks itself up out of a bed of trees.

“. . .Meta-Humans, we’re under attack from Meta-Humans!”

>The man bursts out of the treeline, arriving on a cliff overlooking a secluded valley, at the centre of which is a compound - which itself is currently on fire.

>Taking a moment to take in the sight, the man is silent before only managing to let out a single word:

“. . .oh.”

>The man flies forward as the white creature slams into him again, pinning him down with a leg.

“Beautiful, is it not? The chaos brought about by our might?”

>The man doesn’t reply, instead grunting as he struggles against the strength of the creature’s leg.

“It seems you are a simple man, a shame. . .”

>The creature sighs.

“War, stop playing with the man.”

>A hooded figure materialises behind the creature, their feet not touching the ground.

“My apologies, Death. . .”

>War brings his foot down, smashing the man into a paste.

“Don’t apologise, just be better, discipline is key. . .”

>Death trails off as they look into the distance, towards the North.

>Tilting his head, War follows Death’s gaze, unable to see anything.

“Something the matter?”

“No. Return to base with Conquest.”

>A dark, swirling portal appears behind War.

“. . .and send my apologies to Lord Anomaly, I have business to be settled.”

“Business?”

>War looks at Death for a moment, gauging on whether he should probe further, then shrugs.

“Very well. . .”

Revo 10/28/25 (Tue) 20:09:56 No.4659

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>>4658
>Location: The Mail Room, The Axiom - Nexus of Magic
>Time: Indeterminate

>The mail room of the Axiom is relatively calm, currently situated off to the side of the library, the only sounds being made within being made by letters as they arrive and organise themselves onto various shelves by a system of categorisation known only to them - and the occupants of the great nexus of magic.

>Then, suddenly, the calm of the room is interrupted as a small creature in the shape of an elephant squeezes itself through a gap in the wall, dropping down to the floor before looking around and making a panicked sound, a set of ear-like wings on its head starting to flap rapidly - allowing it to take flight.

>Still letting out the same sound of panic, the creature flies around the room, crashing into the shelves and sending letters flying everywhere as it does - the chaos of which causes the creature to panic even more, leading to it crashing into more letters, creating a feedback loop of sorts.

Omni 10/28/25 (Tue) 21:32:50 No.4660

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>>4659
>Footsteps click and clack across the floor, as a figure approaches the Mail Room.

>Stephanie steps towards the mail, stopping and craning her head at the sight of the creature.

"…Weird. You shouldn't be in here."

>She adjusts her glasses and then moves towards the creature - catching it with her hands.

"Gotcha!"

>Stephanie turns the creature around to get a look at it's face.

"Calm down little guy. What're you doing here?"

Revo 10/28/25 (Tue) 21:36:39 No.4661

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>>4660
>The creature looks at Stephanie for a few seconds, panic in its eyes as it tries to wriggle its way free, then calms down.

>After a few moments of staring, the creature starts heaving, eventually spitting out a single letter, the act being surprisingly. . . clean for how visceral the actions were.

Omni 10/28/25 (Tue) 21:40:12 No.4662

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>>4661
>Stephanie stares at the elephant creature for a moment, clearly not expecting it to vomit up a letter. She slowly takes it with one hand, and then pats the creature on the head.

"…Thank you."

>She places the critter on the floor and then opens the letter.

Revo 10/28/25 (Tue) 21:50:33 No.4663

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>>4662
>As the creature is placed on the ground, it immediately charges forward, hitting the door and falling over.

>Once the letter is opened, a space folds around Stephanie, or, more accurately, the concept of a space unfolds around Stephanie, engulfing her and a section of the room without any damage to it.

>Within the space, the image of a woman stands, smiling openly, but with a tired look behind her eyes.

"I don't know if these are reaching you, Phanes. . . but I hope they are, the others say. . ."

>The woman looks down for a moment.

". . .well, what the others say isn't good, but I still hope. . ."

>The woman goes silent for a few moments, then sighs.

"Do you remember where we used to hang out? In the old days? Well, I'm going to send another message there, with a little slice of home after this one. . . if this one reaches you, try to go there. . . for me. . . and for Pontus, please?"

>The woman sighs.

"I'll only send it if this message is opened, so that way it won't disturb things, ok?"

"Oh, and take care of the little concept as you wish, I made him just like you used to. . . well, nearly, I could never quite capture the cuteness of the ones you made. . ."

>The space suddenly collapses in on itself again, harmlessly leaving Stephanie in the mail room again.

Omni 10/28/25 (Tue) 22:02:49 No.4664

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>>4663
>Stephanie folds the letter up, and slots it back in her envelope.

{"Sounds like we got a letter meant for someone else. Odd. That shouldn't happen normally."}

>Stephanie lets go of the letter, and it remains stationary in the air next to her. She bends over and picks up the creature, turning it to face her.

"Looks like you and I need to find the person you were meant for, Clumsy."

>The letter next to her begins to glow softly, indicating that Stephanie has begun magically tracing where the letter came from and where it's intended destination is.

Revo 10/28/25 (Tue) 22:10:36 No.4665

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>>4664
>The creature, now dubbed "Clumsy", blinks at Stephanie and then coughs, blinking again with no indication of any thought behind its eyes.

>The spell leads in two directions, unsurprisingly, with the source leading into the realm of Godspace, an odd location for a letter to be sent from, particularly as the intended direction for it appears to be on Earth, the North Pole specifically, where a lone, hooded figure sits in the frigid wind, awaiting something.

>A figure that Stephanie would recognise as belonging to a member of the terrorist group known as the MHA, if she kept up with the news, of course.

Omni 10/28/25 (Tue) 22:17:19 No.4666

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>>4665
"A letter to Earth, huh? Now I'm really curious."

>She takes the letter, and then causes it to vanish. Being stored in some sort of pocket dimension. She looks down at the creature again.

"Ready to go?"

>She pats it on the head once more, as the pair vanish in the blink of an eye.

Revo 10/28/25 (Tue) 22:23:52 No.4667

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>>4666
>Location: North Pole

>As Stephanie and Clumsy re-materialise on Earth, they're immediately hit by the cold winds of the blizzard currently engulfing the area around their destination, the temperature not affecting them despite the inappropriate (or lack of) clothing for the environment.

>Noticing their arrival, the hooded figure "stands" up, floating slightly above the ground as they do.

"I would rather not fight, I'm waiting for something, and would prefer to have all of my energy for when it arrives. So i'll ask politely. . ."

>The figure holds out a spiked sword, pointing it at Stephanie.

"Leave."

>As this happens, Clumsy sits down on the ground.

Omni 10/29/25 (Wed) 00:30:36 No.4668

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>>4667
>Stephanie looks unbothered, barely giving the sword anything more than a quick glance.

"Was this what you were waiting for?"

>She holds up her hand, and the envelope appears in it.

Revo 10/29/25 (Wed) 19:14:55 No.4669

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>>4668
>The figure looks over at the envelope.

"A letter? No, I'm not waiting for that."

>Lowering their sword, the figure turns in the air to look out across the blizzard.

"You should still leave, letter or not, whatever business you have here can wait."

Omni 10/29/25 (Wed) 19:22:32 No.4670

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>>4669
>Unconcerned, Stephanie looks at the letter. Once again she begins to work her magic, this time trying to narrow the results to get something more specific.

"Oh I'm fine. I'll leave after I give this to whoever it belongs to."

>She glances at the floating figure.

"You wouldn't happen to know if anyone else was near-by would you?"

Revo 10/29/25 (Wed) 19:25:53 No.4671

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>>4670
"I said your business can wait, for your own safety."

>The spell does seem to point towards the figure, but in a confused manner, as if the figure themselves is resisting the classification given to them by it.

"The rules are clear on this, Meta-Humans are not to be harmed unless absolutely necessary, and I cannot guarantee the safety of a bystander like you."

Omni 10/29/25 (Wed) 19:29:49 No.4672

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>>4671
>Stephanie raises an eyebrow.

"What exactly is it that you're doing?"

Revo 10/29/25 (Wed) 19:31:15 No.4673

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>>4672
"Waiting."

>The figure turns away again.

Omni 10/29/25 (Wed) 20:19:19 No.4674

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>>4673
>Stephanie looks down at the creature next to her, and then back towards the figure. She holds out her finger, and then traces a circle. Appearing out of thin air, the image of a pocket watch appears in front of her. Stephanie once again traces her finger, moving along the hands of the clock.

>As this happens everything around Stephanie and Clumsy begins to fast forward, with time itself accelerating until it reaches what appears to be the moment the figure was waiting on.

Revo 10/29/25 (Wed) 20:43:05 No.4675

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>>4674
>Clumsy looks up at the watch comes out, makes a confused noise, then runs forward, jumping out of the bubble created by the watch, its descent being impressively fast.

>It doesn't take long for something to happen in the sped up time, as a building suddenly appears, forcing itself onto reality, accompanied by a section of distinctly un-arctic weather above it.

>The building itself looks ancient, almost Greek-like, in style, but doesn't have the same state of disrepair that would be expected from such a building, and is inlaid with gold.

>Before the watch is stopped, Death disappears into the building, leaving Stephanie and Clumsy behind.

Omni 10/29/25 (Wed) 21:33:30 No.4676

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>>4675
"Now that's interesting."

>Stephanie moves her hand away from the watch, and it vanishes into thin-air. Now back in sync with the normal flow of time, Stephanie scoops Clumsy up into her arms and begins to walk towards the structure. Her clothes reshape into her "work uniform", with the usual display of shifting particles.

Revo 10/29/25 (Wed) 21:38:54 No.4677

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>>4676
>Clumsy makes a noise of complaint as Stephanie scoops it up, taking it from an apparently very enjoyable roll around in the snow.

>The noise the creature makes is the only resistance provided, however, as the building doesn't seem to make any attempt to prevent Stephanie from entering, the doors even lie open thanks to Death's earlier entry.

>Just beyond the doors is an entrance hall, one that must have been grand in its prime, as faded gold and frescos line the walls and ceilings, depicting various people and their achievements - the nature of which would suggest the people are scholars of some kind.

>In the centre of the room stands a statue, its marble faded from years of neglect, underneath which is an engraving:

———————————————- AKADEMIA KOSMOU ———————————————-
LOOK, CHILD OF HYPERBOREA, UPON THE WORKS OF YOUR ELDERS AND REJOICE
—————————————————————————————————————————-

>Within the statue, outside of the range of vision of almost anyone who might have seen it, is a small slither of psionic energy wrapped in a bubble - a memory of some kind.

Omni 11/02/25 (Sun) 19:57:08 No.4678

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>>4677
>Having entered the structure, Stephanie makes her way towards the statue. She takes a moment to look around, before stopping to read the engraving - only to notice the tiny amount of energy stored within.

>She reaches inside, sticking her hand through the bubble and into the energy. The memory immediately makes it's way into her mind, replaying for her.

Revo 11/02/25 (Sun) 20:22:02 No.4679

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>>4678
>As Stephanie delves into the memory, her surroundings melt away into the state they were in in their prime: the gold shines and glitters as if freshly forged, the frescos brighten up as if painted the day before - albeit, with some missing.

>From the entrance of the building, a man with brown hair walks towards Stephanie's perspective, a small beard on his chin making him look older than he is - a fact that Stephanie seems to be able to tell by instinct thanks to the memory. Stephanie's instincts also place a name on the man, "Pontus", a name that instinctively sends the slightest twinge of sadness through Stephanie's experience.

>As the man approaches, a woman runs out from the side of Stephanie's vision, the name that the memory assigns her being "Phanes" - the same name as the intended recipient of the letter.

>As soon as Phanes reaches Pontus, she hugs him and says something to him, their conversation becoming more obvious as "Stephanie" walks closer to them.

". . .what's it like beyond the walls? Anything interesting?"

>Pontus laughs, pulling out of the hug.

"You wouldn't believe it, the things I saw out there. . . did you know there's a whole civilisation of magic users? They're not as advanced as us, of course, but. . . oh, hey Nyx."

>Stephanie recognises the name as her "own".

"Nyx!"

>Phanes switches from Pontus to Stephanie, pulling her along to be closer to the man.

"Pontus was just telling me about what he encountered beyond the walls, apparently there's whole civilisations out there."

"Not just that, Gods."

"Gods? From the lost expeditions?"

>The question comes from "Stephanie's" mouth.

"No. . . no. . . naturally occurring ones, not ones of our creation, just created from the belief of lesser civilisations, as far as we could tell."

"Nyx, this could be the key, you know, to your research. . ."

>Stephanie feels a mix of emotions in response to the thought.

"It could be. . . why don't you tell Pontus about yours, Phanes?"

"Oh! Yeah!"

>Phanes reaches into her pocket, taking out a small spider from it.

"It's. . . a spider?"

"It's not just a spider, this one is special, it can see the future and use that to weave. . ."

>As Phanes talks, the memory fades away.

Omni 11/02/25 (Sun) 20:37:03 No.4680

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>>4679
>As the memory fades, Stephanie's senses re-adjust to her surroundings. She remains standing, still holding on to Clumsy.

"…So, this isn't just some odd Meta-Human enclave."

>She looks down at the creature in her hand and then begins to walk past the statue, heading deeper into the building.

{"I should find that man from earlier."}

>Stephanie re-activates her spell from earlier that tracks the destination of the letter. A trail forms, visible only to her as a softly glowing trail of light. She follows it.

Revo 11/02/25 (Sun) 20:49:40 No.4681

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>>4680
>The trail leads Stephanie to a door, beyond which leads to a fractured space, a small folded pocket dimension of some kind. Within the space, various separated platforms float aimlessly, each one partially covered by incomplete domes made up of interlinked diamond-shaped panes of some kind of material that looks like glass.

>In response to Stephanie's arrival, one of the platforms moves towards the doorway, stopping just before it so she can step onto the platform.

>At the centre of the platform is a carved desk, upon which a mechanical owl stands lifelessly, a large gash in its chest providing a very clear reason for why.

>Within the gash, Stephanie can see the faint light of another memory.

Omni 11/02/25 (Sun) 21:08:29 No.4682

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>>4681
>Stephanie steps towards the platform, riding it towards the center. As before she reaches towards the memory, and allows it to play in her mind.

Revo 11/02/25 (Sun) 21:22:25 No.4683

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>>4682
>As before, the surroundings fade away, but this time the memory recreates a different location, and Stephanie feels shorter than she normally does.

>Once she's settled, her perspective looks to the side, where a quill hovers over a scroll, waiting to write down what she says.

>With a sigh, "Stephanie" speaks.

"Research log, date. . . Harvest 5th, Black Sun 227. . . more Akademia funding has been diverted to the Psyche Kosmou project, King Aether is convinced that our safety lies within that space. . ."

>The quill pauses for a moment as the person stops speaking.

". . .that means I can't requisition physical items for this project now, all I can rely are on the concepts that I make for it, it's a foolish. . . scratch that from the record."

>The quill stops and crosses out the last words it wrote.

". . .this is attempt 700 of attempting to activate the gateway. . ."

>The person reaches out and holds a hand out to a circular structure across the room, achieving no success.

"Figures. . . attempt failed, conceptual matrix needs to be modified. . . stop recording. . ."

>The person leans backwards, looking up at the ceiling.

"Tell me, person looking into this from the future, is your world a good one? Or does it need saving as well?"

>The person whom the memory belongs to sigh.

"Don't answer that, I can't hear you anyway. . ."

>The memory fades away.

Omni 11/02/25 (Sun) 21:27:58 No.4684

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>>4683
>With the memory faded and her senses back, Stephanie thinks upon the person's question.

"The world will always need saving, it seems. But maybe that's not necessarily a bad thing. Hmm…"

>Stephanie steps back from the owl, and resumes her following of the trail, thinking more on the question. Along the way she scratches Clumsy on the head.

Revo 11/02/25 (Sun) 21:52:41 No.4685

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>>4684
>The area is silent in response to Stephanie's musing, the only sound following it being the sound Clumsy makes as it's pet.

>The trail once again leads further into the area, beyond the little reception area with the owl, and towards the end of the platform.

>A set of ancient, long-dead runes, indicate that there once existed a system for providing temporary flight between the platforms, showing that they were intended to be in the arrangement they are currently in - or at least close to it.

>The next platform over contains what remains of a library, only old shelves and places to sit, the books having long been taken and placed somewhere else, although where would be difficult to say.

>Sitting in a pedestal at the centre of the reading area is a crystal with shadows of memories swimming across its surface, a bright light emanating from within it.

Omni 11/02/25 (Sun) 21:56:20 No.4686

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>>4685
>Again, Stephanie makes her way towards the source of memories and reaches towards it. Placing her hand on the crystal.

Revo 11/03/25 (Mon) 21:49:10 No.4687

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>>4686
>The memories rush out of the crystal, surging into Stephanie's hand, and, from there, into her body until they nestle themselves into being part of her mind. . .

>Then, the first of the memories breaks its way through to the surface with a flash of steel on steel as the perspective settles itself.

>Looking down, "Stephanie" sees a spear in her hands, which "she" then swings skillfully, knocking the weapon out of the hands of "her" opponent, finishing him off with a quick stab through the chest.

"Very impressive, son of Gaia. . ."

"Begone, daemon, your kind aren't welcome here."

>"Stephanie" turns to see a winged woman sitting on a rock to the side, inspecting her hands casually.

"We both know that you can't actually stop us, anyway. . ."

>The woman jumps up, her wings flapping briefly to allow her to reach the ground in an elegant manner.

". . .I'm being kind, I've come with a warning."

"Any 'help' your kind brings comes with a price, begone."

"Oh, don't worry, this one won't be paid by you~."

>The woman moves smoothly, in an almost unnatural fashion, ending up behind "Stephanie".

"Poor poor Pontus, bastard son of Gaia, servant of a mad king, doomed to fire and torment by the gods for crimes his people didn't commit. . ."

"What?"

>The woman suddenly appears in front of Pontus, holding him by the chin, where she stares right into his eyes for a moment, almost as if looking right at Stephanie.

"Oh, curious. . ."

"What do you mean doomed to fire and torment?"

"Not so hateful now, are we? Then, let me tell you of Apocalypse."

Revo 11/03/25 (Mon) 21:58:44 No.4688

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>>4687
>The memories shift once more, placing "Stephanie" within a secluded corner of what, judging from the architecture, must be another part of Hyperborea, in front of her, Pontus stands, alongside several others.

"The king has gone mad, and the gods have declared an end to humanity, our only hope is to overthrow him tonight and escape into the Psyche Kosmou, there they will never find us, their arrogance will be their undoing."

>Pontus's gaze is directed at "Stephanie" as he talks, but is pulled away as the familiar sight of Phanes comes from around the corner, panting for breath.

". . .sorry I'm late, the patrols are getting more and more thorough, but we don't have to do that, I have a way we could survive and not have to leave, I just need more power. . ."

>Pontus is silent for a moment, considering the idea.

"How much?"

"Well, if you're overthrowing the king, the Chaos Engine. . ."

>Stephanie feels a rush of emotions at the idea, all of them negative.

"No, it's too risky."

"Nyx, Phanes is a finer Concept Weaver than both of us put together. . ."

>Pontus laughs.

". . .not that that means too much when considering me, but I'm sure she knows. . ."

"It's untested."

"I've simulated it, I just couldn't create a stable enough concept to manage it properly."

"And what makes you think you can do it now?"

"Why should we give up on our home because of some unknowns?"

>The memory fades away, giving Stephanie a brief moment of respite.

Omni 11/03/25 (Mon) 22:16:28 No.4689

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>>4688
>Stephanie lets out a sigh.

{"Well, I can see where this is going. It's a shame how frequently this kind of thing has happened."}

>She absentmindedly continues to pet the critter in her arms.

Revo 11/03/25 (Mon) 22:44:53 No.4690

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>>4689
>The memories shift once again, although this time they arrive on one earlier than the previous one, as Stephanie finds herself out in the wilds once again, next to the dying embers of a fire as Pontus sleeps, unconscious and unaware of what's happening, yet, somehow, the memory persists.

>Sitting opposite the fire is the woman from the earlier memory, watching over Pontus's sleeping form.

"Humans are such easy things to manipulate, especially their memories, which let's us have a little heart to heart. . . does that sound alright to you. . ."

>The woman's face remains hidden in the shadows cast by the embers, but Stephanie can tell she's smiling.

"Ste~phan~ie~. Beautiful name, by the way, and Greek, too, how appropriate!"

"Don't worry about me knowing your name, I know all of your names: there's Orion and Aiden and the other Stephanie and Sin. . . oh, you haven't met her yet, have you? I even know about your cute little apprentice, she's the progeny of a colleague, you know~."

>The woman goes silent for a moment, as if expecting a reply.

"Oh, yes, you can't reply to me like this, not in the memory, and if you did it wouldn't be me, just a memory of me. . ."

>The woman sighs.

"Well, I can still observe you, it's 2017, right? Then you can answer how you like and I'll know what you said, so long as you give your answers in the right place. . ."

>The woman leans forward slightly, bringing up a single finger for Stephanie to see.

"First, do you think the gods were right to punish all humans? I know you know Thoth, it's just a personal curiosity of mine."

>The woman brings out a second finger.

"Secondly, that earlier question, if there were someone who could save the world, would you follow them? Even if that meant destroying it?"

>Keeping with the previous pattern, a third finger is added to the tally.

"Third, and maybe most importantly, is death just something that happens at the end of life, or can someone die and still be living?"

>The woman leans back.

"Just some things to think about, make sure to say what you think out loud, it's rude to leave someone hanging, you know ♡. Especially the great Lord of Apocalypse."

>The memory suddenly shatters.

Omni 11/04/25 (Tue) 02:04:33 No.4691

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>>4690
>Stephanie's senses return once again. The contents of the memory were unexpected, but if any part of Stephanie was unnerved she isn't showing it.

"That was unexpected. You have a really precise sense of clairvoyance."

>Stephanie speaks calmly, not looking in any particular direction.

"I'll answer your questions, but I'd like to ask my own after."

>She pets Clumsy.

"First. No, I don't believe the gods were right in their collective punishment. It was unjust."

>She looks down at the creature while continuing to pet it.

"Second, no. If you have to destroy the world to save it, then you're simply discarding it. Regardless, I have my own path to forge. I've had enough of following somebody else's."

>As before, she looks around, not focusing on any particular thing.

"As for your final question… death comes in many forms. Ego death. Physical death. And so on. For some people it's final, and for others it's just a transition to something else. So yes, I suppose you can say I believe someone can die and still be living."

>Stephanie pauses, letting her answers settle. After a while of silence, she speaks up again.

"Now for my questions."

"Who exactly are you? I mean, besides the 'great' Lord of Apocalypse? Where are you now?"

"Second, why the interest in me? And why speak to me through someone else's memory?"

Revo 11/04/25 (Tue) 12:04:03 No.4692

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>>4691
>An unsealed letter floats down from above Stephanie, hovering in front of her so she can read it.

Hi Stephanie,
I would love to meet you personally, but some recent events have made my entry into the mortal realm without being invited directly difficult - and I'm not one to suffer the consequences. Be assured, though, your answers were simply marvelous ♡, although I do wonder if the answer to your second question would be the same if it was in regards to your precious Crystal. . . but that's for you to find out!

You do yourself a disservice though, why would the Noble Revelator not be interested in one such as yourself? Is it not polite to address the Sorcerer Supreme when you come across them?

Regards,
The Lord of Apocalypse, Great King of Ambition, Noble Revelator, Queen of Vipers and Lions, President of Bears
Purson

>Once Stephanie has finished reading the message, it burns itself up in an impressively bright flame.

Omni 11/05/25 (Wed) 23:51:34 No.4693

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>>4692
>Stephanie watches as the message burns itself out.

{"Interesting list of titles."}

>With the letter gone, Stephanie again begins to follow the trail of her tracking spell. Her mind wanders a bit, as she thinks about the letter's writer and their potential motives besides a quiz and a greeting.

Revo 11/06/25 (Thu) 20:02:00 No.4694

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>>4693
>No further letters make themselves known, making futher details on the sender elusive, for now, although Stephanie can't help feel like she's being watched - she did get an immediate response.

>The tracking spell sends Stephanie down an upwards staircase, and then up a downwards staircase, the space fracturing in odd ways to allow this to happen, the staircase winding into nothingness until it ends just above a swirling mass of space.

Omni 11/06/25 (Thu) 20:10:26 No.4695

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>>4694
>Stephanie stares at the swirling mass of space, beginning to grow tired of all the trekking around the structure.

>Her feet leave the solid floor and she begins to float towards the mass of space.

Revo 11/06/25 (Thu) 20:24:16 No.4696

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>>4695
>The space appears chaotic as Stephanie approaches, but parts around her, granting her a safe passage through it.

>On the other side of the vortex, Stephanie finds herself emerging into a calm sea of some kind, not needing to float over it as the water is frozen still in some kind of stasis.

>At the edge of the sea, in front of Stephanie as she emerges, is a platform with a ruined building of some kind, most of it having crumbled due to age, but some of the damage visible is much more recent - a fact made apparent as a humanoid figure is thrown through a pillar at an impressive speed, landing on the sea in front of Stephanie.

>Not acknowledging Stephanie's presence, the figure stands up, its movements oddly smooth, and jumps forward, clashing in the air with the familiar form of Death, the contact of their swords causing a brief flash of light.

Omni 11/06/25 (Thu) 20:33:53 No.4697

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>>4696
>Stephanie's feet touch the ground once more now that the ice is there. She begins stepping forward and then suddenly appears closer to the platform, having traversed much more distance than she normally should've.

>She looks up at the clashing figures, watching them fight between each other. She lets out a sigh, and then raises her voice.

"Excuse me! I've been looking for you!"

Revo 11/06/25 (Thu) 20:37:42 No.4698

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>>4697
>Stephanie's words fall on deaf ears as the pair still keep on fighting, both of them fairly evenly matched despite Death's earlier move suggesting they had the upper hand.

Omni 11/06/25 (Thu) 20:45:53 No.4699

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>>4698
>Stephanie looks annoyed, tilting her head and narrowing her eyes almost as if she's looking directly at someone who isn't there. She lets out a huff, only for her voice to boom like thunder, echoing all around the figures.

"YOU WILL STOP AND YOU WILL LISTEN."

>Time stops around the figures, with the surroundings vanishing as Stephanie and Death are left alone in a colorless void.

>Stephanie appears close to them, hovering in the air. She holds up the letter in her hand.

"This. Belongs to you."

>Stephanie releases the letter. It flies towards the figure and then opens itself up to him.

Revo 11/06/25 (Thu) 20:50:27 No.4701

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>>4699
>Death looks over at the letter for a moment, then holds out a hand for the letter to fall in to, the letter crumbling into dust before it can recreate the space from earlier.

"That one is dead. There is no recipient left to take it."

>With the letter gone, Death starts looking around the space.

"Now let me out, I was trying to ensure that there's at least a world to save."

Omni 11/06/25 (Thu) 20:58:15 No.4702

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>>4701
>Stephanie stares at Death. Several moments pass with nothing happening, only for Stephanie to wordlessly snap her fingers - vanishing.

>The world returns to what it was around Death, with the side effect that any memories of Stephanie are now gone.

Revo 11/06/25 (Thu) 21:11:39 No.4703

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>>4702
>As the surroundings return to as they were before for Death, they turn to face the other figure, preparing their sword.

>With Stephanie gone, the whisper of something else creeps into the area.

"Don't worry, Crowned One, Apocalypse will ensure you're not forgotten."

————————————————
>As Stephanie rematerialises, Clumsy starts coughing, eventually spitting out a purple gem, another memory of some kind.

Omni 11/06/25 (Thu) 21:17:17 No.4704

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>>4703
>Back at the structure's entrance, Stephanie catches the gem before it can hit the floor. She lets Clumsy down, and then tightens her grip on the gem - allowing the memory to enter her mind.

Revo 11/06/25 (Thu) 21:23:37 No.4705

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>>4704
>Location: ???
>Time: ???

>Phanes drifts through an endless abyss, her body slowly falling “downwards” as if through water, pieces of it slowly drifting away as she “descends”, with a sad smile on her face, she lets out a small, satisfied sigh, and closes her eyes, already having lost much of her limbs to the corroding effect.

>After an unknown amount of time, Phanes opens her eyes again, her body having faded away much more, as she feels a presence brush against her.

>Looking to her side, Phanes sees no source for the presence, but nonetheless smiles, being comforted by it somehow.

“. . .it was so lonely. . .”

>Phanes’s body stops “falling”, as if being held by the source of the presence.

“Worry not, o’ lost child of Hyperborea, for you have been found by a King. . .”

>Phanes’s body starts crumbling away at a greater pace, albeit not in the same way as before.

“Sleep now, for when you awake you will be reborn, you will be the first among my knights, you will be. . .”

>Phanes closes her eyes, following the presence’s command.

“Death.”
————————————————
>As the memory fades, a single "note" accompanies it:

From one who has transcended mortal limits to another, a gift of understanding - may we never meet on the battlefield, for in that outcome, the world may burn.

>The note ends, with no indication of the "sender".