RE: TERRARIUM - Sign ups!
08-09-2017, 12:50 AM
As the multiverse completed her rotation, the individual members decided to settle down in their own personal dimensions. However, not all felt the need to place themselves in stasis yet. The Demiurge, glowing with excitement, rushed to their equivalent of a workplace. Five terrariums floated in the air. Orbiting them, six souvenirs. Each caged by cube of proper width and length, carefully labelled in an esoteric language that indicated the following:
Iblis Crow, a swordsman. His weapon fascinated the Demiurge so much, they spirited him along for the ride. He was their favorite.
Replay, a superhero. There were so many Replays running around that it was hard to choose one, so the Demiurge took them all. He was their favorite.
Mierra of the Fallen Soil, a necromancer. She was brave, smart, and was tough as her shell was purple. The Demiurge also liked purple. She was their favorite.
Abhararcan and Mercator, an artifact-mercenary duo. Their friendship was something to be preserved, the Demiurge decided. They were their favorite.
Zakam, a religious construct. The concept of food always piqued the interest of the Demiurge. Plus, what if the other souvenirs starved? It was necessary, and their favorite.
Jenna, an octopus. The Demiurge saw plenty of octopuses in their life time, but she particularly piqued their interest. Their interest in artifice. She was their favorite.
Satisfied with their choices, the Demiurge proceeded to house their souvenirs in the first terrarium. The first terrarium housed a harbor city. The city, more ruins than skyscrapers at this point, was in such disrepair that it nearly blended into the surrounding wilderness. The souvenirs – no, survivors – could see shadows flitting between the trees and buildings. Some were local natives, hardened desperation traced in their faces.
Some were…not human.
Iblis Crow, a swordsman. His weapon fascinated the Demiurge so much, they spirited him along for the ride. He was their favorite.
Replay, a superhero. There were so many Replays running around that it was hard to choose one, so the Demiurge took them all. He was their favorite.
Mierra of the Fallen Soil, a necromancer. She was brave, smart, and was tough as her shell was purple. The Demiurge also liked purple. She was their favorite.
Abhararcan and Mercator, an artifact-mercenary duo. Their friendship was something to be preserved, the Demiurge decided. They were their favorite.
Zakam, a religious construct. The concept of food always piqued the interest of the Demiurge. Plus, what if the other souvenirs starved? It was necessary, and their favorite.
Jenna, an octopus. The Demiurge saw plenty of octopuses in their life time, but she particularly piqued their interest. Their interest in artifice. She was their favorite.
Satisfied with their choices, the Demiurge proceeded to house their souvenirs in the first terrarium. The first terrarium housed a harbor city. The city, more ruins than skyscrapers at this point, was in such disrepair that it nearly blended into the surrounding wilderness. The souvenirs – no, survivors – could see shadows flitting between the trees and buildings. Some were local natives, hardened desperation traced in their faces.
Some were…not human.