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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 19, 2018 5:10:09 GMT -8
was feeling devious this evening and was spotted outside the evil church. Easily able to be distinguished for whom he was, Mordred casually strolled into Tyr's church. It was quiet, no sermons were being given or homeless being fed. He moved over to the alter....he would never spill his own blood but caught a rat by the tail that scurried about the church, broke it's back and crushed it's head on the alter. He spoke aloud, "will that suffice?"
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 19, 2018 5:14:23 GMT -8
XTempestDToday at 12:55 AM
moto:Returned from third hell normal now and since no one was in the church and still a priest of evil he fromed from the shadows of the church and fromed he was in his great deanish dark dragon from.."Didn't you hear the god of evil is..well changed..?"(edited)
Mordred VargoToday at 12:57 AM
would grin as something addressed him. Mordred knew more than he would ever say but opted to feign ignorance. "Really?....Interesting....but how does a divine creature...well, change?" He leaned casually against a wall as he adressed the mummy dragon thing.
XTempestDToday at 12:59 AM
moto:"Hmm that could be diffacult to say hmm alright would you fall for more chaotic maybe more monsterious..alright that doesnt help he is the god of evil...mayhapes this may show what i mean."He would use his shadow necromancer abalities to show an illusion of what happened to him tyr had litterly chewed on him and spit him out..(edited)
Mordred VargoToday at 1:02 AM
was not really following the image or what the priest was trying to convey but he would nod.
XTempestDToday at 1:03 AM
moto:"I think even poor amika got hurt i am unsure i had blacked out dureing the scuffel.."
TyraniusToday at 1:03 AM
hopped out of Monet's doll Shelf he was not in a good terms right now but his power had returned while he hid to recover, he snarled at the timing if only Mordred had known how close he truly had been, he walked past the butler who didn't even second glance a doll walking around, who would in this house? There was a freaking possessed sock? The man butler thing never stopped cleaning. He found a wide open location the front Entrance of the House and used the Mark in Mordred Mouth to pull him through space and time right back to his own house. Moto would Recognize Tyr's power through his own mark and would have to simply accept.
Mordred VargoToday at 1:07 AM
grew dizzy and seemed to fall forward. The vertigo feeling persisted until he realized he was back at the Vargo estate. He would vomit all over some random doll thing that was there upon his arrival. Only a god could move him. Mordred spoke to the heavens, "warning next time..." He glanced down at the doll, snatched it up by it's arm and looked at it as vomit dripped from the porcelain features. His eyes narrowed and he burst into laughter..."Tyr?"(edited)
XTempestDToday at 1:07 AM
Moto:Blinks at this..*
TyraniusToday at 1:09 AM
he reared back his dollish hand it might have been glass but he'd reinforced it with his own power and bitch slapped Mordred for puking all over him! "Do not laugh you Mongrel these times are Serious...". He was not playing games and he loved to play games with Mordred it was part of there relationship but the god was as Serious as a Doll face could be.
XTempestDToday at 1:11 AM
Moto:"Now i have to get that kinda power.."He blinks and fades back into the shadows..
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 19, 2018 5:18:02 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
was slapped by a reinforced doll hand and dropped the thing. He could not help but laugh, "infinite cosmic power, itty bitty living space." He had to. After a moment he composed himself, "how the hell, no WHY the hell are you in a doll..."He squatted down to talk to the thing trying his best not to laugh. "Your a god and divines do strange shit but damn..." He had questions but the current state Tyr was in he could not find a serious moment, especially when it squeaked at him.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 19, 2018 5:18:29 GMT -8
Tyranius
he tried his best to seem serious but it was a test of patience for him, but the real fear the god felt was enough to anchor him "I was not able to fully end Monet's little void clone before I had to exit my body, so it will be back" he growled it was unbefitting of the doll his ire caused the glass to crack a bit he had to be careful not to break his current vessel right now. "The Objective of the Spawning's is to gather Essence or the power of Dawnstar passed down through the generations mixed bloodlines all that...the spawn lings hunt you bite and capture that in the process, you're essence is passed to them, you're memories...they are gathering power and information...and with a gods body under there control they harness a lot of that power..". He held his hands up "IF they get enough of Dawnstars essence it will finish breaking the cage and...even a god is going to be hard pressed to find enough power to fight it off". He glared "I know you have family, Monet...Lyf...I have been here for a day or two...I know you are capable of if limited emotion..for this we must put aside our differences or die".
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 19, 2018 5:19:15 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
would listen and did finally grow serious. "Of all the places you could have come to, you choose to recovery here...in the Vargo estate." Mordred paused and contemplated this turn of events. "Clearly you have either trust or respect for the Vargo line or this is but another ploy to get after my twin. You can have free reign to recover as needed here. I need something though from you if this arrangement is to work." Only Mordred would dare bargain with the mad god.
Tyranius
he shifted his stance there was always a deal but when the God of Evil Bargained for the future of Tyran itself it was truly a masterful change of event's if anything he was glad Modred had Sensed the fear and the utter threat that now faced the Whole of there home, "Name it". There were a vast number of thing's he could think of that Modred would ask but the Usurper had surprised him on more then one occasion. Why had he come here? Simple it was a place of great inherent acts of evil and...no one would bother him if he hid well enough, only idiots came to the Twins Mansion to piss with the Vargo's here. The puke ignited burning the dolls hair and glass but his vessel remained...the further marring of the doll only increased the creep factor that it walked around on it's own.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 19, 2018 5:19:59 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
choose his words very carefully, knowing how they could be played upon. "While you recover your true form, make the Carrion lands subject to the same rules of conduct as you would have applied to your temple. No war or trespasser shall be allowed to violate these walls and if I so desire, I may be able to expel them at will..." Tyr was sharp and he would understand why Mordred would make that his initial request. Certain things would go unsaid. Before he said anything further he awaited Tyr's response.(edited)
Tyranius
to offer the same Protections his Temple offered was a risky endeavour he could not truly afford that kind of Power was limited to the gods for a reason, but there were workarounds that offered sanctuary under his own power, those which he was willing to do. "I have a request and a Stipulation, you cannot have the power to Repel people with a gods power, but I can make this place a sanctuary protected under evil itself, however in order to do so I have a sub clause for you to fulfill" he made gestures for Mordred to sit he might need to truths were about to be told. "While you were dead..Monet and I..we engaged...viciously I might add in some fun" He knew Mordred could guise in what kind "Needless to say, when the time came...I had previously had a Symbiote inside of her..a test to engage it's effectivity, that Symbiote was under my complete control that and did not have the free will it has now, but before it departed I had it swallow the Egg, she had produced as the result of our copulation, that Egg was then Implanted into another host....my High Priestess..the stipulation for this to come to fruition is the man that was born from this unruly endeavour is now...known as Roark...and he will come to live here...and in that this place will be given my protection". He Paused "Monet's Son will come to live here..and learn of his heritage".
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 19, 2018 5:20:29 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
would listen and then after make a few points of his own clear. "Monet is a free soul and what she did while I was away, I have no say over nor would I. You wish for us to allow her child to stay with his own mother. His staying here would afford the Carrion Lands the protection of Evil.." He was repeating Tyr to assure he was correct in understanding. After he spoke he then took his seat opposite the God in doll form. "You want Roark to learn from us....So you would recover here, Roark would be here and then the Carrion Lands would be under 'protection.' He paused and a devious glint was seen in his eyes. "Remove your mark from me and the deal is struck." Mordred sat back silently...much too silently.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 19, 2018 5:24:32 GMT -8
Tyranius
the look he gave Mordred was the burn't innocent look of the glass doll but..then...it was here he knew the Usurper was on the same level as he. He nodded his head and lifted his doll like hand, the contract conjured itself the writing written in the Gods Blood the floating pen scratched two lines...one which Tyr plucked the quill from the Air and Signed and the other for Mordred...he held out the Quill for the Demi god to take, again the signage was bound in blood the contract was binding. Mordred had as much time to read over the print as he wanted gods were patient right?
Mordred VargoToday
collected the offered quill and before he signed stated, "the removal of the mark if you please...."only after would he sign the contract.
Tyranius
pointed at Mordred "Open you're mouth" When he complied because he wanted the mark gone he stuck his hand in there and removed it "It might sting for a few day's, side effects but it will go away".
Mordred Vargo
felt a doll sized hand in his mouth and he would scowl. Burnt porcelain was something he had never tasted before. He could not help but again laugh and shake his head. The mark was gone. He would sign. Roark would come to live there and be raised under them. Tyr would recover his true form under the guardianship of the Vargo's and the Carrion Land's themselves, would thus become by Tyr's own words, "a sanctuary protected under evil itself." The deal made sense on various levels for all parties involved. He would make sure the t's were crossed and i's dotted as he did read the contract again, then hand it to the scorched doll/God. "As always, a pleasure doing business with you..." Mordred tipped his head.
Tyranius
he nodded his head cracking his neck "Crap". The contract went to where they all went to his personal vault. He tilted his head "I need to find a new vessel soon". He turned and began to look for other things. If all came down to it, he could always just take over the butler.
Mordred Vargo
would pause, no the thought was madness. Mordred shook it loose, but then...this was Mordred. "Perhaps, I should show you something..." A wide grin splayed across his features. He leaned forward and almost n a hushed tone stated, "A simulacrum, unlike any other, sentient of it's own accord. I fashioned every aspect of it...Perhaps, deals can be stuck where new forms...can be suitable vessels for even a divine...." Mordred watched Tyr's reaction but how do you truly gage burnt and cracked porcelain.
Tyranius
he turned his head slightly "Go for it, but I reckon if it doesn't hold me in...it's going to explode". He turned to Regard Mordred again "I'm guessing there is a cost to this?" His arm fell off. He looked annoyed but left the mess they had a butler.
Mordred Vargo
shook his head no, "The first one is always free..." He laughed and would shrug, "a suggestion only, and a divine shall do what a divine desires." He picked up the doll arm, "if no vessel is found, what happens?"
Tyranius
he looked up at Mordred "Just think of it this way a Gods essence without a vessel...the vessel is for the safe interaction of Mortals".
he cackled a bit "It's why when the exchange happen the mortal vessel changes so much".
Mordred Vargo
would nod, then pause, "the void spawns...wait..." His mind raced, "any vessel you get if mortal shall be reshapped, correct, the void spawns are powerful, but what if one is captured, could you make it your host form?"
Tyranius
he shook his head "No".
Mordred Vargo
would nod and grin, "better find a host soon then..." He handed the doll back it's own arm that he had picked up before. "Guard well." Mordred tipped his head to his new housemate. The God of Evil itself. He needed a drink.
Tyranius
he turned to go find something to hide in for now, he need to rest, using power to bind a contract took some out of him.
Mordred Vargo
alone in his personal quarters, glass of Absinthe languishing in one hand, Mordred would contemplate the events that transpired this evening. He managed to have Tyr's mark removed with no consequence outright. He found out Roark was Monet's child and he would be seeking his heritage. Mordred would like to introduce him to Zephyr...they were in a sense brothers. The Carrion Lands would be protected. Having a divine god of evil under ones roof though poses it's own set of problems and not to mention, one that has yet to recover it's true form. All in all though his family came out ahead. That was always Mordred's one goal, to assure himself, Monet and Lyf gained in everything.(edited)
bowed his head, focused his thoughts and called to his twin. ~Monet, my completion~
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 19, 2018 5:25:10 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
had been burning the sheets and mattress of her bed when her twin called to her. Leaving the fire to burn, knowing it had no fuel to spread, she stepped from the shadows near Mordred and glanced at his glass curiously. He was thinking. She slipped her arms over his shoulders, "You called?" she was oblivious to what had happened tonight, except for the oddest pain sensation on her tongue.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 19, 2018 5:25:32 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
would sit his glass down. It was serious. He stood and took both of her hands into his own. He would grin wide. "We live in such interesting times beloved." He drew her into his embrace and let his lips brush past her own. "I had the most interesting conversation this night...with one of your dolls..."He broke out into laughter. He was crazed but Monet would surly think he lost all good sense with how vague he was being.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 19, 2018 5:25:55 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
noted his mannerisms as he took her hands and looked her in the eyes. For a moment, she thought he was going to tell her Lyf died or something, but Monet would have sensed that. Maybe he killed Agg? Then... "You... had a conversation... with a doll?" For a moment she wondered if he mispoke and meant the Simulacrum. But saying 'one of' didn't add up. Leaning against his desk as a way to 'sit down' she lifted a brow at him and simply waited for more explanation. She glanced over at his glass again and wondered if he might be drunk.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 19, 2018 5:26:19 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
was far from drunk. He would not tell her verbally. "Monet." he stated and made her look at him. Their bond was invoked and she would know first hand as if watching through his own eyes what had taken place. There was an eerie stillness in the room as they mentally opened and projected to each other.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 19, 2018 5:26:40 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
watched it like a movie before her eyes, a strange darkness about the vision and what she thought might be seeing life points... chakras? Anyway, that wasn't the important part. He really was talking to a doll; no, it was Tyr. So that was what escaped Amika? (Mordred would see her perspective of that event too). Then her face grew dark, and serious... frowning. The connection faded back to normal. Blinking a few times to get her normal vision back she lifted a brow at him. "Quite a good deal," she said first and then glanced sideways, looking bothered. "So that's his name..."
spoke of her son that was, whom she had known existed somewhere, but knew no details of who he was. A soft groan; she'd even met him.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 19, 2018 5:27:04 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
stepped back and his jaw clenched. HIs expression dropped only for a moment before he masked with a devious grin. "His NAME is Roark...your son." He picked up his glass again and sat down. "Why the groan Monet?" He would be inscrutable even to her.
took a long swallow and then focused back on her, with a more gentle demeanor, "Do not let any of this trouble you, Monet..." He winked at her.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 19, 2018 5:27:24 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
looked back at him and crossed her arms. "I never wanted kids... now I have two," she shook her head. "I've watched Zephyr from afar, making sure he stays safe, and I know he has you and Laelia to take care of him so I don't necessarily need to do that maternal thing. Roark... well I suppose I've already met him. He 'rescued' me like a damsel from an angry mob in the Capital, then showed me an interesting shop for the ingredients we were looking for when we were low. Seems like a nice young man... which for some reason had been masked from me sensing him. Interesting."
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 19, 2018 5:27:47 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
would shrug, "things happen, you have anther son...I had Daemonicus. Nothing more than the hand fate deals us." He finished his glass, rose and unfolded her arms and wrapped them about his own midsection. "It changes nothing, if anything we grow stronger." He kissed the top of her head. "Things could be much worse..."(edited)
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 19, 2018 5:28:05 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
smiled a little bit at him, "Oh, you mean like when you thought I could be pregnant when I was sick? I didn't understand your worry at that particular time, but I figured it out a while later." she smirked back at him. "Don't worry my beloved... I take herbs to help prevent such a thing so that you shall not be surprised. Besides, imagine with our bond... you having pregnancy symptoms..." she laughed hard at that image.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 19, 2018 5:28:54 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
winked as he released her, "so your son is coming home and we have a God living with us." He broke into laughter, "need a drink yet?"
Monet Vargo
shook her head. "No, but perhaps I could go murder something..." she looked off at the distance then back at him as he released her, a tiny pout, but that was a normal reaction. "You're free of Tyr, our home is divinely protected from enemies, and Zephyr has a brother..." she said instead of saying she had a son. "And you were upset I was bringing things into the house."
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 19, 2018 5:29:14 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
would smirk, "I didn't make the boy, I just welcomed part of you home." He winked at her but grew serious. "You will have your hands full...." He let his gaze linger, saying something unspoken. "This is your mess." He would step around her and go searching for another bottle of Absinthe.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 19, 2018 5:29:39 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
wanted to argue, but she couldn't. Consequences of actions and all that. "I was tricked you know... its not like I went and said, 'Yes please Tyr, let me have your baby' for evil's sake." It also wasn't Roark's fault, so she had to remind herself of that and not take it out him. She might not be naturally maternal, but she did find family important... and Mordred hadn't rejected it. "Speaking of messes," she said to him as he bent here and there looking for more Absinthe, "I had to burn my bed, so I'm sleeping in yours tonight." In the back of her mind, she also made a promise to herself to take advantage of Tyr's weakened state and get a little revenge on him while he was here.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 19, 2018 5:30:11 GMT -8
Mordred Vargo
looked over his shoulder, "I never mind when you do..." he produced a stashed bottle and collected his glass. He kissed the top of her head and said nothing else. She was in his room already but it was he that left. He needed to do some alone drinking. "Goodnight Monet", he called over his shoulder.
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Post by Mordred Vargo on Sept 19, 2018 5:30:34 GMT -8
Monet Vargo
got the hint, and rolled her eyes as he left his own room, but took the opportunity to crawl into his bed and inhale his scent as she closed her eyes and allowed the events of the past couple days soak into her mind while she attempted to fall asleep. Things were about to be a lot more chaotic around here. Hopefully Lyf and Agg weren't going to cause her any trouble about Roark. And Tyr had better not get ideas of messing with them either... not that the twins had much say in what a God did.
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