-The Mythics RP-

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-The Mythics- RolePlay

I was working on this, sorry everyone, also, it's not finished

 

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"I understand. But don't hijack the conversation, dear. Does a god-centred religion end all in the same belief? Can you not disagree with the motives of acting on what their apparent God desires?"

"I can disagree. It seems more to me like blind trust in those who claim to represent this God. I see no divinity in most of their motives."

@_-Captain BRM-_ (I read, and reread, and left and reread Tay's response like 20 times before I *think* I finally understand what she's asking )
@Lacy Duckwing (Is cool, we'll just keep the convo going a little bit)

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

"I can disagree. It seems more to me like blind trust in those who claim to represent this God. I see no divinity in most of their motives."

"That's... But there are different motives. I mean this: that within religion there are different parties acting on different beliefs, but in theory for the same higher power. Are they all right? Are some wrong? Western civilization kills to enforce their idolostic belief, mid-continent views are often atheistic or bland, Eastern and Northern beliefs radiate from a melting pot of disaster, often ending in cultish beliefs that we are gods ourselves, and all but one of those seeming convictional beliefs end in there is a higher power." Tay bit her lip, stifling a smile. "Am I making a point, or did I just kill everything?"

@_-Captain BRM-_ (I read, and reread, and left and reread Tay's response like 20 times before I *think* I finally understand what she's asking )

This became a debate

And I'm here for it.

 

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"That's... But there are different motives. I mean this: that within religion there are different parties acting on different beliefs, but in theory for the same higher power. Are they all right? Are some wrong? Western civilization kills to enforce their idolostic belief, mid-continent views are often atheistic or bland, Eastern and Northern beliefs radiate from a melting pot of disaster, often ending in cultish beliefs that we are gods ourselves, and all but one of those seeming convictional beliefs end in there is a higher power." Tay bit her lip, stifling a smile. "Am I making a point, or did I just kill everything?"


This became a debate

And I'm here for it.

"Truthfully, I fail to see the relevance of all this. But I will say, I do believe most, if not all, are wrong. There is truth somewhere, however faint and hidden, and if this 'higher power' has its way, only the deserving may find it."
Nautalis stopped abruptly, turning halfway to let her gaze land on Jintao, who was trailing behind, still speaking to Tay.
"We, as the lesser, cannot ourselves be Gods, or the higher power. Not in this life or any others that follow- if any do follow. That I do know."

@_-Captain BRM-_
@Lacy Duckwing

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

"Truthfully, I fail to see the relevance of all this. But I will say, I do believe most, if not all, are wrong. There is truth somewhere, however faint and hidden, and if this 'higher power' has its way, only the deserving may find it."
Nautalis stopped abruptly, turning halfway to let her gaze land on Jintao, who was trailing behind, still speaking to Tay.
"We, as the lesser, cannot ourselves be Gods, or the higher power. Not in this life or any others that follow- if any do follow. That I do know."

@_-Captain BRM-_
@Lacy Duckwing

"There is truth somewhere," Tay echoed, "only the deserving find it."
She gave Jintao a coy glance.
"There are strains of religion, and strains of rebellion. The end result is the same in both. There motives to achieve the result differ. You have an opinion on religion, yet a very distant, undisciplined view of rebellion. Those are terms I would like to see defined."

 

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"There is truth somewhere," Tay echoed, "only the deserving find it."
She gave Jintao a coy glance.
"There are strains of religion, and strains of rebellion. The end result is the same in both. There motives to achieve the result differ. You have an opinion on religion, yet a very distant, undisciplined view of rebellion. Those are terms I would like to see defined."

(I can't stop laughing at his face, my lord, now that's all I'm ever gonna see-)

 

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"There is truth somewhere," Tay echoed, "only the deserving find it."
She gave Jintao a coy glance.
"There are strains of religion, and strains of rebellion. The end result is the same in both. There motives to achieve the result differ. You have an opinion on religion, yet a very distant, undisciplined view of rebellion. Those are terms I would like to see defined."

(I also think you may have just figured out what Nautalis's character development might be)

 

[Amer]

"There is truth somewhere," Tay echoed, "only the deserving find it."
She gave Jintao a coy glance.
"There are strains of religion, and strains of rebellion. The end result is the same in both. There motives to achieve the result differ. You have an opinion on religion, yet a very distant, undisciplined view of rebellion. Those are terms I would like to see defined."

 

[Crestcrazy2]

(I guess I could write them, didn’t really think about it tbh. I figured it might take them a couple of days.)

It definitely would/ can take a couple days. Just making sure we’re on track.

 

[-Eridanus-]

(Werewolves do maintain their consciousness though, so we won't have to worry about her shredding anyone. Unless she wants to, lol.)

Ember had yet to see her sixth sense fail her.
Vhayna's warning repeated loudly in her mind, timely to the scattered, and now horrified onlookers, the air thickening with fear as the bone-chilling howl echoed through the misted dawn sky.
"During the day the souls around here are a little less drunk and more likely to notice a Mythic."
Notice is one word for it.
"Stay here," she ordered Coal, once again not bothering to see if he would obey. The Harpy bolted down the short stretch of cobbled street to the open path where the rather terrified Werewolf stood.
Most of the bystanders had taken off, racing into the cover of buildings or around street corners to escape. The few that didn't dropped behind crates or barrels, guns drawn and locked on the massive wolf.
Ember ripped off her leather gloves, letting her cloak drop to the ground behind her as she ran, stopping sharply in front of the Werewolf, wings flung wide like a giant, feathery shield. She knew it wouldn't stop lead, but if it threw off their aim even a little, a little was enough of an advantage for her.
Flames burst across her hands, lapping up her forearms as she drew an arm up sharply and backhanded a wave of swirling flames into the air toward the two closest gun barrels. The edges of the canvas tarp rested atop the collection of palettes ignited, smoking and flickering for only seconds before the entire pile was spewing fire.
Ember yanked a hand upward, the blaze reacting with the movement and jerking out toward the street, lashing and snapping at the armed humans.
Ember jerked her head toward the Werewolf, meeting her Sage-green eyes.
"Follow me if you want to live."
Her wings snapped down and back, launching her back in the direction of the docks and between the buildings.

@-Eridanus-
@Amer
(I'll have Ember fly Lupin toward the docks, they'll probably stop nearby to gain cover and talk or something before sneaking back to the Quicksilver.)

Coal stared in horror as the woman transformed before his eyes.

Coal did not obey. He stomped after Ember, dropping his cloak and gloves. Every inch of his arms and torso erupted into flame. Not subtle at all.
To be fair, the werewolf started it. Coal wasn’t exactly sure why they were protecting a dangerous werewolf from the humans, but it could never be said that Coal would quail where his sister went boldly forth. Plus, what did she expect him to do, stand there?
He joined her in shielding the werewolf and when she flew up, he followed.

Lupin's veins pounded with awe at the fire wreathing the air. Paws flinging up sand, she bulleted after the phoenix woman,

Tail lashing, she skidded and tumbled. Running on sand, apparently, was harder than it looked. Which it was. The drifts spun in random directions when she stepped on them, and the only thing that saved her was the wood of the docks beneath the sand.

Random people pointed at her, laughing and frowning respectively. The animalistic urges filled her, vying over each other, trying to push her toward them, to bite them, so that they might know her plight. (yes i know i sound like some 1800s author)

She didn't stop, though. She kept chasing the fiery birdwoman, kept running, racing, panting.

It occurred to her that these phoenixes could be doing basically anything menacing, such as spying for Landchester, leading her into a trap, or simply playing a practical joke.

Stamping down the annoying thoughts that were poking their thought-noses out of her head, she followed the phoenixes.

Her claws were, however, tightly crossed for good luck.