necrolord: <user name="thebutt"> (drawing lines in the sand)
ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ ᴜɴᴅʏɪɴɢ ([personal profile] necrolord) wrote in [community profile] deernet2022-07-15 07:31 am

video; un: leavegodalone

Is this thing on?

[ The camera opens on a man, but there is something horribly inhuman about his eyes: they are black from edge to edge, the iris burning with a ring of white light. He is flanked by two skeletons which stand at attention, each with a speck of glowing red in their shadowed eye sockets. ]

Been a while since I had to do this. Hey, hello, kia ora. You face the King Undying, the Necrolord Prime.

[ He claps his hands together. There is something wrong with them: the whites of his metacarpals are exposed, flesh crumbled away like so much ash. ]

But let's not stand on formality, right? I hear we're on a first-name basis, now. So: I'm Emperor John Gaius, creator of the Nine Houses, and also God. Not locally, mind, [ and he gestures vaguely upwards, ] here it's a more crowded playing field. I'll admit, it's been an adjustment. I tried to get a peek at my usual domain... turns out Mariana doesn't like to share.

Now, I get that I've made a few mistakes. [ He says this like funny understatement, hands splayed. It shows the bare red tendons in his palms. ] Let's clear up some misconceptions.

[ He stands accused of baby-killing, human sacrifice, and the destruction of whole planets. He riled Mariana into a deadly storm. But what he says, with all the gravity of a king, is: ]

My wife is that hot.

[ Fantastic. Amazing start. He leans in to regard the camera. ]

Look, I get it: I haven't made myself popular. I'll get a lot of kids at my door screaming log off. We're on, what, bloody retribution attempt six or seven? It's been a constant parade of death lasers and witches and kids with swords. And I see where you're coming from. I put a serious damper on everyone's fun vengeance beach party.

But it's getting a little old, so consider this a friendly warning to all my executioners: I will start losing patience. [ He quirks a smile that does not touch his eyes. ] Not to be all, I have over ten billion confirmed kills, but: maybe do not fuck with me.

Cheers.

[ The skeletons perform an ancient First House salute, and the feed cuts out. ]
hauntedsavior: (turned your back on affinity)

text; username: meereskönigin

[personal profile] hauntedsavior 2022-07-15 03:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Sit down, John.
strikefirster: (CK_S1_E9_0046)

Video | 1stStrike

[personal profile] strikefirster 2022-07-15 03:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[There is maybe a solid two minute long video of Johnny just flipping off the camera.]
justoscar: (marked -- depressed)

Text | un: the_sniper

[personal profile] justoscar 2022-07-15 03:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Hi John.

I'm proud of you for telling the truth.

(Derogatory).

No one cares about your sad stories, John.
Edited 2022-07-15 15:15 (UTC)
slayerskiss: (pic#15643273)

video, un: AskMalice | private

[personal profile] slayerskiss 2022-07-15 03:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[This is a monster.

A nightmare from a world he ruined, with the blood of billions staining his hands, her friends included. She looks at him wearing a smile that does not meet his empty, hollow eyes and making jokes that mean almost nothing to her or anybody else for that matter.

It's not an apology. It's not repentant. It's a threat, a way to put the power back in his own hands, a way to make it clear that the gloves are off at this point, and anyone who comes kicking down his door can only expect to die a horrible death.

So, as a Slayer, it is her job to put him down. It's her job to beat back the forces of evil, and what could be more evil than a tyrant who sits on a throne of corpses and seeks to spread his domain into another ruined world. As a Slayer, her position is clear. Her destiny is clear.

And so, it's with that clear purpose in mind that she speaks up, her voice more uncertain than it's ever been.]


Are you okay?

[Because Faith has never been and never will be a champion or a hero. Faith is and always has been a frightened little girl unloved by the people who were supposed to love and protect her, and cared for by the things she was supposed to hunt and slaughter.

Of course it would go both ways.]
adaine: (it's just who you are.)

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[personal profile] adaine 2022-07-15 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Wait, you're the only god in your world?

How does that work?


[Priorities. She has them.]
the_obedient_servant: (Default)

un: GoldenFlowers | text | private

[personal profile] the_obedient_servant 2022-07-15 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Do the people coming after you for revenge at least stay until the end of the fight?

So far, three people have picked a fight with me and then ran away at the last minute.

It's getting annoying.
abornfighter: (tense)

[Video] un: QueenCobra

[personal profile] abornfighter 2022-07-15 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Not quite in camera view, there's some energy that's black, dark blue and glittering.]

More like the Douchelord Prime. Anyway, I made you a present.

[Tory presents the handiwork that she just reality warped: a bag of crochet dicks.]

It suits you.
Edited 2022-07-15 15:22 (UTC)
manyone: (016 »)

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[personal profile] manyone 2022-07-15 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh? You're a god?

I've never met a god before.

[ Does Lady Featherine count? She doesn't know and frankly it is horrifying to contemplate. ]
wapples: by <user name=takatorabatta site="plurk"> (07)

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[personal profile] wapples 2022-07-15 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, if you didn't want people coming after you, maybe you shouldn't have fucked with the ocean.

You're not even scary! And your skeletons are stupid.
threelayers: (05)

text - UN: IceCream

[personal profile] threelayers 2022-07-15 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ok. So. Confirming. Yes, this was definitely the guy. They'd met... once? Yeah, once. On the banks of the ocean. It had been memorable but brief. She breathed in once. Ok, she had a minute. Just a minute. Her own little ... problem was getting antsy right now, and she couldn't leave them alone for a second or they'd go and do something stupid. You know, like fighting him.

Which she'd promised not to do.]


I won't be adding to your kill count.
Not for any reason having a lick to do with you, honestly.
But I made a promise and I do try to keep those.

But, this is just some unasked-for advice.
The local "Gods" can pretty much fuck you twelve ways until Sunday around here.
Take a page from the last crazy eyeball who would be god we had to deal with.
Don't kick that hornet's nest, as it won't end well.
hearthebell: will credit if found (As hollow as the day after a tragedy)

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[personal profile] hearthebell 2022-07-15 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
I got what I wanted.
justoscar: (studying)

[personal profile] justoscar 2022-07-15 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh. I know the guy with the death laser. He got it fixed up for you? Good! Glad you liked it.

I've heard plenty of sad stories. Let me guess: your ex-wife is a piece of work and wants to kill you.
threelayers: (06)

[personal profile] threelayers 2022-07-15 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)
I am many things, among them a girl of my word.
Doesn't mean I'm going to start liking you, but that sounds like par for the course with you.

Aren't you lucky to get aa word in edgewise with that one?
Whatever you are in your world, definitely doesn't really apply here the same way.
But I'm guessing that you've probably figured that out too.

So, we done trying to piss off the local gods then?
noniad: (04)

un: ortus | video

[personal profile] noniad 2022-07-15 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ortus Nigenad stands in plain black robes, his face freshly painted in the stark lines of the Jawless Skull. In black gloved hands he holds a book whose cover may not yet be seen, pages splayed open as a hymnbook.

He clears his throat the way that a master of the blade draws their sword: neatly, without ceremony.]


I invoke the right of the White Glass to inquisition.

[An Eighth right. An invocation against heretics and betrayers.]

I charge you with conspiracy of murder against the Reverend Daughter Harrowhark Nonagesimus. I charge you with the murder of Gideon Nav. I charge you with the deaths of the nine, whose names you sought to bury with them.

[Ortus does not look down at the pages in his hands. His eyes shine as obsidian as he declaims, in full, ringing enunciation:]

Mercury. Venus. Mars. Jupiter. Saturn. Uranus. Neptune. Pluto. Earth.

[He snaps the book shut. The swirl of stars upon its cover may be seen as he does. He looks at the lens with the air of one who has only just gotten going, a man possessed with the spirit of one of ninety five accusations.]

How do you answer these charges?
abornfighter: (awkward)

[personal profile] abornfighter 2022-07-15 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[That was...not the reaction she was expecting, and her confusion shows in her expression for a moment before she just shrugs and decides to roll with it.]

Sure. Where do you live?

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