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monzun) wrote in boxfullofzeroes2025-03-17 06:58 am
then it becomes, it becomes, it becomes a problem, then--
Monzun watches over their people. They teach their Creature. That was all they knew and all they really wanted initially, when they were freshly-created, and perhaps it ever would have been if another god's cruelty hadn't cut in.
Their goal had never been to be the only god. It was that, and then it had been surviving to oppose Nemesis, and now he was gone, and it seemed they were the only regardless.
("Eh, screw 'em! What've other gods been but trouble for us, huh?")
("Well...It is a bit lonely. And Khazar's actions are the only reason we're around today, isn't that right?")
The power of the Creeds trickle back alongside the power of the people. And then torrents, and a flood. The Miracles they use grow stronger beyond even Wonders' assistance.
Generations of their people live and proliferate and die, and Monzun's strength doesn't waver, but increases even as the populations settle lower than the war efforts and post-war burst their levels to being.
("Yeah! We're badass! Even if it could use a lil more fireballin' to make all this peace more exciting, Boss.")
Their Creature and people are safe. They revel in being only gentle without consequence but worshippers' occasional disrespect, and they find they care little about that--unless they harm others in their village, and then Creature gentle scolding or abrupt relocation across the land tends to work nearly as well as lightning would have.
Their intervention is needed less even as they notice more. Little beacons where their people were, somewhere well beyond the seas, still worshipping where it once couldn't reach.
And something else. A shard of something.
Another...another god? Near their people? The numbers waver, some converting to the other, fewer converting to Monzun, as reasonable without them there to demonstrate their power.
They need to look.
("Could be a fresh threat we need to squash.")
("Or they may be a new god in need of a Guide?")
A fragment of them even hopes...
...
...Nemesis' brutality means their consciences say nothing while their Teleports are slowly practiced until they look something closer to a Vortex the old gods used.
It's not quite as large. Redder. But far more than a simple Teleport.
The day comes where they reach across the Lands and place it where they sense their lingering people and that god.
("Let's go!")
("It's so exciting! But we don't need to rush quite yet--")
Monzun takes some time to look over their nearest people and discuss. Khazar brought them Disciples; they could bring some possibly willing to convert to another, although they seem confused by the conversation. Do any of theirs know Miracles? Oh? Yes? One of Sable's decedents picked up the Wood Miracle, they hadn't realized that was possible--
A part of them is distant, distant, distant.
Monzun reaches for their Creature and finds they stare down into the Vortex.
Ah.
It seems their impatience was noticed and acted upon.
In another part of Eden, a Vortex opened on the side of a mountain that Monzun's old Temple still stands on. The air splits with a shocked bellow as a massive Leopard Creature steps onto nothing and tumbles down into the water.
Ouch.
Only a little ouch. It wasn't that far, but Sweetheart wasn't expecting it. She stands and shakes the water off a little--oooh, fish. Scoops up a handful of fresh fish to eat, and then turns around to claw up the mountain to peek over the edge.
There are a few people! Worshipping wrong, or maybe just frightened. That's okay. She's pretty different now. She doesn't mind when they take off running when they un-freeze.
...Most of the trees she grew are missing. She doesn't like that, she worked hard on those.
She climbs up all the way--oh, the Temple's smaller, or she's so big as to match?--and immediately gets to Miracle Watering the withered ones in the worship sites left.
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"He killed what he killed, but the fool cannot destroy what remains! Eden will flourish," Monzun declares, but--what was that he said first? Anything they please? They only now see the clouds that gather thickly above, around, and they make a sound like rain hitting burning rocks.
They wildly pull away from Lethys and back towards the mountains, and fortunately the storm summoned lazily follows along their path.
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He is relieved when Monzun retreats. Their boiling temper sets him on edge, even if they're far from his Temple and his people.
"Eden is your playground," he confirms, reluctantly following a lagging distance behind. Whether it is his attempts at mollifying them, or not, Monzun's roiling temper seems to be simmering a little lower. "You may fear no other god now. Not I. Not Nemesis. None will challenge you."
If they do bring their anger further into his territory, Lethys is not certain what he'll do about it. Discreetly (or not so much) he traces and readies a Spiritual Shield.
Across the plains, Laetes plucks a horse from the grass and examines it, then turns to stare expectantly at Sweetheart.
He thinks for a moment. Then he hurls the panicking horse through the air towards the Leopard. Catch.
bullshitting these directions a little bit who caaaares
But she's pulled back quickly. Laetes is playing!
The earth quakes as the Leopard launches herself forward, horse captured in her jaws rather than her paws. A flawless catch, if she does say so herself.
Monzun doesn't care for what Lethys is saying. He is correct. But they never wanted this. They are displeased by this--this--this way he is acting. They are not making him fear them and what they can do less by losing control in upset!
The storm isn't going away.
Right.
It is a problem. They are causing it. They can solve it regardless.
The red symbol veers over the mountains, but what has already built up strikes the mountain range, clouds moving around rather than climbing over as well. Towards the north, they slow to what Monzun knows will be a harmless stop. Towards the southeast, they continue on towards the villages. It weakens already, with only strong winds and mild lightning with its rain, but nevertheless, such can cause damage.
It is the village with the straw roofs in worst range, and Lethys is already prepared. The rest of what was said can be addressed another time.
"Protect your Village," they say intensely, going so far as to draw an arrow. It is crooked and messy compared to even his quick work before, but it gets the job done for indicating which they mean.
i literally don't remember what's there without looking!! dw dw we are freeballin it
Are they testing him? Is this a game to Monzun, like how their Creature seems to be insisting upon his Laetes?
Or are they truly so out of control?
Lethys is not certain which is more worrisome. But he draws a faintly-shining Shield over his Village, and some of the crackle of thunder seems a little more distant to those within. There is time for wondering, and there is the here and now.
His symbol trails back to Monzun right after, drawing up into their peripheral and insisting:
"Why test me? You know well that your strength surpasses mine."
Laetes is less than impressed by the horse landing in Sweetheart's mouth. Perhaps he hoped it might strike her in the face. If it's a game, it's a crude and ill-natured one.
He notices his master's Shield more than the storm itself. Ears flicking suddenly up, Laetes turns his face to the sky, sees the angry sky, and immediately stops everything he's doing to traipse directly under the bubble-like roof of the Spiritual Shield... if the tethered Leopard will let him.
=w=b
("Absolutely furious!")
("Deeply unhappy.")
("Seething!")
("Grieving.")
"--not well!" Monzun continues backwards at a comparative creep, from mountain to hill to nearly the beach.
Words stream out, a storm of themselves: "The clouds will continue over that--your Village but it should yet move on, and when it shall the momentum will perhaps damage some of mine houses but any lightning will more likely strike my forests instead, that is an easier loss to recover from," gods cannot run out of breath, but the wild pause may give such an impression, "and I will not be able to recover any of such for now, while I am over here, Lethys, I ask you tell Sweetheart to return home." Creature game cancelled, Sweetheart will be on the right territory and it will get him away from them right now.
The Creature spoken of was curious enough that she let it spoil her plans, as barely-thought-out as they were, only dipping to snag another horse in each paw before ambling along after Laetes.
She can't fit under the Shield standing up fully, so she only ducks a little and sticks her head in, heedless of the rain that spatters more sharply over the rest of her. Is something happening in here?
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Lethys can only imagine how formidable they were against Nemesis, if this is how they react to only a mention of his deeds. He does not spare too much thought on this. But how devastating their storms are, now, with the Creeds, he has yet to see.
But go tell? Command another god's Creature?
...
Laetes makes a candid rgh noise, and gestures one-handedly at the town protected behind him. The rest of Sweetheart's body shimmers wetly outside in the storm. Yes, there is something happening. Safety! - or at least an attempt at it.
It is at this point Lethys manifests over the two of them, closer to the ground, light beaconing against the dark clouds above.
"Disband," he tells them both, voice echoing to both of the Creatures and to none of the now-frightened villagers below. "You are to return to our Temple," he decrees to Laetes, and then turns to Sweetheart. "You..."
In their words.
"Home!" he instructs.
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She stretches one arm out to drop a horse in front of Laetes, freeing up a paw to point at her own chest.
A crack of thunder and lightning and the whole world goes white hot--
Sweetheart irritably staggers back and ruffles her flaming fur down. Did he...no, there was thunder. That was the storm. She's just tall. This isn't the first time it's happened. The rain is taking care of the fire she can't reach along her spine, too.
She crouches and goes back to pointing at herself.
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"Go!" he intructs Laetes. A Leash snaps between Laetes and the Temple, and Laetes turns in complete obedience and goes. No questions, no debate. There is no look behind. There is no check on Sweetheart's condition. Like a trained pawn, he simply switches off, turns, and goes.
Lightning flashes a little more distantly behind Lethys hovering above the bubble, and this time his command is more indignant.
"I carry orders from Monzun," he explains authoritatively. "Return home."
He cannot fathom how he could possibly make this clearer.
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She's never heeded another god's command before. If anything, she'd made points to ignore what she could comprehend.
But Lethys is not fighting.
But Monzun is not here.
One eye narrows, perhaps protecting from the rain as she looks up again. "...Why?"
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"Go!" he tries again. If he does not carry out Monzun's desires --
"Sweet," he tries, "-heart." Lethys tries out the wording, two words that he has never put together before. "Monzun commands it."
His symbol hovers, overly-intent.
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The use of her name jolts her. She starts to move, albeit slowly--and if she was a more bad-tempered Creature, perhaps she would kick at the Village she is picking through so carefully. But she is not, and she keeps her eyes on the buildings even as her ears swivel back to aim where Lethys hovers while she complains and questions further: "Why why why? Lethys? Why? Why?"
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But she is moving, so that's a success. He could not move her if she didn't want to be moved. He flits away quickly in case his presence distracts her from the task.
His symbol settles over a high point of the mountains, glittering. He maintains his Shield, though he finds he isn't certain how long his defenses will hold. It is his worshippers against Monzun's storm-power. Like before.
He is, at least, very visible. He is not making any attempts to take advantage of Monzun's... distraction. He wants to make this clear.
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... Mostly can't hurt. The storm is moving along in the same direction she is. Sweetheart stays crouched, getting lots of quizzical looks from humans brave enough to watch the weather from their windows.
Monzun is barely paying attention. Sweetheart was damaged, perhaps their own fault at urging Lethys on. They cannot care right now. They can heal her. After.
They fixate on staring across the sea.
Calm. Plan, if not calm.
There are other Lands, supposedly. Nemesis --
Khazar didn't seem overly attached to the Land he was battling over. If he was forced there, chased --
...They suspect he arose from another.
The rain clouds slowly drift over the water, sending the waves into a frothy mess.
Could they just...go? Streak across until they find another one? Missionaries had traveled in their name to somewhere, hadn't they?
Monzun is tempted to try.