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[acanthasystem]

we kinda fell off the face of the earth and for that i’m sorry but school and my irl friends system have been very taxing on us. but why is a persecutor immediately so bad? what did any persecutor ever do so wrong that they should be banished from front?? no our persecutors dont always go about things right but theyre just trying to protect us. moss, one of our persecutors who recently came out of dormancy was purposely triggered by my friends one protecter and now shes fronting and shes pissed i 1. let my persecutors front and 2. moss rightfully snapped on the protector for purposely triggering him and repeatedly doing it after moss asked multiple times for the protector to stop. i am so frustrated and upset but i cant just cut her off or her one persecutor force fronts and attacks the shit out of me until i talk to them again and i’m so frustrated and ugh - cycy (it/dae/he) [co-host, core]

[celestrian-gods]

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Zye waved the drones off, who all made sounds of "O.K" before flying off towards the spire. They were the clean up crew, as CyCy had called them. They found it weird how he talked about a ship as if it were alive, but then supported it by looking at him and decided it made sense.

"I remember when I made EDEN, they're a ship too. Some incompetent race decided to go to a planet I had created, became friends with the race I had created, and then proceeded to kill the planet by taking all of the resources to another place. In the end I built her to house the survivors of the race until I could replenish their sources. And I havent had to use her since, but shes maintained properly, and it's why I try to use space manipulation to hide the others from prying eyes now."

It was a loss they almost couldnt bare at the time. Regardless, they started walking on now. It would be ten minutes until they reached the white, Kelest-Core-esque dome where D4t4 worked.

celestriangods‌:

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Zye tilted their head up to the night sky, closing their eyes as if to imagine it. They felt as if maybe one time they had been there, but probably long before technology actually existed there. A galaxy wide war too, they hadn’t heard of one of those in a while. Then again, True Zero was far from any actual other galaxies. In fact, the galaxy that the star-planet was located in completely belonged to Zye in the sense that most of the planets had been created by them.

“Perhaps I will take you to some of my creations at some point. It’s not exactly the same, but I’m wondering if it would be similar.”

The buildings were done eroding, small drones which had carried out the feat flocking over to give Zye the blank discs which changed into their cells once they touched them to claim them. Their cloak was at least ten metres longer now.

“Let’s move on, shall we? I want to learn about you still, though. Maybe… tell me about your ship. The one in orbit. Does it not use fuel to stay there? Would it not be easier to dock it?”

When his sensors alerted him to the drones drawing near he opened his eyes, watching as they swarmed over silently amused at their little orderly scramble. It was.. cute in a sense, the way his cloak grew did catch his attention and he hummed in thought.  Menos turned his own gaze heavenward when he was inquired about his ship, gaze drifting to where he could see her dark outline against the stars. “That’s the Maw of Hades. She was found around the edge of mine own galaxy and i woke and fixed her… it took years, though I had crews working diligently till she was able to move properly. She uses some energy yes, but she’s anchored far enough in orbit where it’s minimal… it would take far more to get her off world however with her size. It’s easier to let her drift in space, and she’d prefer that.” 

[celestrian-gods]

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"Is it picky right now?"

By all accounts, they did want to examine it. To see what it was made of, the pressure it could withstand- as the only soul weapon maker of their caliber left, they had a passion for weapons. Especially since Kelests came equipped with the ability to increase the pressure on things to test them.

"What does your soul look like?"

They blinked, trying to think. Could it be that during one of their adventurers they had left information about this place? Possibly. But it wasn't necessary to check that.

"True Zero is cold, it's called True Zero since the temperature outside should be as close to zero degrees as possible. I don't know what temperature scale you use, but the one where zero is the coldest would be best. I wouldn't call it a forge world, though I'm not sure what that means. Sure we make realms and such, but we don't need True Zero to do that. The core of this planet is actually a star, one that we manipulate to keep alive. Otherwise it would have died by now. The heat from the star can't be conducted through the metal we have except for one. So we use that for heat power. Actually, speaking of, if I kept my core in my body, you probably wouldn't be able to interfere with the data since it would all be past my plating- but anyway. The only reason Kelests have survived is because we don't really need to keep ourselves powered. Since we can absorb energy from anything, be it slight heat in the air or the wind. Due to the lack of it here, we've evolved to detect it. Plus, we have survived due to two abilities we possess. One is space manipulation-"

They paused for a brief moment to lift up one of their hands, the tips of it going white instead of grey, to the mid-forearm.

"-which is shown when out limbs go white. It means we can interact with the fabric of space directly, either to tear open a shortcut or to make a subspace, either way we can tamper with it. The other is Erosion-"

This time, where their hand had been white, it dyed black from the tip of the fingers to the elbow.

"-which allows us to break something down into its simplest form, not even atoms, and store them as Cells. Mine take the form of hexagons. CyCy's take the form of rectangles. It varies in colour too. Mine will always be black or green. Either way, these cells can then be used to form something new. So if you have a sustainable cycle, like a farm for instance, where your yield of food is the same each year, but of course the animals you care for get older and increase in number, we could absorb one and use it to create something new. In a cycle. Erosion also works on data. If we are in cyberspace, which is a realm we have managed to enter that is quite literally cyberspace. We could erode the data there and use it. I think I got derailed there. But I hope that was a small bit of what you needed to know."

Their arm returned to normal, and they focused for a moment, before they made the throne room they were in heat up to a tolerable level.

celestriangods‌:

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They were more than comfortable with the silence. The world was pretty much dead after all. Theyd gotten used to it eventually. Though the mention of introductions made them laugh, as if they hadn’t heard a joke as good in a while.

“Most of the people I meet already know me. Forgive me. I’ll give you my titles first. Major God of Space, Minor God of Time, Minor God of Chaos, Emperor of the Xynitian races, Zye at your service.”

They grinned grabbing their helmet by one of the acid-covered elements and absorbed it into their hand, just to show him that their two mismatched eyes were certainly trained right on him.

“And you?”

His head swung back around after a second when Zye started to laugh torn between a mote of surprise and amused exasperation himself. It of course occured to him that Zye was probably something of a ruler, hence the throne and something relating to or around that of a god or god like to those that they created. Certainly wasn’t going to be something Menos would Argue over.  Not in a strange place, with strange creatures that were such unknowns.  “I am Menos.” Though he said his name, a chirp of binary was offered up as a slight truce, knowledge for knowledge, just a part of it’s serial designation number, dated long.. long ago.