RE: Godhood XIV [Sugar Edition]
03-02-2014, 05:53 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-02-2014, 05:52 PM by Kaynato.)
Diatraxa, having casually observed the creation and modification of the planets, marveling at the elegance of Sinfonia's decoration, glided away from Argent and towards the musical planet. Though the attacks on the Spinning Anns were rather a disappointing turn of events, it was sure that an amount could survive at lower depths or in hiding.
“Fasila! I love this planet – really do. The singing seas and organ-pipes really add this zest to the air, haha.”
…For all that it could laugh.
“Well, I’m not really a giant spoon,” it continued, “and nor are these bags of sugar. Don’t get that impression, please. Listen here, Fasila…” Leaning in with a conspiratorial gesture, the invisible voice toned down to a whisper, even as the dark prisms rotated slowly around its being. “I’m as confused as you are. I get pushed to come here for a bizzare marketing move, and there aren’t even any competitors to subsume… It’s almost as if there isn’t an ulterior motive to their actions.” It bent one ray emanating from its head(?) towards Bacsphaal at this. “But why don’t I help you with this planet? I’m sure you’ll enjoy it, and pay it back in kind – eventually, of course. Not quite yet. But… soon.”
Now with that finished, the god floated to a space over the orbit of Sinfonia, and began to rotate the crystals about it at higher speeds until they began outlining a sphere on the size of a large planet, and became too quick to clearly discern. Suddenly, a shape began to take form inside the rotated space, forming into two planets – both were tiny, but unique – instead of being two moons orbiting the planet, they orbited each other in a circle around the planet, one with osmium-blue rock dissolving in a stream towards the other one, and the other sending a plume of molten ice mixed with earthen dust to the first in an exchange through their waltzing orbit.
The first planetoid was exceptionally blue, wreathed in a mist that turned slowly as the planet itself spun within the shared atmosphere spread over the distance by the plumes, affecting a torque as a spoon stirs molten sugar.
The other planet was white and black in spots and stripes, of mixed gases in which ice was suspended alongside lava-cooled rock from its partner, caught in the thickened atmosphere and shattered ice fragments.
Over enough time, these two planetoids would displace each other, having subsumed the other’s plume fully to the point where any further movement would reverse the equilibrium – and empowered by their own movement, it would occur as a certainty of time.
Diatraxa saw the new planets, and decided that they were good enough. “Do you like them? The icy one is called Lynisio and the blue is Adago. A Sinfonia can’t be complete without three parts, after all.”
Created Adago, a small-sized planet, and Lyniso, an earth-sized gas giant – as one, they orbit Sinfonia and replace each other every once in a while. They share a singular atmosphere that is cycled between the two alongside their material. [5] Acts.
“For now, enjoy this present.”
As suddenly as it arrived, the sigil-like god returned to Argent, making a point of ignoring all (and there were indeed many – many of them) the mewling Spinning Anns with their human faces and wheeling limbs that had been found and partially eaten by the newly created Gemrunners. Most of these were pitifully splayed on the ground, unable to leap or tunnel – and the others held a remarkably large population of the immature variety, eaten while they were yet in the dirt.
The earth swarmed with rats. So much for ecological balance.
But those suffering Anns - The faces of the dirt-coated, incomplete … with…. Legs coming from……? Was that -
Diatraxa changed its mind about the Spinning Anns, and hastily retreated into space.
“I’ll… I’ll introduce myself again, now. Ahem. Diatraxagodofassimilationreplicationandrevolutionhellothankyou-(VERYMUCH)-marketingdivisionofBOXCORPdivinedivision.”
It drifted about for a new place to work from, and found Vidi. It was a quite large planet, it thought to itself, one with a lot of room for construction and experiments and all sorts of delightful possibilities to give the universe some more excellent spice.
It brought out the obsidian monoliths once again, and spread a metallic dust about the land not covered by the oceans that grew over the rock and the dirt and the trees until with a swipe of light from its halo, Diatraxa stopped the rapid spread of the infinitesimal dust.
Words began to shine from around the halo, resonating with their pronunciations.
The words were MOLGEL P’NEHRR RITAT YEMINESASH VAHRYANAM, just enough in their script to cover the entirety of the dusted land in their cosmic light.
The grey earth lurched. And heaved. And shook violently and -
And then bugs and cats and dogs and snakes and bears and three-footed emus and oblong spindles and sticks made of eyes and globs of feathery knives and walking skulls with eye-coverings and perfect circles started rising from the land, dragging themselves up from the grey goo that had been eating at it, restrained from excess by divine command.
Diatraxa wondered, and spun idly in the air. “I must have chosen the wrong words,” it muttered. But it shrugged an invisible shrug and returned to casually observing these new creatures, imbued with life to make form from the formless consuming dust that was their constituent. “Maybe they’ll be called Vi…savia. Yes, Visavia. Visavium, Visavia. Even with the variety now, it’ll become less ridiculous later, I hope.”
Created the Visavia, a form of life taking shape from dust. Each individual Visavium consists of its body, made from dust, and its pseudogene, a soul-like thing that defines its shape, memories, development, appearance, and everything else, that holds the dust into the shape and causes the being to function as a creature. Being made from interchangeable Dust, the Visavia can grow by consuming more Dust, general matter, or each other – they still possess a limited capability to assimilate normal matter, an otherwise dangerous ability. However, with time and extended consumption of other Dust-based beings (that is, Visavia) the pseudogene erodes until it splits apart unevenly, causing the creation of two to four new, varied Visavia with slight differences from both the original and each other. With changes in the pseudogene, the production of such a process may result in more but smaller Visavia (due to the conservation of Dust within non-consuming particles) or less but bigger – some may live longer, while others less, and some may split more cleanly than others. Most Visavia can be identified by an iridescent sheen, but they can take on other appearances with eventual development.
The Visavia are quite varied. [4] Acts.
“Fasila! I love this planet – really do. The singing seas and organ-pipes really add this zest to the air, haha.”
…For all that it could laugh.
“Well, I’m not really a giant spoon,” it continued, “and nor are these bags of sugar. Don’t get that impression, please. Listen here, Fasila…” Leaning in with a conspiratorial gesture, the invisible voice toned down to a whisper, even as the dark prisms rotated slowly around its being. “I’m as confused as you are. I get pushed to come here for a bizzare marketing move, and there aren’t even any competitors to subsume… It’s almost as if there isn’t an ulterior motive to their actions.” It bent one ray emanating from its head(?) towards Bacsphaal at this. “But why don’t I help you with this planet? I’m sure you’ll enjoy it, and pay it back in kind – eventually, of course. Not quite yet. But… soon.”
Now with that finished, the god floated to a space over the orbit of Sinfonia, and began to rotate the crystals about it at higher speeds until they began outlining a sphere on the size of a large planet, and became too quick to clearly discern. Suddenly, a shape began to take form inside the rotated space, forming into two planets – both were tiny, but unique – instead of being two moons orbiting the planet, they orbited each other in a circle around the planet, one with osmium-blue rock dissolving in a stream towards the other one, and the other sending a plume of molten ice mixed with earthen dust to the first in an exchange through their waltzing orbit.
The first planetoid was exceptionally blue, wreathed in a mist that turned slowly as the planet itself spun within the shared atmosphere spread over the distance by the plumes, affecting a torque as a spoon stirs molten sugar.
The other planet was white and black in spots and stripes, of mixed gases in which ice was suspended alongside lava-cooled rock from its partner, caught in the thickened atmosphere and shattered ice fragments.
Over enough time, these two planetoids would displace each other, having subsumed the other’s plume fully to the point where any further movement would reverse the equilibrium – and empowered by their own movement, it would occur as a certainty of time.
Diatraxa saw the new planets, and decided that they were good enough. “Do you like them? The icy one is called Lynisio and the blue is Adago. A Sinfonia can’t be complete without three parts, after all.”
Created Adago, a small-sized planet, and Lyniso, an earth-sized gas giant – as one, they orbit Sinfonia and replace each other every once in a while. They share a singular atmosphere that is cycled between the two alongside their material. [5] Acts.
“For now, enjoy this present.”
As suddenly as it arrived, the sigil-like god returned to Argent, making a point of ignoring all (and there were indeed many – many of them) the mewling Spinning Anns with their human faces and wheeling limbs that had been found and partially eaten by the newly created Gemrunners. Most of these were pitifully splayed on the ground, unable to leap or tunnel – and the others held a remarkably large population of the immature variety, eaten while they were yet in the dirt.
The earth swarmed with rats. So much for ecological balance.
But those suffering Anns - The faces of the dirt-coated, incomplete … with…. Legs coming from……? Was that -
Diatraxa changed its mind about the Spinning Anns, and hastily retreated into space.
“I’ll… I’ll introduce myself again, now. Ahem. Diatraxagodofassimilationreplicationandrevolutionhellothankyou-(VERYMUCH)-marketingdivisionofBOXCORPdivinedivision.”
It drifted about for a new place to work from, and found Vidi. It was a quite large planet, it thought to itself, one with a lot of room for construction and experiments and all sorts of delightful possibilities to give the universe some more excellent spice.
It brought out the obsidian monoliths once again, and spread a metallic dust about the land not covered by the oceans that grew over the rock and the dirt and the trees until with a swipe of light from its halo, Diatraxa stopped the rapid spread of the infinitesimal dust.
Words began to shine from around the halo, resonating with their pronunciations.
The words were MOLGEL P’NEHRR RITAT YEMINESASH VAHRYANAM, just enough in their script to cover the entirety of the dusted land in their cosmic light.
The grey earth lurched. And heaved. And shook violently and -
And then bugs and cats and dogs and snakes and bears and three-footed emus and oblong spindles and sticks made of eyes and globs of feathery knives and walking skulls with eye-coverings and perfect circles started rising from the land, dragging themselves up from the grey goo that had been eating at it, restrained from excess by divine command.
Diatraxa wondered, and spun idly in the air. “I must have chosen the wrong words,” it muttered. But it shrugged an invisible shrug and returned to casually observing these new creatures, imbued with life to make form from the formless consuming dust that was their constituent. “Maybe they’ll be called Vi…savia. Yes, Visavia. Visavium, Visavia. Even with the variety now, it’ll become less ridiculous later, I hope.”
Created the Visavia, a form of life taking shape from dust. Each individual Visavium consists of its body, made from dust, and its pseudogene, a soul-like thing that defines its shape, memories, development, appearance, and everything else, that holds the dust into the shape and causes the being to function as a creature. Being made from interchangeable Dust, the Visavia can grow by consuming more Dust, general matter, or each other – they still possess a limited capability to assimilate normal matter, an otherwise dangerous ability. However, with time and extended consumption of other Dust-based beings (that is, Visavia) the pseudogene erodes until it splits apart unevenly, causing the creation of two to four new, varied Visavia with slight differences from both the original and each other. With changes in the pseudogene, the production of such a process may result in more but smaller Visavia (due to the conservation of Dust within non-consuming particles) or less but bigger – some may live longer, while others less, and some may split more cleanly than others. Most Visavia can be identified by an iridescent sheen, but they can take on other appearances with eventual development.
The Visavia are quite varied. [4] Acts.