Parabola
Divided Loyalties Librarian
- Location
- The Destination of Fate
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- She/Her
Well, now I'm thinking it was some kind of (metahuman-optional) Leviathan cult.
Project Prometheus (Original Setting Superhero Quest)
- Pronouns
- He/Him
There's been a reference to them before.
SolarGemX
The Crystalized Sun
- Location
- Somewhere in the Cosmos
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- He/Him
....you know? It surprises me it took what 466 pages before someone mentioned a potential cult in a superhero setting. And im kinda dissapointed we took so long.
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- He/Him
Cult?! What slander! You will hear from the lawyers of the adherents of the Looming God who came to purify this wretched world!
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- He/Him
I mean, Towarri's bio in the op called the Philosophers a cult.
SolarGemX
The Crystalized Sun
- Location
- Somewhere in the Cosmos
- Pronouns
- He/Him
....huh... touche.
SolarGemX
The Crystalized Sun
- Location
- Somewhere in the Cosmos
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Add anothing potential thing in the pile... hopefully they arwnt in Horizon at the moment...
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- He/Him
No, JU defeated them. Most of them ended up in Wonder . . . land . . .
Parabola
Divided Loyalties Librarian
- Location
- The Destination of Fate
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- She/Her
Cults are the most acceptable targets there are, when it comes to roaming bands of
Fiddlesticks...
EternalObserver
eYe Gaze baCk
- Location
- The Void
I mean, Towarri's former group was straight up called a military cult.
Also while it is subject to change by Bitterman, one of my Ambrosia candidates I posted not that long ago is the daughter of a cult member. What sort of cult it is, who knows.
Parabola
Divided Loyalties Librarian
- Location
- The Destination of Fate
- Pronouns
- She/Her
...It'd be just as funny as it would be exasperating if some of the escaped Supplicants came up to the Apiary to join, believing in Crusade's propaganda that Valiant Silver was totally behind the Leviathan waking up.
"Our message got through to her, in the end!!"
"Our message got through to her, in the end!!"
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- He/Him
You could argue that LPP's power makes his group a cult of personality as well.
I mean, we've seen there's a collective unconsciousness/psychic field. It's entirely possible that powers are actively shaped by human thoughts and beliefs. Which is how you get stuff like Heracles, who's Invulnerability doesn't make sense physics wise, but fits neatly into how humans think of things.
And this is part of why you don't just have one prison! Spread them out!
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- He/Him
Man I wish we could have asked what Monarch did with the Catch 22's inside Wonderland.
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- He/Him
Random curiosity: Nora always phrased her psychic/metahuman research in terms of "minds", never "souls", right?
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- He/Him
Unless she was being poetic, yeah.
In Which a Prayer is Answered — spiderhellian (canon)
In Which a Prayer is Answered
All those years, Xavier swore he could still hear It singing. But you weren't sure you believed him.
You still stuck by him, of course. This was Wonderland. No place to be by yourself, and not even safe as part of a larger group. The Supplicants were more loyal to each other than most -- a product of having One to be loyal to, who loomed above all else -- and you weren't going to risk your place with a little doubt.
But there were nights where the World did feel very far away. Where it was as if you had fallen down a rabbithole, and into some strange underworld. Where no matter how much you prayed, that infinitely powerful God you worshipped felt infinitely far away.
Then your prayers were answered, and you realized in an instant It was not far away at all.
It was a moment of shock. And confusion. And pain, that ever-present accompaniment to life in Wonderland.
Even as the sudden impact of being returned to the world faded, your bewilderment grew and grew.
You knew not what had happened. You knew not what would come next. All you knew was that you had been saved, and all you could do was pray.
Eventually, you rose, to help your comrades with what had to be done. You weren't going to be left behind now. The world was messier than when you left it, the deeds a little darker, but for all that every breath seemed easier. It was a real air you were breathing, and you could still feel the Looming God's touch each time you did.
Until word came that what happened was The Movement, and your breath was stolen, and you fell to your knees once more.
Days passed. And then weeks. Months.
You wondered, sometimes, if this was what Ọsanyìn felt like. Many compared themself to that first and foremost of heroes, but usually to brag about their power, or intelligence, or wealth. You felt a different connection to him now. Had he once reached out, seeking something more? How had he felt when he grasped it, and embraced it? And been embraced by it in turn?
Not that the Looming God had embraced you yet. Alas. But you now knew, incontrovertibly, that the hallowed form beyond you, beyond your city, beyond your Planet... it could. And it would.
Oh, you had always believed. But now you knew.
The world felt firmer for it. The work was easier, and the days blurred by. You felt yourself settling into a new routine, strange as it was. A routine that consisted of patrols, and tasks, and the occasional afternoon propped up on a couch watching the television.
(Television! A wonder so many took for granted. But you never would again.)
You flipped the channel, and paused at a stream of Ọsanyìn's Christmas festivities. You didn't really want to watch it, but it was decent enough to have on in the background as you checked your phone, and responded to Xavier's latest message.
Some of those blind fools' more elaborate theatrics caught your attention. Valiant Red, White, and Blue? Looming God take us all, did they have any taste? Which meant when the performance continued to a crescendo, you were fully gripped.
"The Movement was her doing."
And the world dropped out beneath you again.
Now you found yourself looking at the Apiary. It took a few favours and a few lies to find the time and the security to get here. But you needed to. You needed to.
This place was her doing, as well. If not the structure, at least what it meant.
You remembered hating her, for a time. For quite a long time, actually. But that felt so far distant now. The part of your brain that had burned with that fire felt cleansed, much as your God had and would cleanse the world. Fitting.
Now, you weren't sure how you felt. Was it envy, that for all your supplications only hers had been answered? Delight, that your foe had seen the truth? Sorrow, that you might never know what made a prayer work?
It was that confusion that suffused you, and paused your approach to the Apiary. Now you stood, and looked at it, as tears leaked from your eyes.
Until a strong arm patted you on the shoulder, and a rough voice spoke in a kindly manner. "Sir, are you okay? Are you looking for a ref-- a resident?"
You opened your mouth to respond, but your words were choked with a sob.
The man at your side seemed to smile -- as best as you could make out with your vision blurred -- and gestured to the building as he said, "Do you want to come inside?"
You took a deep, shuddering breath, before you replied, "No. I just-- I just wanted to say thank you. For giving me hope."
You weren't sure why Rhys was whistling a jaunty tune as he took his seat in the afternoon meeting, but he was actually pretty good. Not that you'd encourage him by saying that.
He stopped it as he sat -- thankfully -- but he was still beaming. Looking at you, he exclaimed, "Y'know, I think we're really making a difference here! Bringing back people's faith! I just had the most inspiring conversation..."
All those years, Xavier swore he could still hear It singing. But you weren't sure you believed him.
You still stuck by him, of course. This was Wonderland. No place to be by yourself, and not even safe as part of a larger group. The Supplicants were more loyal to each other than most -- a product of having One to be loyal to, who loomed above all else -- and you weren't going to risk your place with a little doubt.
But there were nights where the World did feel very far away. Where it was as if you had fallen down a rabbithole, and into some strange underworld. Where no matter how much you prayed, that infinitely powerful God you worshipped felt infinitely far away.
Then your prayers were answered, and you realized in an instant It was not far away at all.
It was a moment of shock. And confusion. And pain, that ever-present accompaniment to life in Wonderland.
Even as the sudden impact of being returned to the world faded, your bewilderment grew and grew.
You knew not what had happened. You knew not what would come next. All you knew was that you had been saved, and all you could do was pray.
Eventually, you rose, to help your comrades with what had to be done. You weren't going to be left behind now. The world was messier than when you left it, the deeds a little darker, but for all that every breath seemed easier. It was a real air you were breathing, and you could still feel the Looming God's touch each time you did.
Until word came that what happened was The Movement, and your breath was stolen, and you fell to your knees once more.
Days passed. And then weeks. Months.
You wondered, sometimes, if this was what Ọsanyìn felt like. Many compared themself to that first and foremost of heroes, but usually to brag about their power, or intelligence, or wealth. You felt a different connection to him now. Had he once reached out, seeking something more? How had he felt when he grasped it, and embraced it? And been embraced by it in turn?
Not that the Looming God had embraced you yet. Alas. But you now knew, incontrovertibly, that the hallowed form beyond you, beyond your city, beyond your Planet... it could. And it would.
Oh, you had always believed. But now you knew.
The world felt firmer for it. The work was easier, and the days blurred by. You felt yourself settling into a new routine, strange as it was. A routine that consisted of patrols, and tasks, and the occasional afternoon propped up on a couch watching the television.
(Television! A wonder so many took for granted. But you never would again.)
You flipped the channel, and paused at a stream of Ọsanyìn's Christmas festivities. You didn't really want to watch it, but it was decent enough to have on in the background as you checked your phone, and responded to Xavier's latest message.
Some of those blind fools' more elaborate theatrics caught your attention. Valiant Red, White, and Blue? Looming God take us all, did they have any taste? Which meant when the performance continued to a crescendo, you were fully gripped.
"The Movement was her doing."
And the world dropped out beneath you again.
Now you found yourself looking at the Apiary. It took a few favours and a few lies to find the time and the security to get here. But you needed to. You needed to.
This place was her doing, as well. If not the structure, at least what it meant.
You remembered hating her, for a time. For quite a long time, actually. But that felt so far distant now. The part of your brain that had burned with that fire felt cleansed, much as your God had and would cleanse the world. Fitting.
Now, you weren't sure how you felt. Was it envy, that for all your supplications only hers had been answered? Delight, that your foe had seen the truth? Sorrow, that you might never know what made a prayer work?
It was that confusion that suffused you, and paused your approach to the Apiary. Now you stood, and looked at it, as tears leaked from your eyes.
Until a strong arm patted you on the shoulder, and a rough voice spoke in a kindly manner. "Sir, are you okay? Are you looking for a ref-- a resident?"
You opened your mouth to respond, but your words were choked with a sob.
The man at your side seemed to smile -- as best as you could make out with your vision blurred -- and gestured to the building as he said, "Do you want to come inside?"
You took a deep, shuddering breath, before you replied, "No. I just-- I just wanted to say thank you. For giving me hope."
You weren't sure why Rhys was whistling a jaunty tune as he took his seat in the afternoon meeting, but he was actually pretty good. Not that you'd encourage him by saying that.
He stopped it as he sat -- thankfully -- but he was still beaming. Looking at you, he exclaimed, "Y'know, I think we're really making a difference here! Bringing back people's faith! I just had the most inspiring conversation..."
I love this idea.
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daedalus725
Kell of Kells, godking of Planet X
- Location
- Daedalus crater, The moon
We in an age of streaming so prerecorded can be suspicious
The who did what after what
Oh no do they have a in with Hollywood
Son of bitch
He could be anyone he could be you he could be me
- Pronouns
- He/Him
How high pitched was the italicized part of this?
- Location
- United States
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Seeing this vote in hindsight, I sort of wish that there was an option to just hit the big red button of Module: Dynamite for shits and giggles. I don't think many would vote for it and I'm certain it would be very out of character for Ellie but on the other hand, it's also very funny to imagine her immediately hitting it in dangerous situations.
Tiny Tales 0.01 — Barondoctor
Barondoctor
The things I chase come to me.
- Location
- The other side of the mirror
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
Tiny Tales 0.01
It was a lovely morning in Horizon.
You were a horrible goose.
You may have been a horrible goose, but it was still a memorial to the fallen. To disrupt the speakers wouldn't just be horrible, it would probably be the thing that got you cooked. An individual aware of your doings was one thing, but so far your ability to influence others to treat you like a regular goose was limited to one individual aware of your shenanigans at a time.
You began walking through the Apiary and noticed Scarlet Maturity, all thirteen feet of him, arms laden with stuffed animals and a funnel cake in one hand. He would periodically go to play a game, put down his toys, and then go between the cake and the games.
Scarlet Maturity didn't just want to be the best, he wanted everybody to know it. The proof, as they say, was in the plushies. You dragged the bag behind the counter out of his sight and at the end of the game he started looking for them and you grabbed the funnel cake!
Scarlet Maturity didn't understand why his funnel cake was gone, but then realized he could just get another funnel cake.
A/N: Yes. That goose.
It was a lovely morning in Horizon.
You were a horrible goose.
TO DO:
- Steal a funnel cake from Scarlet Maturity
- Photobomb Stockpile
- Destroy Justice Unlimited's budget
- Steal a funnel cake from Scarlet Maturity
- Photobomb Stockpile
- Destroy Justice Unlimited's budget
You may have been a horrible goose, but it was still a memorial to the fallen. To disrupt the speakers wouldn't just be horrible, it would probably be the thing that got you cooked. An individual aware of your doings was one thing, but so far your ability to influence others to treat you like a regular goose was limited to one individual aware of your shenanigans at a time.
You began walking through the Apiary and noticed Scarlet Maturity, all thirteen feet of him, arms laden with stuffed animals and a funnel cake in one hand. He would periodically go to play a game, put down his toys, and then go between the cake and the games.
DC 10.
Stat Check: ESPIONAGE 6. Horrible Goose has ESPIONAGE 4
You rolled: 8.
8 - 1 + 5 (Just A Goose) = 13 Success!
Stat Check: ESPIONAGE 6. Horrible Goose has ESPIONAGE 4
You rolled: 8.
8 - 1 + 5 (Just A Goose) = 13 Success!
Scarlet Maturity didn't just want to be the best, he wanted everybody to know it. The proof, as they say, was in the plushies. You dragged the bag behind the counter out of his sight and at the end of the game he started looking for them and you grabbed the funnel cake!
Scarlet Maturity didn't understand why his funnel cake was gone, but then realized he could just get another funnel cake.
Age: HONK
Keywords: Only A Goose, Flight, Mental Manipulation
Stats: Hit 1, Espionage 4, Reputation 2, Operations 8
Chaucer's Notes: We initially believed a stray goose had gotten into the Apiary during the Memorial, but further review of the security footage revealed a cunning intellect and an appetite for mischief.
Lady Leizi's Notes: I've heard of this creature. I'd believed she preferred the English countryside, but if she's here...
Keywords: Only A Goose, Flight, Mental Manipulation
Stats: Hit 1, Espionage 4, Reputation 2, Operations 8
Chaucer's Notes: We initially believed a stray goose had gotten into the Apiary during the Memorial, but further review of the security footage revealed a cunning intellect and an appetite for mischief.
Lady Leizi's Notes: I've heard of this creature. I'd believed she preferred the English countryside, but if she's here...
A/N: Yes. That goose.
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Parabola
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You are this quest's fastest and strongest omake soldier.
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Wait, was Vulcan, an Algernon type, being a furry a joke about furries in STEM being super geniuses who invent incredible new tech on the daily?
Kermie
ON HIATUS - SORRY
- Location
- Away.
- Pronouns
- Any
We've reached peak. It can't get better than this. Every other Omake writer, pack it up, game's finished.