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>>4505424

Welcome all, to another Teen Titans Quest! Setting in the world of DC, specifically the Teen Titan’s universe abet AU. This story will at occasion take beats from the source material but will otherwise be its own unique experience. Thus we won’t be limited by just the cliff notes and regulations of the canon dynamics. That said, you’ll be playing as a pivotal character that depending on your actions can be a hero, villain, or in between.

We’ll be using a die system that honestly clicked with me when composing this game from another quest for a simpler experience.

Die Rules
>Everyone can roll once per die chain, the three/four best rolls will be taken.
>Roll 2d100 unless specifically asked otherwise
>The first die determines whose roll gets picked (lowest gets priority)
>The second die is your actual check (Note: The first die can still influence any outside elements pending on the roll)
>A bonus will be granted if several players succeed in the dc check. The higher the succession, the grander the bonus.
>Crits are Nat 1 for failure and 100 for succession. (a 99, matching or paired rolls may net you an additional bonus)
>Bonuses are outside factors that commonly appear as happenstance or phenomenon. Usually, they'll change the course of the current situation/predicament, typically to your favor based on the result of the roll. They operate out of your succession and/or failure.
>Bonuses only provide opportunity or second chances. They do not flat out override the results of the roll.
>Each vote generally has one roll, but if multiple actions are made or multiple votes are stack, additional roll checks will be given on a case on case basis on complexity.

General Rules
>Write-in is always encouraged, be it dialogue or action, but will be left to my judgment to tweak to better fit Sarena's character/story narrative
>If a vote doesn't negatively contradict with each other and/or is a close enough tie, I may end up using both in the next story post.
>Rules may be subjected to change at any time
>Remember to have fun

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>>4505427

Rising like a shooting star you traveled high into the night sky. In mere moments you find yourself leaving not only your hometown but soon your planet altogether. Quickly breaking through the multitude of levels within the atmosphere did you soon reach the boundless atmosphere that is space. Upon entering the deep reaches of space did you find yourself meeting with an unforeseen problem. In mid concertation you found yourselves making some sloppy mistakes in applying the necessary amount of protection from space. Because of that you soon found yourself suddenly hit with the full brunt of the myriad of energy and radiation coursing through the reaches of space.

Hit with the overabundant sources of energy and heat, especially that of electromagnetic energy and cosmic rays immediately broke your mana shield. Leaving you fully exposed to it as well as the entire environment of space. It was enough to knock you completely out of your course towards the oasis as you went spinning out of control in your magic-induce light-speed travel. Not even given the time to reflect on your situation, it all but seems inevitable that you would succumb to decompression. And yet even now you refused to give out and accept your fate. Instead, you took a leap of faith and tried once more to call out the words in your time of need.

“Pleroma!”

Upon saying those words a miracle took place. The exposure of cosmic energy and radiation triggered the cells within your body. The power that lied dormant inside manages to spark the remnants that once constantly courses through your body. Re-invigorating them as a cesspool of quintessence force as it overflows from within. Brimming with vigor your cells, the biological energy, and electrical signals residing within you skyrocket in lieu of your crisis. Causing what appears to a colossal draconic avatar to manifest around you. A formless mass of energy densely compact as it tapped into the immortal and immutable manifestation of the universal force of life and passion.

Forcing this aspect out of you causes you to suddenly blackout as the heightened state of elevation took all of your strength. Causing the draconic ghost avatar to recede while your body continues to produce the aureoles, allowing sustainment in the endless vacuum of outer space. Although not intended, it seems your travels into space were upon the right track towards the necessary steps to return to what you once were. As you drift within the darkness for who knows how long, a massive spaceship would come into the distance. Emitting a green tractor beam, it safely snatches you from your continuous drifting.

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>>4505454

Eventually, you would come to find yourself slowly awakening from your long slumber. Groggy and worn out from the experience, your eyes dart around to assess your surroundings. Currently, you are within a dark room, oddly depicted like that of a mix between a prison cell and a zoo exhibit. Sci-fi tropes aside you find your current quarters to be rather...quaint if not a bit demeaning despite their adequate commendations. But you soon found yourself singing a different toon as you find yourself noticing your choice of clothing.

Currently dining a bikini-style costume consisting of a golden brass fastened over the neck and behind the back with string. In addition, you wore a brass thong g-string panty, leather boots, and red flowing veils attached to the front and back of the panty. Arms currently cuffed together in matching golden bracers style handcuffs that covered the entirety of your hands as they extend to your forearms. Around your neck was a choker collar, complete with metallic chains that oddly fit with the multitude of jewelry put upon your body. Even your auburn brunette hair was currently tied in a rather long ponytail, further selling the image of an amazon slave.

“Mmph?! Hrrm?! Mnghngnn!!!” You scream, noticing the muzzle gas mask around your face. It seems whoever captured you managed to do their homework as you find yourself unable to cast any spells or magic words in your current predicament.

>Attempt to break out of your prison through brute force with the cuffs and your legs
>Keep calm and try to look around your surroundings to see if anyone else is inside among gathering information
>Try to get into a meditational stance and astral project yourself out of your body to see what’s going on
>Subtly test how much you can use your powers as you wait for your captor to come to you
>Write-in

(Results were from the previous rolls and no, you haven't fully returned, much less ascended. You just hazily unlocked a large piece of the puzzle.)

>Quintessence Force Unlocked (Potential for Absolute Life-Force [Currently at Enhanced]

>>4505466
>>Try to get into a meditational stance and astral project yourself out of your body to see what’s going on

Oh dear

>>4505479
Seconding this. Well, we're off to an...interesting start.

>>4505466
>Attempt to break out of your prison through brute force with the cuffs and your legs

>>4505505
You're on the same ship where Starfire is emprisoned and being transferred to the capital. This is taking place two weeks before they would make their trip to the solar system and earth.

>>4505507
Supporting this

>>4505479
>>4505507
>>4505505
>>4505762
Give me 3d100 this time.

Rolled 25, 77, 40 = 142 (3d100)

>>4505848

Rolled 63, 40, 96 = 199 (3d100)

>>4505848

Rolled 55, 20, 67 = 142 (3d100)

>>4505848

>>4505848

Just moments ago you were floundering in the endless vacuum of space desperately trying to keep yourself from dying before blacking out. Now here you stood currently chained in scantly clad clothing within a zoo-like prison. Thankfully there was a strong semblance of mystical energy emitting from your gear that served as a sufficient tracker. Choosing to ignore your current predicament, you instead focus on the bigger picture. You didn’t know where you are nor how far you bounced from your trip to one of the cosmic oasis in space. You weren’t even sure if you were still within the solar system of the earth. Hopefully, you were still in the milky way galaxy.

For now, you set your eyes on your current tools of restrainment. Immediately you try to exert your strength to break out of your bonds. Even if you didn’t have the phenomenal supernatural of physical prowess akin to that of a Leviathan, you were still a powerhouse in your own right. Pushing the absolute limits of peak performance, you violently flex and twist your arms in an attempt to break the bonds. Unfortunately in your valiant efforts, you find yourself unable to break out of the restraints. Not for a lack of trying mind you. But you could tell that these cuffs were made to handle the truly herculean levels of superhuman strength.

The gauntlet-like manacles were remarkably sturdy, possibly made out of some unusual variation of tungsten steel. Having now met a steep roadblock you averted your gaze to your muzzle gag. It was made out of the same material but it has its own specific functions as you notice the circuitry from the side. Now it was obvious to you that your restraints are clearly high-tech alien gear. On a good day, you would be rather curious about the alien culture and all of its inner workings. Unfortunately, that wasn’t one of those days as you lunge directly towards the see-through giant window.

Slamming your arm restraints against the window you were met with a large knockback. It was strong enough to cause a strong ringing vibration, reverberating constantly against your body. Pushing beyond that you went back to slamming your hands against the window. For added measurement, you began throwing kicks in between your thrashing. You were far past the point of dealing with any indecency or fanservice from your actions. They can look for all you care if it came at the cost of breaking free. It was better than actually letting yourself being put into alien slavery like a captured Arabian dancer or worse concubine.

>>4506753

Hitting the hard surface blow by blow was causing the glass to wiggle from your tussling. Likewise, the manacles were starting to show signs of being dented from your constant banging. Either the prison door was going to break or your bindings will give out. A case of the ultimate shield vs the ultimate spear. To your luck, it seems that it was the densely thick window that was to give out from all your constant pounding. Cracks began forming around the surface with each hard slam formulates deeper cracks. Until finally, with one anger-filled kick, you forced the window out several feet.

Unaware of the glowing hue of your blue eye, you took a moment to catch your breath under your muzzle gag. Of course, you didn’t give yourself much time to recover. The guards will probably check to see what was causing that racket. Stepping out of your prison cell, you drop down into taking a meditative stance. Hoping with all your heart that being outside of the cell would allow your mystical powers to come full force. Once again your faith was to be rewarded upon your Astral projection attempt. Instead of usually popping out of your body, in your haste, you found yourself subconsciously pulling off what Ice Kate can do with her Astral form.

Manifesting the astral powers of the phantom force manages to anchor your astral form into your physical body. Achieving a form of hybridization as you retain flesh & blood semblance while in your astral form. More than that, your astral appearance carried the same ghostly dragon presence you partook in your finest hour. Adrenaline was clearly pushing your body into recalling what it previously experiences to replicate the same conditions to invoke these dormant powers. Whatever the case, you start to fly towards the walls, phasing through its structure as you look around your surroundings.

>Look to find your gear and grab it before attempting to leave the spaceship
>Continue assessing your surroundings as you eventually come across a giant metal door
>Find somewhere to hide and attempt to try and send a distress signal
>Head towards the main control panel and take control of the ship by force
>Seek to free all of the aliens with your astral powers and lead a revolt
>Write-in

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>>4506755
What the manacles look like. And in case anyone didn't figure it out when they first appeared. Kid Kold and Ice Kate are the Teen Titans versions of Captain Cold and Golden Glider. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Golden_Glider#Powers_and_abilities What you did just now was applied the same soul self/phoenix force astral avatar onto your physical form, achieving a hybridization of ghosting while remaining flesh and blood. The 96, made you tap further into that same cosmic radiation/energy that triggered your quintessence force. So your spiritual self is closer to that of what you once was, but currently a mere dragon than the actual leviathan.

https://powerlisting.fandom.com/wiki/Ghost_Dragon_Physiology

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>>4506766
And muzzle gag

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>>4506755
>>Look to find your gear and grab it before attempting to leave the spaceship
Lewd

>>4506755
>>Seek to free all of the aliens with your astral powers and lead a revolt

>>4506753
>Look to find your gear and grab it before attempting to leave the spaceship
>Seek to free all of the aliens with your astral powers and lead a revolt

Second one is probably going to bite us in the butt someday, but screw it; if these jerks had the gall to just make us eye candy without at least formally telling us, they deserve what's coming to 'em.

>>4506755
>>Look to find your gear and grab it before attempting to leave the spaceship
>>Continue assessing your surroundings as you eventually come across a giant metal door

>>4507871
Supporting this

>>4507871
This

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>>4506890
>>4507153
>>4507569
>>4507871
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>>4507928
Okay looks like we're busting out starfire and grabbing your stuff before causing a riot. Nice. Anyway, give me 2d100 like normal.

Rolled 14, 14 = 28 (2d100)

>>4507970

Rolled 97, 21 = 118 (2d100)

>>4507970

Rolled 68, 37 = 105 (2d100)

>>4507970

Rolled 10, 90 = 100 (2d100)

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>>4508088

Rolled 24, 27 = 51 (2d100)

>>4507970
Here comes the nat 1

Rolled 74, 100 = 174 (2d100)

>>4507970
Here goes

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>>4508206
Either we befriend the fuck out of Space Amazon (Tamaraneans are basically Amazons meet Vikings) or we're pulling off the biggest jailbreak possible. Maybe both

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>>4508206
>100

Oh yeah, this place is straight up FUCKED now.

>Sarena: And that's how I conquered my captors, and became God Empress of the universe, despite not having my god powers at the time.
>Robin: ....What in the actual fu--
>Sarena: Oh, also, I got you some alien girlfriends; apparently you somehow managed to get a reputation far into the reaches of space.
>Robin: Ah...ahahaha...yeah...imagine that--
>Starfire and Blackfire: Hiii, Robin~
>Robin: Ooooh shit...
>Sarena: Oh? You know each other?
>Robin: Look, you had your mini series, I had mine. There was a bit of bending of space and time involved, and honestly, it was a convoluted mess.
>Starfire: I'll say! What kind of boyfriend leaves his girlfriends without saying goodbye? *Pout*
>Blackfire: Now, now, we both know he's the type that's more than willing to make it up to us--- :CRASH: ...He's running! <3
>Starfire: Oh Robin, how did you know we wanted to chase you down and drag you into bed screaming? <3
>Sarena: Uhhhh...
>Starfire: It involves cuddling.
>Blackfire: Intense cuddling.

Just wanted to post this to give you an idea of your growing Villain Gallery

>Doctor Light (Arthur Light) & the Fearsome Five [Shimmer (Selinda Flinders), Psimon (Dr. Simon Jones, Neutron (Nat Tryon), Calculator (Noah Kuttler) and Gentleman Ghost (Jim Craddock)]
>Killer Frost (Louise Lincoln, [from Ice Kate and Kid Kold]) & Magenta ( Frances Kane)
>Dark Angel (Galatea version of Donna Troy)
>Superwoman (Sarina Rosenfield, Galatea version of Superwoman from Earth 3, your parallel clone)
>Übermensch [Uberfraulein] (Paula von Gunther)
>Captain Calamity [Formerally Gargoyle] (Xena Rose)
>Mr. ESPer [Formerally the original Captain] (Mister Esper)
>Ravager (Grant Wilson & Rose Wilson)
>Maxima
>Cheshire (Jade Nguyen)
>Abra Kadabra (Citizen Abra)
>Mister Twister/Gargoyle 2.0 (Bromwell Stikk as an alias but true name is Mephistopheles)
>Garganta (Professor Zool [Using the other half of the Doris backstory that got overlook in the Justice League Cartoon by having a superpower genius transferring their brain into the strongest creature which is in this iteration the king of Zealandia's primordial creatures, so King Kong meets The Hulk])
>Professor Ivo and his various androids [Amazo, Indigo, Matrix, https://teentitans.fandom.com/wiki/White_Monster, etc]
>Queen Bee (Zazzala)

Also posting the updated Hive kids since Jinx isn't apart of the team a replacement was needed.

The H.I.V.E. Academy/H.A.E.Y.P. (short for "H.I.V.E. Academy for Extraordinary Young People")

>Prima (Ashley Rayburn) - Leader/Mastermind
>Mammoth (Baran Flinders) - The Muscle/The Brute
>Gizmo (Mikron O'Jeneus) - The Tactician/The Hacker & Gadget Guy
>Sargent H.I.V.E. (James Jacob "Jim" Harper) - Second In Command/The Partner In Crime & Driver
>Billy Numerous (William Billy Strayer) - The One Man Army/The Conman & Distraction
>Kyd Wykkyd (Edward Llwyd) - The Assailant/The Burglar
>See-More (Seymour Robertson) - The Scout/The Coordinator & Fixer

>>4507970

Although you currently were encasing yourself in astral energy, it seems that through the construct you were able to utilize your powers. Now it didn’t take away the fact that underneath you was still bound and restrained by the manacles among other bindings. At the moment it was a perfect workaround to your current predicament. The muzzle gag kept you from using your magic through words while the manacles restrained all other attempts. If nothing else for a complete stranger, they were well prepared in stopping a myriad of your current abilities. Again, you couldn’t help but wish that you held your leviathan prowess or the Pleroma.

Keeping yourself from beating yourself up, you instead focused on what you can do currently. Traveling in astral form meant that you're incorporeal while your current hybridization kept your physical body secure. To make yourself invisible would take more energy than normal with your transparent appearance. But for now, you settled on conserving energy and chose to scour through the hallways. Phasing through any sort of wall or another form of obstruction you met along the way. All while keeping yourself locked to the signature of where you believe your stuff was located. In between this, you took attentive care of your surroundings.

To your shock and sympathy, you saw that you weren’t the only one currently stored away like contraband. Like you there seems to be a multitude of different creatures currently captured in the same prisoned box. Seeing this all but confirm your suspicions about being stuck in some sort of slave adduction spaceship. Aliens of various shapes and sizes each were contained all the same. Immediately it blew your mind on the matter of just how unusual space really is. Once again hiding home that you weren’t the only sentient creatures running around in the milky way. Not that you would have much time to reflect as you maintain your path towards the storage center.

Traveling for a short burst quickly leads you towards the holding cell. Surrounded by various high tech equipment and other valuables, you focused your eyes to the left. Lying against a golden chest was your special brooch. Unsurprisingly your clothing teleported inside the accessory once pulled off from your body. Luckily from what you can tell so did your supplies as everything you brought with you retreated into the brooch’s hammerspace. Carefully with the utmost grace, you maneuver towards it. Avoiding triggering any sort of alarm, you pulled the accessory back onto you. With a loud click, the brooch nestles itself around your neck, overtaking the choker chains.

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>>4509851

With your gear obtained the only thing you had to do was escape from the transport spaceship. In your current astral form, you believed that you would be able to handle the endless vacuum of space with no problem. After all, it’s what you initially attempted upon doing by making a mystical aura around yourself. But upon reflection, you find yourself met with a difficult problem. Escaping for you was simple, but it came at the cost of abandoning everyone else here. How could you call yourself a hero if you were to turn your back on these prisoners? It was just impossible for you to do as your conscience overtook the logical portion of your brain.

Resolved to save everyone, you soon took a meditation stance. Rather than letting your anger overtake you and force a miracle like how you initially gained your powers, you choose to be clear as a mirror and still as water. Relaxing your eyes and tempering your righteous fury, you soon began emitting a calm and serene aura. Balancing your passion with your composure gave birth to a state of tranquil fury. Eyes shifting to that of the leviathan, it briefly awakened under the guise of your ethereal dragon spirit. Although it was an echo of the real thing, it was enough to alleviate you upon your achieved enlightened state.

Closing your eyes and meditating, you eventually visualize yourself on top of a rainbow bridge. Composed entirely of thick aureola boreal or aurora for short, it was unfathomably sturdy as it was enriched in cosmic mysticism. Surrounded in a spatial background resembling the entire universe, standing on the other end of the endless bridge was a colossal avatar of yourself. In her hands was a gigantic ball, resembling that of a planetary star. It radiant like the sun but it was also peaceful like the moon upon its irradiance/reflectance. The sign that even without Shekhinah and Tiamat, or even the Pleroma that serves as the bridge between the Abyss and the Absolute, there is still a strong duality deep within.

Walking forward in confidence while keeping humility brought you towards the giant embodiment of your soul. Without even thinking about it for a single moment, you made your way to the gigantic star. Seeing it from close was met with a truly breathtaking sight. The cosmic energies that surround everything, the essence of life coursing through existence, all manner of forces that govern reality made itself known to you. It seems the ubiquitous, metaphysical energy source of the cosmos in that single moment was enough to trigger some relapse. A semblance of the ultimatum of power, now coursing inside of you.

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>>4509852

And it's with that connection you came to realize that you were already within the cosmic ocean...mentally and spiritually. Physically it was still another story but the coordinates to a cosmic oasis were burned into your mind, along with the means to get there. With no hesitation or doubts, you plunge yourself slowly into the giant orb. Through subtly making contact with the aspect, you soon find yourself undergoing Ātman in both Hinduism and Buddhism. Slowly opening your eyes, you find yourself back at the storage room, currently levitating in a place like a certain raven themed heroine.

Coursing with the flux of energy as it manifests as an astral construct in the form of a gigantic dragon. By taking a deep breath within your muzzle gag, you condense the ubiquitous, metaphysical energy into your physical body. Influencing your physical and biological properties, the cosmic and astral essence began intertwining in harmony. Producing a new mystical radiance around you as you emit powerful aureoles. Keeping the energy inside stimulated and cultivated your mass and structure. Causing your musculoskeletal system‘s mass and structure to bulk up and swell your proportions and density to increase exponentially.

Empowered by the mystical spirituality of the Ātman, you calmly disburse the astral form into your body. With another deep breath, you flex your arms, tearing through the manacles. Cuffing your now free hands, you soon took off the muzzle, keeping it sashed around your collarbone. Taking one more breath before closing your eyes, you smoothly phased through your surroundings once again. This time you find yourself ended up in a massively plated room. Inside the room you find yourself staring at a sleeping girl. Orange skin, reddish hair, clothed in blackish full-body armor which blended the silvery-white manacles.

Choosing the remarkably tall alien girl as your first, you casually attempt to liberate her from her bindings. Emitting the same astral energy from your fingertips causes a teal aura to form. Upon making contact with the aura, the bindings became incorporeal, easily phasing through the flesh and bones. Pulling them away from the sleeping girl successfully liberated her as you would hope. Unfortunately, it also alerted the sleeping princess as she immediately opened her eyes. Being met with her glowing green irises, you were suddenly slammed against the metal door, neck held tightly by the alien’s toned elbow.

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>>4509853

“-----------------------------------------------” The red-haired alien barks, practically snarling in fury as she held you tightly against the door. Unsurprisingly you couldn’t understand a single word she said. But judging from her growls and harsh tone, she was absolutely livid. That said, you couldn’t help but look in awe at her phenomenal strength.

Aside from your mentor Orana you honestly believed yourself to be the strongest person around. Which wasn’t wrong since the only other people who were as strong if not stronger physically was amplified by the power of Pleroma. Anamaria Draculea being the most notorious example. But standing in front of you currently pinning you to the door was a spitting example of monstrous strength. Fueled by her righteous fury, the orange-skinned alien provided to be an excellent viewpoint to how others felt when handling your leviathan prowess. Although you now elevated yourself through the Ātman, you were left wondering if you could match her overwhelming raw strength through quintessence amplified strength. If it really came down to it.

>Try to use your words and body language to convenience the Tamaranean that you mean no harm and want to help her escape
>Try to possess the Tamaranean and share your thoughts and feelings with her through the possession
>Bolster your strength and commit to roughhousing in order to make the Tamaranean princess calm down and listen to you through force
>Free yourself from the Tamaranean’s grip and leave her to her own devices as you focus on saving the others.
aureoles

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>>4508088
>>4508206
>>4507980
>>4508079
Okay, so why you haven't tapped into the Pleroma, nor established the connection between Shikhina and Tiamat, your literal breakout session is going to unrattled the sleeping power lying inside and achieve Ātman which is basically the "innermost essence of each individual" or "the supreme universal self." for enlightenment sake.

In simple terms, while you're no leviathan physically, your on your way to housing the spiritual form with your cosmic/astral powers and inner essence. But it's still in its infancy and limited by your physical body since you're still only a regular human/mortal. Unless you commit to fighting as a soul, you're going to need to buffer your body up big time to start really tapping into your true potential.

https://powerlisting.fandom.com/wiki/Higher_Consciousness
https://powerlisting.fandom.com/wiki/Enlightenment
https://powerlisting.fandom.com/wiki/Ghost_Dragon_Physiology
https://powerlisting.fandom.com/wiki/Astral_Manipulation

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>>4509867
https://powerlisting.fandom.com/wiki/Cosmic_Water_Manipulation Forgot this

>>4509855
>Try to use your words and body language to convenience the Tamaranean that you mean no harm and want to help her escape

We aren't exactly in the position to overpower her, and I doubt whatever we do to boost our power is going to be enough.

Oh, and possession would just leave the entirely wrong idea if it failed.

>>4509855
>>Try to use your words and body language to convenience the Tamaranean that you mean no harm and want to help her escape

>>4509855
>Try to use your words and body language to convenience the Tamaranean that you mean no harm and want to help her escape

>>4509882
>>4510376
>>4510425
Alright, just give me one more 2d100 to see how well you can converse to Starfire.

Rolled 12, 1 = 13 (2d100)

>>4510748

Rolled 56, 36 = 92 (2d100)

>>4510748
In before we roll 69s constantly, and this becomes an R rated fanfic.

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>>4510766
Ha ha ha ooohhhh shiiiiit.

>Pic might as well be what we said to her

>>4510766
Well shit. We dead

>>4510780
Eh, I'd say comically smacked across the ship; in pain, but alive.

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>>4510766
Yeah, you're going to end up saying the equivalent of "Your family is dead and I'm glad your race got schooled by these invaders you filthy -insert Tamaranean slur here-" among other words. So Starfire is gonna be uber pissed.

That said, give me a 3d100 this time for what happens next.

>>4510785
Looney toon shit like that is gonna happen like that yeah.

Rolled 2, 31, 85 = 118 (3d100)

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Rolled 92, 32, 66 = 190 (3d100)

>>4510792

aaaaaaAAAHHHHH---

Rolled 56, 50, 63 = 169 (3d100)

>>4510792

Rolled 80, 47, 61 = 188 (3d100)

>>4510792

Rolled 47, 6, 35 = 88 (3d100)

>>4510792

Rolled 19, 33, 83 = 135 (3d100)

>>4510792

>>4510792

Like hell, you’re going to try and pick a fight with the interstellar warrior princess. Judging from the radiant ferocity of her presence and sheer intensity emitting from her body made you shiver. It was as if the auburn-haired woman was a walking star, specifically that of the sun itself. It was clear to you that she’s someone not worth trifling with. Even if you were back to your previous self as a leviathan demihuman you’d find yourself coming shortly to your intimidator. Only your transformations as Sophia or Levia could prove to be a match for this berserk alien prisoner. Alas, you didn’t have either of them, so diplomacy would have to do.

“Look, I'm on your side. I'm not here looking for trouble. I mean you no harm. Like you, I’m one of the prisoners in this spaceship. I managed to escape on my own due to my signature powers. The very same powers I used to remove your bindings. Again, I’m not your enemy. Just someone looking to help free everyone in this spaceship instead of leaving on my own. So please, calm down and let me go. Afterward, we can work together to liberate everyone else and get out of here.” Through a series of different hand gestures and facial expressions, you attempt to speak to the alien via body language.

Although sci-fi has betrayed your expectations believing English to be the universal language in the galaxy, you still put your faith in body language being that alternative. To further illustrate your point you carefully at slowed speeds pull out the muzzle mask. Had you not left the manacles behind it’ll help in proving your case. Despite that, the auburn-haired alien suddenly releases her elbow from your throat. Immediately you drop to the floor, wheezing heavily as you stroke your throat. Naturally, you feel relieved at you managing to get through to her. As you rose from the floor you were met with the opposite reaction.

Tears formed from the orange-skinned alien, surprisingly appearing crystal white despite the orange glowing hue from her pupils. A look of immense sadness and misery blanket the alien. Almost as if someone had told her that her parents and/or other loved ones are dead. Only to then say the meanest and most horrible of things to her out of pure spite. You didn’t need a universal translator to read the room. Before you could say anything to her, her face soon twisted into a rageful scowl. Grinding her teeth to the point of resembling a feline’s sharp dentures, the alien warrior quickly gave in to her righteous fury...and into a berserker frenzy.

“____________” Starfire screams, swiftly punching you in the face with tremendous force. The concussive force and kinetic energy generated from the blow was enough to leave you stunned as you slammed deep into the metal door.

>>4511289

“Nghghg…” You moaned. Blood immediately dropped from the side of your head, blurring your vision as you tried to get your bearings in order. Unfortunately, you were soon met with a swift knee into the stomach, forcing to disgorge violently as clear liquid and stomach bile came out your mouth.

Not giving you any time to recover, the orange-skinned alien thoroughly pummels you against the metal door. Looking to kill two birds with one stone, she viciously punched you in rapid motion. Throwing some kicks and some savage headbutting, the orange-skinned alien demonstrated the sheer ferocity and brutality of her people’s barbarian style martial arts. Even having fortified your body to your current level it crumbled effortlessly against her onslaught of attacks. Thankfully so too did the giant metal door as it gradually unhides itself. With one final punch, the orange-skinned alien sends both you and the giant door flying across to the other end of the hall.

Slamming against the door in a massive thud, you jerk violently in the air, almost resembling ragdoll physics as you soon fall to the ground. Eyes getting relatively heavy you find yourself soon blacking out from the immense pain. While she didn’t break any bones or left you with severe injuries, you still felt yourself getting beaten within an inch of your life. If nothing else, even in her violent outburst she was still relatively merciful. The only thing you’d hear was the sounds of the Gordanians, currently fighting against the Tamaranean princess. Not that it mattered but from the sounds of it, they were losing pretty badly.

Once again you felt yourself in familiar territory. Honestly, it was a feeling you once had forgotten since your run-in with Dr. Arthur Light. Like him, you were pushed to the brink of your life. Not quite dead but secretly wishing on some grounds that it happened. And like that time you strongly want to live. Festering in a sea of emotions, your body jumpstarts itself immediately just before you completely passed out. Still remaining in perfect synchronization with your Ātman, your eyes began to change. Resembling the same draconic/serpentine appearance you once took as Levia, the remnants of your exposure to the great deep...has fully awakened.

Mixing with the repertoire of your astral energy both in the stellar and spiritual variety produced a cosmic presence upon you. Pulling yourself from the ground you feel your mind practically on the verge of unhinging from the previous spectacle. Now completely fueled by your own essence, that overwhelming raw power that gave birth to the ridiculous specs and presence was now running amuck inside of you. Nearly undergoing a berserker frenzy yourself, you struggled to pull yourself back together. Easier said than done as without the pleroma nor the guidance of the divine souls inside, your own body began overflowing with the escalating emotions.

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>>4511290

Turning your infuriating cesspool of emotions into power, your body abruptly bulks up in ferocious fashion. Unlike with your previous strengthening and fortification method, this was more what you came accustomed to as your amazonian appearance was becoming more monstrous. In the several months since your awakening as Pantheona, your body continuously cultivated and stockpiled the insurmountable essence that the Pleroma carried.

Every cell holding a memory of your former self, constantly updating it to the latest version prior to your current depowered state. Housing the energy as well as its power inside for safe storage in case it needed to be used again. Exposure to the various energy residing in space (stellar, solar, ultraviolet, etc) reawakening it in the form of the quintessence force coursing through you. But only being pushed within an inch of your life, hitting your absolute limit, it was enough to rustle the latent ability. Reawakening the essence in savage fashion. Even without the pleroma nor the presence of the goddess, you were still the leviathan.

Crackling immensely with life and energy, it was now more than apparent that it was all your strength. Nothing more or less. But like a double-edged sword, so too came its downsides and weaknesses. Even as your body fully restores yourself, healing at remarkable speed from the overflowing quintessence, your physical body was creaking from the immense pressure and overall raw power exerting from you. Mentally on the other hand you feel yourself becoming more primeval and savage, not unlike the Tamaranean princess currently. If you weren’t careful, you honestly see yourself losing to the cosmic passion residing deep inside.

Having neither the nature nor nurture of a real leviathan, it was utmost clear this abrupt state was pushing the boundaries of your humanity in its extremity.

>Try to keep yourself as calm as your leviathan berserker state can achieve and attempt once again to make amends and reason with Starfire
>Let yourself go loose and give in to the remnant of leviathan essence inside you to nurture its nature into becoming a true leviathan
>Come to a compromise by lashing out against your captors and using your leviathan power to free the prisoners before attempting to restrain Starfire
>Expull the remnant of leviathan essence from your body and fully commit yourself to be human
>Write-in

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If it wasn't clear enough, the rolls you made ultimately decide a strong enough relapse and draw out the remnant of the powers of the leviathan and the Pleroma, now running completely on your body's natural energies and mystic properties. So it's a pale comparison to the Galatic Angel of Retrobution, nor do you have a body capable of fully handling it in its extremity without any recoil unlike when you were a leviathan demihuman. But nevertheless, congratulations. You have essentially your own One for All. Taking a dip in the cosmic oasis and/or regaining your demihuman status can rectify that.

https://powerlisting.fandom.com/wiki/Maximum_Bodily_Capacity https://powerlisting.fandom.com/wiki/Energized_Body

>>4511292
>Let yourself go loose and give in to the remnant of leviathan essence inside you to nurture its nature into becoming a true leviathan

>>4511292
>Let yourself go loose and give in to the remnant of leviathan essence inside you to nurture its nature into becoming a true leviathan

Let it not be said that we didn't try diplomacy.

>>4511292
>Let yourself go loose and give in to the remnants of leviathan essence inside you to nurture its nature into becoming a true leviathan

The time for talking is over. Now is the time for rampaging

>>4511396
>>4511410
>>4511411
Yeah, you guys can give me another 3d100. I'm going to still be using the previous rolls here >>4507970 for the breakout portion, but this will tie into your vote.

Rolled 29, 61, 27 = 117 (3d100)

>>4511414
:Autistic Leviathan screeching here:

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Rolled 76, 9, 65 = 150 (3d100)

>>4511414
RAMPAGE TIME

Rolled 91, 20, 30 = 141 (3d100)

>>4511414

>>4511439
>>4511425
>>4511417

https://youtu.be/GIufkLyJuMM

"I was trying to be nice, you know? Help out a fellow captive and all that. But what do I get? A beating. So you know what?"

:45

"You wanna dance, WE'LL DANCE!"

Rolled 98, 39, 44 = 181 (3d100)

>>4511414

Rolled 76, 33, 15 = 124 (3d100)

>>4511414

Rolled 22, 61, 56 = 139 (3d100)

>>4511414

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>>4511439
With all those doubles alongside your rolls, I can say without a certain of a doubt that you succeeded in reviving the leviathan within you and returning to demihuman status. Unfortunately, you haven't gotten a full grip on yourself so now you're currently regressed into that of a barbarian barbie.

At the very least, there's a cosmic oasis shortcut back in Zealandia if you choose to want to go back home or just have Starfire fly you there if you want space adventures still.

At least the abilities you retained in your previous state as a leviathan returned in bulk.

>>4512251

Whelp, looks like I was wrong; this is where we say this:
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>>4511449
>>4507970

Aw, screw it. You weren’t going to let yourself take this lying down. Here you are previously trying to help a captured alien princess, and what did you get out of it? A beating from out of nowhere. Chances are that you may have said something that you shouldn’t to her. More so when it was something you didn’t intend to say to her face. Then again, how could you have known that?! You were well out of your comfort zone, a big fish now swimming in the cosmic ocean. It’s only natural that you wouldn’t know the language or what exactly what your actions would be perceived as.

It didn’t matter to you anymore. None of it did. You’re rightfully pissed off and now you wanted some retribution over your treatment. The aliens who kidnapped you, and the one who pushed you into this enraged state. Both of them were well on their way for a good beating. Besides, if anger and vengeance were enough to trigger your ascension, then surely undergoing it again would produce the same result. With that in mind, you stopped yourself from holding back the sleeping lion, specifically leviathan in this case. Choosing to relinquish yourself fully to your violent impulses and passionate urges brought forth a complete relapse inside of you.

Sprouting claws from your fingernails, talons from your bare feet, and elongated canines mark the transition into your former demihuman state. The primal instinct was coming in full swing, bringing forth a plethora of strength and power coursing through you. Once again it wasn’t on par with the insurmountable pleroma, in light of that a boundless cesspool manages to form, shaping itself into a bottomless pit, carrying all sorts of ramifications. Pleroma or not, you were shaping up to becoming a true substitute in every sense of the word. Proving yourself as well as to everyone just why you are fit to be the next Galatic Angel of Retribution.

Willing to bring out your wild side, your physical appearance bulks up and increases substantially in order to return you back to form. Even your hair became just as wild as a lion’s mane, becoming fuller and voluminous while retaining its free-flowing savagery. As for your body, you were considerably larger in height and muscularity. Upon losing your power and connection you shrank to that of five feet and ten inches. The mass you developed from routine training allowed you to remain at peak physique and performance instead of fully returning to the shortstack you once was.

>>4512448

Now you immediately shot back up to your comfortable six foot and two inches prior to your depowered state. Your physical form returned to the primeval prowess and its innate properties commonly found within the mythical beast of legend. Unfortunately, in your rage, your mind has now regressed to that of the savage beast. Not that you are self-aware enough to truly understand the consequences of forcing your body to replicate if not fully restored your former abilities and attributes. For now, you took to satisfying your unyielding fury as you violently stomp across the floor.

“GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!” You bellow fiercely, causing the entity of the ship to tremble violently from your constant oscillations vibrating and stimulating her muscles. The tremendous force was enough to shatter the glass prison that kept all of the imprisoned aliens contained.

Leaping in a single bound, your body jettisons forwardly towards the giant containment cell where you were previously flung from. Along the way several of the Gordanians, sturdy reptilian-like humanoids with bluish-green skin, golden fins with wings, and reddish eyes. If you weren’t so filled to the brim with overflowing rage and power you’d probably comment on how they resemble the creature from the black lagoon. Unsurprisingly they try to stop you with their high-tech tridents. To their dismay, the beams callously bounced off from your body. At best it only made you angry as you let out another roar.

Had it been you from a couple of minutes ago, it’d went far differently as you were still only a mere human. Right now however through being passionately pissed off did you return to your demihuman status. Abet more ferocious and unhinged as you merely tackle the Gordanians instead of phasing through them with the phantom force. But that wouldn’t satisfy your ravenous craving for retribution, thus you resort to thoroughly inflict the same kind of thrashing done to you. By at least tenfold as the Gordanian guards, unfortunately, found out upon receiving a swift punch and kick to the face.

Even going as far as to sprout a serpentine tail and draconic wings for more attacking options, you brutally continue your ferocious conquest of the ship. In tandem, the Tamaranean warrior princess was causing havoc of her own in the other end of the wing. With her newfound freedom, she effortlessly liberated the others and took vengeance on her captors. It was truly a small world as the two of you tore through the Gordanian forces with intense ferocity. Between the two forces running amuck and the freed prisoners each hijacking the escape pods to freedom, it seems the once impressive imperial force was crumbling lickety-split like a glasshouse.

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>>4512449

Miserable little wench, I don’t know how you got out of your cell. But you’re going to be put back in there in stitches once I’m done with you. You Will ]be transported into the citadel where you will live the rest of your days as our slave, just like the others. Including the Shrieker and Locrix we’ve acquired upon our conquest of their lands.” Lord Trogaar declares, pulling out his trusty advanced scepter. "But I will give you a moment to regret your foolishness."

“No, it is you will regret the day you tried to conquer my home planet of Tamaran. I’ll make you face retribution for the destruction of our landscape, the death of my people, including that of my parents along with my enslavement! Not even that accursed slave tamer you sent after me in my cell could bring me down, just like with the Psions, we Tamaranean never back down from an enemy. Nor do we ever yield for our tenacious nature keeps us strong.” Koriand'r declares, manifesting shades of greenish ultraviolet energy known as starbolts from her fingertips.

“Bah! Don’t compare those quacks with the mighty Gordanians. Just because you and your sister obtained your new powers as well as giving the means for the rest of the Tamaraneans to do so, it doesn’t change the fact that you’re beneath us. “ Lord Trogaar snarks, momentarily snapping his mind as he realizes the word “Slave Tamer”. “What preposterous nonsense are you talking about girl? Our tamers are stationed at the citadel.”

“You lie! While I was sleeping one of your scantily clad tamers tried to restrain me further and place the restraining muzzle with the built-in universal translator device upon me. But not before saying some truly hurtful and malicious things to me. Including threatening to kill my remaining family and K'Norfk along with the mass genocide of my people. Just like with my parents!” Koriand'r retort, finding herself on the verge of tears while festering in her rage.

Trogaar looked at the warrior princess, dumbfounded by what she was saying as it didn’t make a lick of sense to him. But on closer reflection, he realizes the strange human girl that he abducted from space could be the cause. Confirming his suspicions you arrived immediately, holding two of the many Gordanians you pummeled to an inch of their life in your hands. Callously dropping them on the ground as you stared viciously at the two. Becoming a leviathan demihuman again you could pick up on the entire conversation between the two. Strangely you can understand them as if they were speaking English.

Unfortunately, you were still fully enraged as you stare immensely at Princess Koriand'r.

>Work together with Starfire to take out Trogaar before resuming retribution on her
>Apologize to Starfire in between lashing out at her and forcing her to give you an apology
>Focus your attention on Starfire and smash her through the window to take your fight outside in space
>Let them fight it out while you take on the winner
>Write-in

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>>4512461

Also wanted to point out that Tamaraneans don't need to kiss others to trigger their Linguistic Assimilation as mere touch or passing graze is enough. So if you were hoping Starfire would kiss you to learn English, too bad. Also, I'm pretty sure everyone here doesn't want to cuck Robin anyway.

But that's not all that Starfire gained from making contact with the walking cosmic ocean fountain. https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Tamaraneans

>>4512461
>Work together with Starfire to take out Trogaar before resuming retribution on her

I think we have juuust enough cognitive ability to recognize him as the asshat who imprisoned us. Probably still pissed at her despite her sad story.

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>>4512473
The Shrieker and Locrix in question.

https://teentitans.fandom.com/wiki/Shrieker
https://teentitans.fandom.com/wiki/Locrix

And to clarify further, yes I'm taking the nuclear pyrokinesis from the comics and the Thermal/Solar Manipulation from the Live-Action Titans as apart of Starfire's augmented arsenal thanks to you as her ascension. So in addition to radiation, she has legitimate fire powers and not an illusion/cosmetic like in the early comics.

It's also a nice contrast to your water in this rivalry/sisterhood.

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>>4512482
Also, I can't help but think in terms of an editorial mindset that from a business standpoint you're a substitute for Wonder Girk (Both Donna Troy and Cassie Sandsmark) as well as Mary Marvel/Thunder till they get the legal rights to use them later in the story. Though perhaps the Nubia to Donna's Diana would be more accurate. Especially with Superwoman on the horizon. Only Jewish instead of black.

>Pantheon? ...I have to admit we...didn't meet under the best circumstances. I had just witnessed my parents murdered before me along with a good portion of my people, and being imprisoned by the same beings who murdered them did NOTHING to alleviate that, as you can imagine. Next thing I know, some scantily clad slave tamer is in my face, ranting about how she's going to brutally murder what remains of my family and people! So yeah, I'm more than a little a little pissed off at this point! ...Though, looking back, it was obvious she was trying to help me, and relay to me that she was on my side, though seeing as I couldn't really understand her at the time...yeeaaahhh. I pretty just punch her straight across the ship, and, for lack of eloquence, proceed to go apeshit on my captors. Oh, if only I knew what I had unleashed...then again...:a smug smile crosses her face:...I probably wouldn't have the best rival/workout partner I could ask for.

>>4512461
>>Apologize to Starfire in between lashing out at her and forcing her to give you an apology
>>4512473
I was hoping she'll kiss as to express her feelings.

>>4512478
>>4512777
Yeah these two sound like something Sarena would do to worth combining them.

Anyway, give me 2d100

Rolled 91, 50 = 141 (2d100)

>>4512831

Rolled 46, 77 = 123 (2d100)

>>4512859

Rolled 63, 19 = 82 (2d100)

>>4512831

>>4512831

Rage was clouding what remaining brain processing ability you have as your cognitive functions gradually drop from your forceful reawakening. When considering that you were purely tapping into the primordial prowess of the first mythical creature in existence, it’s to be expected that your brainy mindset would inverse to being pure brawny instead. Simplistic and emotional, it was a recipe for disaster, especially with your juggernaut physique, prowess, and overall power. This was only befitting the leviathan since they are the one that commands all seas, including the cosmic ocean.

Honestly, if you weren’t a notorious gym bunny, practically addicted to your own overflowing power, willingly letting yourself get overwhelmed by it even. Your current predicament would be far more damning than it actually is. Having gone through several weeks without it, you can safely say just how much you missed this quivering feeling. The sensational strength, the perfervid/passional power, and the hulking hypertrophy, all three working in unison to produce this breathtaking experience. Brimming with powerful vitality and quintessence force, your body naturally contained it in all of its stupendous extremity. Effectively returning to its extremely resilient and adaptive properties & characteristics.

Again, you couldn’t help but eternally grateful to yourself for letting go and embracing this phenomenal presence. Sure, you were now as smart as the busty bimbo you pretended yourself as Stacie Sulman. But the prodigious power coursing through you along with the supernatural charisma and eloquence was deeply integrated to you. You couldn’t see yourself truly being complete without your ridiculous specs and overwhelming presence. If that means descended into becoming a barbarous barbie then so be it. Worrying about the consequences and ramifications was for nerds anyway.

Clenching your fist, flexing your muscles, and tightening your body, you began to bulk up further. At this point, your teeth were as jagged as that of a great white shark. An intense heat befitting of the unbelievable passionate flames left you relatively fervent if not feverishly as well. A flame-like aura emitted from your body, crackling in tune with your pulsating body and ripening muscles. The ground trembles against your imposing pressure, escalating to your rage. A seven nation army couldn’t hold you back from taking vengeance. Through a spring in your step, you lung forward towards your prey.

>>4513656

Bracing herself for an attack, Princess Koriand'r sharply anticipates your method of ambush. To her surprise, you chose to go after Lord Trogaar instead. Before the green skin reptilian alien could react, you delivered a stunning blow at his abdomen. Forcing the prison ship ruler to stagger and winced from the heavy blow. But you didn’t give him a single inch as you began whaling into his thick hide. Despite being incredibly pissed at the warrior princess, you were self-aware enough to know she was just as much of a victim as you. Besides, if it wasn’t for Lord Trogaar then you wouldn’t have received such a beating anyway.

Compared to the warrior alien princess, Lord Trogaar was far weaker in the superhuman condition. Heck, you argued that you could take him on when you were still a regular human. Sure a good portion of it was most likely due to warrior’s fury augmenting her already impressive prowess. But even without it you were convinced he’d still be a pushover compared to Princess Koriand'r. Not that it matters as you took your time humiliating your captor. A swift backhand to the face, then a sweep kick to the side, followed by grabbing his arm and twisting it violently. Only to then slam him against the ground left and right like a ragdoll.

Quickly attempting to bounce back from the savage beating, Lord Troggar reached over to use his scepter and blast you directly in the face. To which you merely tank the blast, catching it in your teeth before blasting him back with boiling cosmic water. Knocking him against the wall the prison ship leader struggles to pick himself up. Once again invoking the power of his weapon to pelt you with a volley of energy bullets. Picking up on your attentions, and personally seeing enough for herself, Princess Koriand'r finally chose to make a move. Flicking her wrist, she fires her volley of starbolts, intercepting and blocking Lord Troggar’s attack completely. Firing just one more to knock him flat on his behind.

The two of you stare intently at one another, not showing any weakness in the slightest. Eerily in synch with one another, both of you raise your hand right as Lord Troggar once again pulls himself from the ground. The combined blast of nuclear fire and cosmic water detonated completely, sending Lord Troggar flying against the glass window. Without slowing down in the slightest, both you and Princess Koriand’r resume pummeling Lord Troggar until he completely blacks out. Putting him at an inch of his life just as you were put since no matter how much you hated him, you couldn’t bring yourself to kill him. You weren’t a complete monster after all.

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>>4513659

Working in unison with the alien princess, the two of you rounded up the remaining Gordanians. Compiling them all together into one big ball, the two of you forcibly jettison the Gordanians into the deep reaches of space. Where they end up wasn’t a concern neither of you carried, nor did you feel any sympathy since they can breathe in space. With that only, you and Princess Koriand’r remain on the prison spaceship, exactly how you wanted it. Cooling down from her rage after getting her payback, the alien princess began to look more remorseful and ashamed over her actions. She clearly made a big mistake with her previous misconception.

Quickly grabbing Princess Koriand’r by the collar, you snarled at her as you held back the urge to go kingdom kong on her. “You, apologize now.” You screamed, your husky voice practically booming as it distorts the tone.

Looking at you for a moment, Princess Koriand’r suddenly kisses you by the lips. This was enough to stun you for a moment by the gesture. Embracing those lips made those feelings all the more apparent to you as she holds you for a good minute. There wasn’t any romance or sexuality in the kiss, but the passion of her feelings burned like that of the rising sun. If you didn’t lose your first kiss years ago in high school or even had your recent kiss stolen from you by Mr. ESPer/Captain Calamity, you’d probably be infuriated rather than just flustered. Pulling from your lips, Princess Kornad’r took a second to clear her throat.

“I’m sorry. It seems that I misunderstood you. Your actions contradict those means words your bodily movements exclaimed from our previous encounter. Leaving me to feel rather confused and...remorseful now that I’m not consumed with the warrior’s madness born from my festering rage over what has happened. That kiss confirmed to me that you aren’t a bad person.” Princess Koriand’r explains, doing her people’s varation of an apology with a bow. “My name is Princess Koriand;r, second princess of Tamaran. I hope to rectify our previous meeting and be more positive.”

>Let her off with just one of your strongest punches before letting go of your rage
>Demand that she takes the same amount of punishment that you underwent for you to be truly even
>Have the Princess take responsibility for all of this by accompanying you on your journey instead of hitting her
>Brush it off and proceed to leave to cool off in solitude.
>Write-in

And where do you go next?

>Continue taking the path towards the cosmic oasis
>Head back to earth to Zealandia in order to tame your inner beast and return to normal
>Take a trip to Themyscira to regain your connection to the goddesses of order and chaos
>Other [write-in]

>>4513671
>Have the Princess take responsibility for all of this by accompanying you on your journey instead of hitting her
>Continue taking the path towards the cosmic oasis


"Tch. And here I was ready to clobber ya. If yer' really feelin' apologetic, ya can tag along with me in ta' space; maybe act as a guide or somethin'?"

I feel like this barbarian/brute version of us is our answer to Joe Fixit, aka the Gray Hulk.

>>4513671
>Demand that she takes the same amount of punishment that you underwent for you to be truly even, including the kiss
>Ask the Princess to accompanying you on your journey
>Continue taking the path towards the cosmic oasis

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>>4513725
>>4514119
Yeah going to have to move this along by doing both of these. Give me a 3d100 this time for your trip to the cosmic oasis since Starfire can fly Faster Than Light speeds.

Rolled 89, 54, 56 = 199 (3d100)

>>4514165

Rolled 20, 52, 69 = 141 (3d100)

>>4514165

>>4514165

“Tch.” Clicking your teeth in annoyance, you adverted your eyes from Princess Koriand’r. There was a deep ambiance of animosities surging from you, stimulating the primal fury from within. Your blood was still boiling and your muscles steems with your festering rage. No matter how apologetic she was, you didn’t want to forgive her just like that. The leviathan within you wouldn’t allow you to abolish your rage without retribution.

Listening in on the conversation between the warrior princess and the prison ship ruler gave you a keen idea of what happened to her. Although part of you was sympathetic over the bad hand that she was dealt with, it didn’t change the fact you got made into a punching bag. Sure it ended up triggering the prerequisite to returning you back to leviathan status, but it didn’t take away your sharp decline in intelligence and the physical pain you went through. The galactic angel of retribution required her tribute and nothing in this galaxy, nay even this universe was going to keep you from achieving that goal.

Instead of taking Princess Koriand’r’s hand, you instead pull her by her collar. Once again lifting her off her feet and getting straight in her face. “Became dumber because of you. Abwuptly forcing myself to reawaken my super cool former leviathan powerz after unfair beating from you. Dankz to thwart me became uber strong, strongest there is, but dumb like a bwick, built like one too. Me hav, like, enough cognitive ability like that of neanderthal. Or bwusty barbie bimbo, either-or.” You growl, feeling rather conflicted upon returning to form while glaring intensely at the orange-skinned alien. Again, you understood where she was coming from but anger and resentment were keeping you from letting it slide.

“...You’re right. It would be too much to ask you to dissolve your hostility towards me, especially how harsh I’ve been towards you. Not only where you put in the same position, but you also chose to instead try to save me instead of running away when you had the chance.” Princess Korinad’r laments, turning her head in shame as she thinks back to her guardian. “Instead, all I did was refusing to show what your people call kindness. In my home we don’t have such things, the closest would be weakness. And I didn’t want to show that….never again. Not after my own sister sold me into slavery to end the war.”

>>4514179

“Grrack! Stop, yah're, like whatevs, making me sympathizing with yah. Me don't want to totaly do dat! At least not right now. Al Me want totaly are retribution. Thi only way us can be actuali col iz ya taking, like whatevs, thi absolutely same punishment dat me underwent. From wearing scantly so clad clothing to totaly taking a literaly beating, me won't be satisfied lesz ya soo pay everything in fold. Yez, dat includez totaly kising me. me don't, like, particularly swing dat way.” You snapped, almost causing the alien princess to squeak in response to your harsh, barbarous tendencies. At this stage, you were more a hulkish she brutes heightened by roid rage than just bubbly bimbo barbie.

“Yes, that’s only fair. It isn’t like I can go home after this. It would make the treaty null and void and only invite further tragedy to Tamaran. So, do whatever you must to appease yourself of your fury.” Princess Koriand’r reflects, slowly nodding before closing her eyes. Only to soon lift her finger to try and correct a misconception about the kiss. “Also, us Tamaraneans can learn any language from other lifeforms through physical contact, a kiss is just more fun for us to do so.”

Hearing her give you the okay to insinuate your retribution, you immediately drop the alien princess onto her feet. Clinching your fist tightly, flexing your biceps and triceps in anticipation, you soon deliver a powerful punch directly onto Princess Koriand’r’s abdomen. Exerting the exact amount of force you received onto her, Princess Korinad’r nearly pukes the same liquid stomach acid. Following up with another punch, you uppercut the alien princess upwards before sending her flying to the other end of the ship. Leaping forward in a single bound, you immediately catch up to where Princess Koriand’r.

Landing abruptly against the alien’s stomach, slamming your feet against her hide, you proceed to slam your fist down onto Princess Koriand’r. Like she did with you, you choose to beat Princess Koriand;r into being within an inch of her life. You took no pleasure in doing this, even if it appealed to the festering rage coursing through you. What made it all the more satisfying was the fact that Princess Koriand’r refusing to fight back. Had she been a horrible person, it certainly would’ve made this ordeal a whole lot easier on you. Nevertheless, you continued to fulfill your retribution, if only to not dishonor her steadfast determination and steel resolve.

>>4514183

After what seemed like forever you eventually completed your relentless assault. Having dealt a continuous onslaught of brutish attacks, you were made well aware of just how sturdy and resilient the Tamaranean warrior princess truly was. You couldn’t help but acknowledge her tenacity and resolve as you held her by the arm like some sort of turnip. You on the other hand resemble some sort doomsday inspired juggernaut, towering over her with your hulkish frame. Slowly pulling the fading orange-skinned woman towards you, you abruptly place a soft kissed upon her lips.

Upon exchanging fluids and tongue you held her face closely. Like with her there wasn’t any romantic intention, but what you gave for passion came into the quintessence force. Filling her to the brim in cosmic energy, Princess Koriand’r suddenly feels herself recovering from her beating. Not only was her wounds dissipating but her body was being fully restored. In addition, you were sharing power with the alien princess just like you are done with the rest of her team. The atman was a fortunate substitution to the Pleroma for you to pull this off without ramification. While it wasn’t nearly as infinite as the divine vestige, it was still bottomless due to your excessive exposure for months on end.

Parting your lips from Koriand’r, you gently dropped her to the floor before placing your hand on your wide hips. “Thare, now, like whatevs, we're even.”

>>4514189

“..I don’t understand, why did you undo the damages inflicted on me.” Princess Koriand’r asks, confused by your sudden act of kindness as she assesses what happened to her. “Not only that but I’m brimming with energy. Far more than the experiment done to me and my sister.”

“As basicly sorta upset az me is, like, with u, me can't bwing myself to be um okee with baesicly harming u just to baesicly get my retribution. Especialy when yah're not even going to basicly fight back. As for why me gav u some of my power, it'z becauz me'm also gwateful to u. Me wuldn't hav totaly reawakened it withut yur asistance. So me'm only totaly paying my duez. In any caz, me forgiv ya.” You explained, walking over to the control panel of the ship.


“Thwat, and like, hearing what yah went dwugh and sooo hearing, like, what yah misunderstod fwom my actionz. ME'd honestly hav snaped and totaly reacted in dee absolutely exact same way. Stil, since ME'm like thiz, ya're going to hav to taek, like, responsilty until ME can return to my sorta original intelectual side. Acting as me guide...and workout partner.” Upon saying that, you offer your hand as a means of burying the hatchet.

“Understood.” Princess Koriand’r nods, taking your hand and shaking it, confirming the agreement. This was shaping up to be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

>Gather supplies and take to flying in space with Starfire leading you
>Request Starfire to take over the ship and navigate towards the cosmic oasis
>Take a power nap and trust Starfire to keep watch as you plan your next move
>write-in

(Continue with your rolls for >>4514165 in spite of the post-update. Also, Starfire is currently wearing >>4514165
)

Rolled 64, 43, 65 = 172 (3d100)

>>4514165
>Request Starfire to take over the ship and navigate towards the cosmic oasis

We might as well make use of the ship; we might even be able to get some training in as well on the way.

Rolled 99, 17, 78 = 194 (3d100)

>>4514191
>Request Starfire to take over the ship and navigate towards the cosmic oasis

Rolled 70, 88, 60 = 218 (3d100)

>>4514191
>>Request Starfire to take over the ship and navigate towards the cosmic oasis

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>>4514176
>>4514177
>>4514202
>>4514220
>>4514681
Yeah, it seems like your impending dip into the cosmic oasis well and your remnant of both the Pleroma and the Leviathan is sufficient enough to fill in the blanks and achieve ascension into demi-goddess status (due to your previous rolls on the matter in the last thread). Thanks for gathering enough of the various emanations to form the Aeon alongside the heightened Ātman. Although the only thing holding that transformation from fully coming into realization is your current primeval with the imbalance of chakra and meridians.

So you can either rectify that in a safe location (Savage Lands) once you get your barring or continue pressing forward to reclaim your Pleorma in the land closest to the gods, Themyscaria.

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>>4515003

After burying the hatchet between yourself and Princess Koriand’r, the two you soon took the necessary steps to fully accommodate the prison ship. It wasn’t like the Gordanians were going to use it, much less miss it. Then again, you couldn’t honestly give the utmost lowest amount of fucks about what they thought or felt. After all, they were the ones who kidnapped you with the full intention of making you into a slave in the citadel. Possibly with the full intent of making you act like some sort of stripping dancer or worse, a concubine or escort. Regardless if they saved you from drifting endlessly in space, that was a fate more preferable than being someone’s fucktoy.

The process of taking over the ship was simple for Princess Koriand’r whom you ended up calling Kory Anders for short with your limited intelligence. According to the warrior princess, the destination given to her would take roughly two whole months to reach. Three if you completely wanted to be casual about it. Her species was capable of traveling faster than light which would take exactly several hours to achieve. But it would drain Kory incredibly and require her recharging afterward for a good long while. Feeling like you’re getting all the time in the world, you took to taking things slow and steady.

Sure you wanted to regain what you lost and reconnect with Shekhina and Tiamat as soon as possible. However, your primal instincts and the remaining intuition as Sarena advised against being hasty. Surely your friends and loved ones could wait a little longer before you’d return to them. Especially since you didn’t want them seeing you as you are now. A hulking husky currently supremely swole, fitting for the leviathan as you were a walking juggernaut of calamity. Even if you kept your sex appeal as a bulky Brickhouse, you didn’t want to lose control at the slightest provocative and lash out in roid rage.

Upon agreeing with your decision, the two of you took to traveling the cosmos like one big road trip. Thankfully this trip gave you the perfect time to pull off some serious training. Although it has only been close to a month since you lost your initial powers, you couldn’t deny how rusty you became over losing the abilities you retained from your transformation into Sophia & Levia. Not only that but you have to account for new factors such as utilizing your own innate resources rather than relying on the pleroma to replenish you. It was clear as day how much the powers amplified by the pleroma and your own plethora of strength compared.

>>4515117

Not letting yourself get discouraged you merely pushed yourself further, appeasing the gym bunny and e-thot within you. Perhaps the best portion of your training was your daily spars with Kory. When the sweet and innocent girl got into the ring she was truly a breathtaking knockout. True to her words Kory was far stronger than she looks, at the base form she was already pushing into the class 100 ton group. Something that you have trouble struggling with in comparison to how casual the alien princess made it look. And this was all without being further bolstered by her emotions and/or the buffs given to her by yours truly.

But that only excited you further, arousing the primordial monstrosity that was overtaking your humanity. Each exchange of blows made you faster, tougher, stronger, sharper, etc. Your sheer resilience and tenacity as well as flexibility and adaptability were your best qualities. Allowing you to pace yourself as you gradually catch up with the warrior princess. It was so much better for you to fight a worthy opponent instead of smashing someone who didn’t fight back, retribution, or not. Before you knew it, you find yourself becoming one hell of a fighting fanatic as you continued embracing the leviathan side of yourself.

When you weren’t training with Kory or undergoing your lessons in your meditation state, you found yourself rounding supplies. Unlike Kory, you couldn’t exactly feed off on just radiation alone. In your leviathan state, your hunger escalated to abnormal levels. Maintaining your form required substantial amounts of nourishment and excessive calorie intake to keep you in prime peak performance. Developing a case of a unique metabolism to go with your ravenous hunger, keeping you from piling an enormous amount of weight and, reaching critical mass. Instead, it went towards replenishing your makeshift pleroma and adding more bulk to your musculoskeletal system.

Somehow before you knew it, you found yourself able to fully keeping up with Kory’s nine stomachs. All while not showing any adverse effects on your body as an extreme omnivore. Such was the benefit of being a world eater capable of consuming anything and everything. That said, supplies weren’t easy to come across just by hunting whatever space creature you could find in space. Because of that, you had to settle on making money through various means. All of which you were more than accustomed to as an e-thot. Funny how your space travels reinforce how much things change and how much things stay the same in the end.

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>>4515120

In addition to wanting to remodel and transform the ship into something that you can truly take pride in, your space trip to the cosmic oasis took almost three months instead of two. It couldn’t be helped, even with your restored supernatural charisma and eloquence back at full potency, it didn’t change the fact getting the resources took time. A part of the excuse was also due to your cognitive functions as being dumb as a brick meant you couldn’t use your magic properly. At best you could insulate the muscle wizard approach and bolster yourself with the necessary spell. But again, you didn’t mind the detours and slow burns. After all, it gave you the chance to become rather close as friends with Princess Koriand’r.

Eventually, your trip through the cosmos brought you towards your destination. It was a beautiful tropical paradise entranced by the space scenery. Surrounded by dwarf planets and stars, it really gave the place a sense of mysticism as you embark stepping on the beach. Accompanied by your travel guide and companion, the two of you trek through the jungles, reaching your destination. In no time at all, you and Kori were met with a sight for sore eyes. Right across the horizon was a cosmic oasis. Brimming with special water that continuously circulates in harmony as it seems to replenish itself endlessly.

>Bathe in the cosmic waters to rejuvenate yourself and mend the inefficiencies currently plaguing you.
>Try to consume the entirety of the oasis to replenish what you lost and ascend further
>Merely meditate under the cosmic waters to re-establish a connection to the cosmic forces of order and chaos
>Write-in

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>>4515003
I think most of us want to go to the Savage Lands after this anyway, 'cause DINOSAURS! Plus, it just seems thematic with our current state of mind.

>>4515234
Noted, but you gonna make your choice for the in-story option for the cosmic waters?

>>4515123
>Try to consume the entirety of the oasis to replenish what you loss and ascend further

>>4515123
>>Bathe in the cosmic waters to rejuvenate yourself and mend the inefficiencies currently plaguing you.
Time for BEACH episode.

>>4515269
Ah, sorry.

>Bathe in the cosmic waters to rejuvenate yourself and mend the inefficiencies currently plaguing you.

>>4515308
>>4515318
>>4515523
Looks like we got our options, Beach episode taking priority. No rolls for this since I'm still using the ones here >>4515003 for your transition. the golden girdle is active now and serving as the final piece to make your own Pleroma equivalent

Also posting the references to all my religious/techno jargan if anyone was still having trouble keeping up.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paramatman
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aeon
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emanationism
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pleroma
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C4%80tman_(Buddhism)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C4%80tman_(Hinduism)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anatman_(Hinduism)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anatta
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Firmament
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heaven_in_Judaism#:~:text=Shamayim%20is%20the%20dwelling%20place,abode%20of%20the%20righteous%20dead
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abyss_(religion)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tehom
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chaos_(cosmogony)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Primordial_waters

>>4515123
>Bathe in the cosmic waters to rejuvenate yourself and mend the inefficiencies currently plaguing you.

>>4515844
>>4516189


There was no doubt about it. This tropical haven was in fact what you were searching for in these past months. Practically coming out of some sort of science fiction mindscape, your mind was stuck in awe over the breathtaking scenery. They did say that reality was always stranger than fiction. And today proved that quote as you marvel over the sight. The cosmic presence, the enchanting allure, the mystic ambiance, never before did you find yourself basking in such sacred lands. Every fiber of your entire being was ushering you on to take a dip in the oasis. To soak up its essence, and most of all...return to what you once was.

Chances are you were going to enact on these strong primal urges. However, it was still your choice, not a directive that enslaved you to do its bidding. While not as sharp as you normally was, you weren’t as stupid as you currently appeared. Semblances of your keen wit were ever-present in both your sage-like wisdom and your heightened animalistic senses. Even while acting like the barbarian bimbo and enticing your inner thottery in the outer reaches of space, you were still fully aware of everything around you. Focusing on just the simple things while keeping what’s truly important. Your intuition has never betrayed you before so why start now.

“Kori, mre'm going to tak a dip into dee u nkow, cosmic waterz and hopefuly baesicly get my bearingz back in order. U're welcom to cume and basicly join me if yah'd like. Wudd probly be uh, sothing like a hot spwing after a hard trek dwugh dee jungle.” You offered, lightly smiling to her.

“Friend Sarena, are you sure that’s wise? You told me that the cosmic waters were something that can help you restore what you lost. At least, that’s what I assume with your….how you say, limited vocabulary?” Kori remarks, tilting her head in concerning confusion. Her face still lights up fondly at the call of her name in your human tongue.

“Either thiz so fixez me completely and totaly return me actuali back to absolutely normal while fuly mending any damagiez or faultz to my absolutely sorta artificial leviathan state. Or me regwesz, like, baesicly even further and become thi basicly real deal, only more beastly and basicly kinda barbaruz dan me alweady are. Me won't get, like, anywhere fewer me flip dat coin.” You muse, casually shrugging with a cheeky yet toothy smile. Earning a light chuckle from Kori from your joke.

“Can’t really argue with that. Well if my friend is willing to throw herself into the cosmic oasis and take a dip in its enchanting waters, then I shall gladly join her. The worst for me is either accumulating too much stellar energy and exploding in a glorious supernova. Or like you, I’ll regress to a primitive state, perhaps even becoming feline-like just like my ancestors. “ Kori explains, clenching her fist and making a bold and confident pose.

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>>4517132

“Baesicly Sea, like, dat'z thi spirit Kory. Beside, us're more then dwesed dee part.” You laugh, patting the orange-skinned alien on the back. Soon leading the way as the two of you start to walk towards the cosmic waters.

Between Kory’s monokini and your scantily-clad bikini top & veil wraps covering your g-string panties. It was clear that modesty was out the window especially with your brazen and showboaty mannerisms. Being reduced to your primeval state only made your exhibitionist mentality all the more salient. Therefore, it wasn’t all too shocking that you nonchalantly wore your former slave attire without issue. In your current case, however, it held more semblance with the cavewoman mindset than a mere exotic Arabian dancer. The hand wraps around your arms and legs further attest to the change as you went barefoot. Boots are lame anyway.

Throwing caution to the wind, you and Kory abruptly jump into the cosmic oasis like a couple of wacky hooligans. Upon jumping into the waters, making a massive splash in the process, both of you were immediately was swept by the celestial bodies of energy and radiation that the oasis produces. Seeping through your very pores, both you and Kory quickly soak in the insurmountable presence emitted from its enriching waters. You couldn’t find any words that could fully describe the wondrous sensation. Although cosmic would ironically fitting given the context as you began enjoying your swim.

Bathing in the cosmic oasis did exactly what you were looking for. Or so you hoped. Any and all impurities were being cleansed as the crease is being polished, cracks being patched up, holes being filled, etc. The genetic makeup and molecular structure were restoring itself, repairing the damages done from your hasty reawakening. Of course, you didn’t have any regrets over what you did, but you are grateful to hopefully finally stop talking like a dimwitted savage among the other assortment of inconveniences. Likewise, it seems the cosmic waters were having a similar positive effect on Kori as she basks in the water.

Within a timely manner, your physiology and biological characteristics gradually morph itself into resuming demihuman status. But as you bathe in the oasis and soak up its energy, the transition transcended the previous incarnation that you once was. Without any conscious effort, the hybridization between serpentine and draconic attributes and characteristics suddenly manifests over your body. From the ground up all of the leviathan’s properties were imbued over your frame. Sprouting thick leviathan scales for a hide, it was the first of many changes to your leviathan crafted body.

>>4517132

From your hands and feet to your pointy ears, your flesh morphs into resembling more of the leviathan’s the longer you bathe in the cosmic waters. Even going as far as to sprout a massive reptilian tail, packed to the brim with densely compact muscle tissues and scales. The entire process was as if you were being remade from the ground up. As if someone was breaking down your body into its purest essence, purifying it before reconstructing it into a malleable material. Clay was the first thing that came to mind as your body molded itself accordingly into its new pinnacle form. Becoming something that went beyond that of mere demihuman.

As you purr in response to the transition, a golden hue starts to emit from your body. Taking the silhouette of a girdle (corset + bustier), it emitted a powerful allure of divinity. Covering the third form of mysticism, this vestige gave way to awakening in light of your missing Pleroma. A golden aureoles forms around your back, bringing a faint glow to your natural skin color. Between your body’s metamorphosis into becoming a true monstrous embodiment of primordial chaos and order, the countless emanations of Aeons circulating from your constant exposure to the cosmic forces, and this sudden presence of a golden girdle in response to your Paramatman state, it was all but certain that paths were opening up in front of you.

>Fully embrace the primordial embodiment within yourself and re-establish your Aphros and/or Bythos, the personifications of foam and abyss (Titan Path)
>Soak up the entirety of the cosmic oasis and facture a pleroma of your own alongside reconnecting to the abyss and absolute (Colossus/Celestial Path)
>Awaken to the Golden Girdle of Gaea and ascend to the realm of the gods as humanity’s champion (Avatar/Culture Hero Path)
>Choose the harder path and attempt co-existence and harmonize with the triad of powers in order to maintain balance (Balancer Path/Will need to roll for this afterward since it's take all the above)

>>4517137
What are the important differences and consequences?

We was on the path of the belancer before this so maybe risk and roll is the best pick?

>>4517336
or reconnect to both the abyss and absolue

>>4517137
>>Choose the harder path and attempt co-existence and harmonize with the triad of powers in order to maintain balance (Balancer Path/Will need to roll for this afterward since it's take all the above)

>>4517137
>>Awaken to the Golden Girdle of Gaea and ascend to the realm of the gods as humanity’s champion (Avatar/Culture Hero Path)

remenber ours job is to become the balancer before we reseted to human.

>>4517137
>Choose the harder path and attempt co-existence and harmonize with the triad of powers in order to maintain balance (Balancer Path/Will need to roll for this afterward since it's take all the above)

Something something path of thorns.

>>4517347
>>4517410
>>4517355
Alright make your rolla, 3d100 this time.

>>4517206
If you pick the Avatar Route you'd be Wonder Woman, if you pick the Colossus route you'll be back to being who you are normally before becoming a balancer. Basically Shazam/Xena, and Titan is self explanatory though rather than just transforming into a leviathan you'd be like White Raven/Jean Grey Phoenix/Parallax.

It's basically do you want to be divine, psychic/paranormal, or spiritual/celestial focus but since people chose all the above. we're going with that.

>>4517137
>Awaken to the Golden Girdle of Gaea and ascend to the realm of the gods as humanity’s champion (Avatar/Culture Hero Path)

>>4517727
Yeah I'm going to count this vote, doesn't change my action here >>4517724 but it does mean out of the trinity you're Amazonian attributes is taking top hierarchy.

Rolled 82, 23, 93 = 198 (3d100)

>>4517724

>>4517731
what would we look like now?

Rolled 74, 46, 88 = 208 (3d100)

>>4517731
Didn't see that you had closed the vote

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>>4517734
Basically this as Wonder Woman, you're taking inspiration from Nubia's lore being reformed from black/dark clay instead of white/light clay but without the obvious black skin, though >>4512501 also works for pigmentation.

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>>4517738
It's fine, don't worry about it. If anything it furthers your connections to Superwoman and the connection between you and Donna and the Dark Witch.

As well as setting up your plotline arc for season seven as your themed season. Was debating over the Amazo series plotline with Professor Ivo, the The Titans of Myth with some focus on Donna and Cassie, An arc based around Cadmus and the Veil, or a much bigger focus on the Parallel World Hijinks with the Titans Tomorrow/Terror Titans focus than what I have planned

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>>4517746
When not golden blond due to the Girdle of Gaea, it'll probably be closer to this.

Rolled 70, 98, 22 = 190 (3d100)

>>4517724
Time POWER--I mean, balance.

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>>4517787
And Fullbody leviathan humanoid to the 1% who's curious.

hope we can still thot the world.

>>4517870
Thotting the galaxy is already becoming more of a reality. End goal should be the multiverse.

Rolled 99, 100, 74 = 273 (3d100)

>>4517724

>>4517906
DoomSlayer just roll it seens.

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>>4517733
>>4517738
>>4517786
>>4517906
And the dice gods really want you to ascend to your true potential as a balancer and be the galactic angel of retribution. Seems like even without their presence, your ascension into demi-goddess status was inevitable.

Which of course only cements why Superwoman fits as your parallel copy, heck now you're practically Donna's sister. Especially since you bath in the same cosmic energy that Magala/Circe used to remake the orphan into Diana's doppelganger and doomsday. Loosely adapting the wonder woman lore with this while adjusting it to fit the game as I also done below.

>Hippolyta (Though she didn't call herself Wonder Woman during her period 3000 years ago)
>Nu'bia (Myrina/First child of Hippolyta and the first champion of the gods as well as protector of the river Styx and the Tartarus Gate till her death and separation from her body which was taken by Ares [Her adoptive father] to become the Annihilator)
>Orana Griffin (Penthesilea, Former Queen of the Amazons, Elder sister to Hippolyta and Second Champion of the Gods, The current Wonder Woman. Taken the name Orana to pay tribute to her mother Otrera)
>Diana Prince (Second child of Hippolyta & Hades, soon to be successor of Orana as Wonder Woman and Embassy of the Gods)

And the candidates for the next Wonder Woman

>You, Sarena Rosenberger (Nu'bia's reincarnation and holder of her soul, second coming of Otrera, remade with the genetic template of the amazon, specifically Nubia's [twin to Diana's]),
>Donna Troy (Orphan who was remade to carry the same genetic template of the amazons, specifically Diana's),
>Artemis of Bana-Mighdall (Chosen one by the Egyptian gods, carries the same template as the amazons mostly due to being a sister clan member rather than reborn/remade like you and Donna)
>Cassie Sandsmark (Direct Demi-goddess of Zeus, comes from the Hercules bloodline, chosen by Ares)

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>>4518006
Meant Natural born instead of direct for Cassie. Diana has her demi-goddess status like in the new 52 but from Hades instead of Zeus despite still being made from the light clay. forgot to include direct descendant/carrier of Antiope's will to Artemis.

All the amazons are born from the clay of the gods and the souls Gaea accumulated. The very same aeon source that you've been dipping in the cosmic oasis. But the clay for the amazons was of a lower grade than the ones used for Diana and Nubia.

As for Donna, she's deeply rooted with the Titans of Myths as they were the ones who gave the witch the means to make her with the intent of making her their champion.

Meanwhile another tug of war is now on your hands, this time with the Gods and the Titans due to your choice.

Rolled 41, 5, 40 = 86 (3d100)

>>4517724

>>4518006

Almost in a trance, you instinctively submerge yourself in the cosmic waters. There was something alluring about the mystically cosmic waters circulating in the oasis. Enticed by it you dived down into the centerfold of the oasis. Being more attuned to your leviathan half you naturally granted you water breathing. To you, it made perfect sense considering you draw power from fluids, the purer the stronger its potency and overall effectiveness. That said the reverse had adverse effects on you. Out of potential weaknesses, at least yours was far from the dumbest and/or most contrived and arbitrary ones out there.

Having made yourself accustomed to the source of the cosmic oasis you began to see visions of yourself. Three pathways stood in front of you upon the crossroad. Starting with the middle one it showed you wearing a red boned corset top, a golden girdle belt, blue spandex shorts, thigh-length red boots, and bracers. The strangest part of your appearance was your golden blond hair radiating constantly. It gave you the impression of being some sort of divine incarnation of rapunzel with those voluminous free-flowing locks. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to connect the dots between the golden hue emitting from you and this vision of yourself. Known to all as merely Wonder Woman, becoming a champion of the gods like your mentor Orana.

Upon glancing at this incarnation of yourself, realizing the olympian essence coursing from this amazon, your eyes darts to the left of her. Again you were met with another incarnation of yourself. Clad in form-fitting spandex, it gave very little to the imagination as it thoroughly detailed your womanly curves. Cuffed with arm gloves and thigh-length boots, a sash belt around the hips, and a dragon symbol embed around her cleavage. Like with your familiar Anamaria, it seems you fully drawn the attention of another parasitic entity. Unlike with her, you fully subjugated the entity known as Parallax, bounding the primordial cosmic force and ascending to a true celestial as one singular entity.

Stunned by your thottery attracting more cosmic entities into yourself, you briefly think back to when you manifest that colossal cosmic dragon. It was probably at that time and during when you blacked out that exposed you to some remnant of the primordial creature. Only drawing out its entirety into yourself through some unknown means. Yet again it was apparent that some prodigious probably made you a perfect hose for these kinds of forces. Shaking it from your mind, you turn towards the right of the wonder woman version of yourself. Once again you were met with another version of yourself.

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>>4519037

Like the others, you were wearing a different costume from what you were known for. However, this costume comprised of the same battledress corset and skirt combo that you wore as Sophia. In fact, from the gauntlets and grieves to your brown boots and bracers, it was a true one to one to the sacred costume. Rather than infused with the divine, this was completely ethereal as it connects to the astral plane. Although there are leviathan traits present in your forms such as the wings and claws, you were still fully human as you resemble how you once were as Sophia/Levia. This Astral embodiment was clearly you returning to form and somehow harnessing the primorial monstrosity while maintaining your humanity.

Each one of these appearances represented a different aspect of you and your power. What could it be other than a premonition of what’s to come for your future? The different Patheos that you’d take on your journey as Pantheona all became present to you. Signifying a choice that you’d have to take one way or another. Turning to your back you saw one more path standing behind you. This time it was you wearing an almost exact costume style to your showgirl appearance. The key difference that instead of the cropped jacket over your leotard you wore a full-on hooded cloak like Rachel.

Unlike the others, this was fully enriched with the insurmountable mystical properties of mana. Wearing both blue and gold, the only thing that caught your eye was the ankh emblem on your chest. From what you can see from the vision, it seems that this version of yourself became sorceress supreme like your mentor Zatanna and shares a council seat with the lords of order and the magus circle. Unlike the leviathan who was an agent of chaos and harbinger of the paranormal. Being met with these different versions of yourself, you couldn’t help but feel like someone or something was trying to tell you something. Something that perhaps was far more important than you realized.

What you ended up noticing was the fact none of these choices carried with you one thing. Neither Tiamat nor Shekhina was present in any of these different choices. Although merely the catalyst for your jump into the brand new world you live in, it seems your fate was inevitably dictated to one of these outcomes. Honestly, each and every one of them enthralled you deeply, and wouldn’t be upset if you ended up as one of these adult versions of yourself. And yet you couldn’t bring yourself to choose one over the other. Each one was a part of you and hedonism aside, you wanted true balance and equality.

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>>4519045

Most of all, you just wanted to reunite with Tiamat and Shekhina. Even if they didn’t take you back, you wanted to apologize and thank them for everything. If you had the chance, you wanted another shot to try again. To be the galactic angel of retribution and once again be the balancer between order and chaos. That is what your heart yearned for most as you clench your chest and gave a melancholy smile to your other-selves. To your surprise, they merely look at each other before warmingly smiling at you. Without saying a single word, they knew precisely what your hearts truly desire most.

In unison, each one of them places their hands against you, forever imprinted themselves onto you as an unbreakable bond begins to form. An insurmountable warmth and tranquility circulate around you as you feel your scantly clad bikini attire dissipates. In its place manifests a blue and red battlesuit hovering above you. Over your birthday suit comprises a skintight jumpsuit with a zipper cleavage window which on its own can double as a sleeved sweater and tight leggings. After the completion of your gambeson equivalent undergarment did the enchanted armor finally places itself on your body. Wrapping you from head to toe you feel the power overflowing into you.

Two more hands place themselves against your back, reassuring you of the harder path that you’ve chosen for yourself. Turning around to see who they belong to, you were met with the imagery of both Tiamat and Shekhina who simply smiled at you. Tears came pouring from your eyes as you nearly broke down and hugged the two. Although they didn’t speak, you were left feeling completely fulfilled at seeing them. In response, the cosmic oasis starts to seep into your body alongside your other incarnations soon entering you one by one. In an attempt to “fill something which cannot be filled” the “almost infinite” cosmic oasis continued to pump you with its waters.

“Lady Gaea has accepted you, young balancer of the multiverse. As such, let us bestow you with the powers appointed with your role alongside intertwining you with your parallel selves. Along with the blessings of the Judges of the Source as well as The Presence, we hoped you would one day live up to your potential and be the counterforce we hope for. Especially against the one known as Perpetua.” A primordial yet motherly voice speaks to you as you feel yourself drifting into a trance.

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>>4519046

What came next was a blinding white light as you found yourself seeing the entirety of creation coming into fruition. Undergoing the necessary procedure for your ascension into demi-goddess status, you feel the cosmic energies and primordial forces flowing into you, Intertwining with one another you feel yourself being filled well past the brim as your body silently explodes into pure essence. Allowing you to merge fully with the source as your body was reconstructed in a vessel much like the Amazon, specifically that of a certain entity, one from dark clay and one of light. In your celestial enlightenment, a vision came to you as one more figure stands at the crossroads.

Wearing a bio-molecular super-suit styled like the bodysuits of various superhero archetypes stood a raven black haired woman. To your shock, the mysterious woman held the same facial features as yourself with the key difference is her jet black hair. Her black and purple costume complimented her nightly styled aesthetics. Emitting from her was a truly unmeasurable presence coursing from her body. It was bottomless as it was all imposing as the ubiquitous radiated with the same divinity you found present within Tiamat and Shekhina. Even in your demi-goddess status, you feel the strange person being above that as a complete goddess.

“Who are you…” You muttered, keeping your guard up as you watched the suave and worldly woman swaying her wide hips side to side in an arrogant stride.

“Keeper of the great darkness of the void, siphoner of the light of creation, the living primordial embodiment to the antithesis of The Presence, chosen champion of Perpetua, and many other titles I don’t feel like going over. All you need to know is that I am Pralaya, but I also go by another moniker when I was merely superhuman. Sarina Rosenfield, Superwoman. “ She brazenly claims, bolstering her chest against yours, looking down at you like a mere ant.

“Thanks for your choice, you all but assured my existence. As thanks, here’s a token of gratitude.” Sarina smiles while closing her eyes, forming a blackened orb from her fingertips as morphs into a black sun. “It’s the final piece needed to return your Pleora to you and re-establish yourself to the abyss and the absolute. You’re going to need that if you want to return what you lost and once again being the embodiment of chaos and order.”

>Thank your parallel self and take the orb before integrating it into yourself
>Show evasiveness and ask Sarina exactly what she means by ensuring her "existence" as you press her for some questions
>Stand your ground and purpose a spar with your parallel self to see where you currently stand.
>Politely yet firmly decline Sarina's gift, believing in finding your own way to return your connection and Pleroma

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>>4519049
Currently, you now have access to your parallel selves when chanting the words "Pleroma". They'll scale accordingly as the story narrative goes on.

You already saw your wonder woman self, and >>4517755 represents your appearance as Sophia with >>4517791 as a fully transformed Levia. As well as this >>4517781 fitting your Galatic Angel of Retrobution armor

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>>4519051
Your magus(mana) equivalent taking inspiration from this

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Compiling the Parallel forms in order for easier digestion.

>>4517746
>>4517778
Your Psionic/Qi Embodiment and direct connection to your Aiōn Teleos (the Perfect Aeon and Paramatman) [Going Golden Age WW where she developed Mental and Psychic in addition to her Paranormal Divinity]

>>4517755
>>4519051
Your Astral/Ethereal embodiment and a direct conduit to the Phantom Force [Astral, Ectoplasmic, Psyche (Soul)] and Aphros and/or Bythos

>>4519056
>>4519058
Your Magical/Mana embodiment as well as your link to the source of mana, the"Godwave"

>>4519093
Your Cosmic/Celestial embodiment and direct connection to the Parallax. as well as the quintessence forces and stellar spectrum (including dark force).

All your forms have an excessive plethora of divinity and mysticism in them but your balancer state here >>4517781 is the nexus that holds the parallel forms together and the centerfold of both the Pleroma and the ties to the Source (Abyss and Absolute)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Qi

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>>4519262

Ok so i see us going to the sixth d in the futre

>>4519049
>Thank your parallel self and take the orb before integrating it into yourself

>Thank your parallel self and take the orb before integrating it into yourself

"Something tells me that one day, we'll be fighting against one another. But hey, who am I to refuse a gift? Perhaps one day, I'll return the favour. Well, assuming I haven't already."

>>4519049
>Thank your parallel self and take the gift before integrating it into you9

>>4519317
>>4519389
>>4519398
Alright, looks like we got our option. So with that give me another 3d100

Rolled 54, 84, 28 = 166 (3d100)

>>4519400

Rolled 24, 46, 39 = 109 (3d100)

>>4519400

Rolled 85, 6, 65 = 156 (3d100)

>>4519400

Rolled 65, 41, 69 = 175 (3d100)

>>4519400

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>>4519440
Assuming this >>4514177 carries over I can't help but think we're one major secret narcissistic especially after our ascension. In retrospect it explains a lot. Anyway I did some research which makes me think our DARK counterpart has done especially well being the literal embodiment of the void. Also if we're Pralaya then shouldn't this be the better translation since we're Jewish
> Peralia (פרליה; hebrew for pralaya/destruction)

Anyway while trying to find the godwave it lead me to the sphere of the god, the world tree and this little jem here. Once again it explains a lot especially if we charm The presence with our Thottery
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Evil_Beast

>>4519477
Not quite what your aiming at, but what if we're a few steps and a hop to the right to being Sessyoin Kiara, especially in her Beast/Heaven's Hole form?

Rolled 19, 2, 94 = 115 (3d100)

>>4519400

Rolled 33, 44, 20 = 97 (3d100)

>>4519400

>>4519526
Think you just summed up what >>4519477 was trying to say in Fate since Kiara is basically anime Pralaya but more exposed/carrying more lore than a mere chapter or two. At least from my understatement after reading the comic during my downtime. And yes, Peralia would be the closer name in Hebrew.

https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Sphere_of_the_Gods https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Other_Place https://liberproeliis.fandom.com/wiki/The_World_Tree_(DC_Comics) https://liberproeliis.fandom.com/wiki/Pralaya https://comicvine.gamespot.com/pralaya/4005-115732/
https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Perpetua_(Sixth_Dimension)

Either way, I going to post the other links for everyone to be on the same page and know what they're getting into. Especially since now, I'm enticed to reference them to be more consistent with DC lore.

That said Great Evil Beast is a dumb name for the Primordial Darkness of Slumber, a great parallel for the source of magic as well as a difference to the Void that your Parallel self wields since the Presence chose/acknowledge you to a reasonable degree.

Rolled 80, 7, 50 = 137 (3d100)

>>4519400
For the thot empire, rulers of thw simp nation

>>4519893

“What exactly is it?” You ask, looking closely at the blackened orb.

“It’s a plethora of the Great Darkness. Once apart of the entity known as the Great Evil Beasts, it’s the shell (outer form) of the primordial darkness that’s a complete absence of divine light. The living blackness that comprises all of existence itself prior to the Presence of gracing reality with the gift of light. The source of all black magic as it’s merely the repertoire of the bottomless pit that is merely known as the Other Place. The Antithesis to what would otherwise be known as the Sphere of the Gods. I’m sure you’re aware that it’s the Sphere of the Gods is the purest source of the raw essence of magic.” Sarina explains.

Lighty nodding your head you lightly tap your index finger upon your temples as you begin recollecting your magic lessons from Zatanna. “Master Zatanna once told me about this. How magic operates from a multitude of different types and sources. The primary trilogy starting with Theurgy which is tied to ethereal(spiritual), celestial (stellar), or otherwise known as the divinity. The second being Rule Magic which operates on formulas, equations, calculations, and other systematic/mathematic scripts to manipulate physical phenomena and laws that govern reality. Alchemy, Numerology Wicca, Hermeticism, Kabbalah, and Onmyōdō all fall under the category. Lastly, the third form is known as Force Magic. This form is a more traditional belief of magic with it all being supernatural/paranormal and mystical. But if you ask me, it’s clearly operating on the fundamental forces and biological energy or just the pure quintessence that’s present in all things to tap into natural phenomena.”

“My, I’ve forgotten how much of a nerd I used to be…” The older woman was falling into a state of discomposure, becoming gradually appalled at her younger counterpart.

“Did you say something?” You blink, curiously turning to look at the look of disgust on her face.

“Just that you forgot device magic which is just using magical artifacts and relics in exchange for not possessing any spiritual, supernatural, or otherwise genetic properties tailored to performing magic. So with that out of the way, may I proceed with my lecture?” Sarina cuntly asks, folding her arms and giving a stone-cold stare.

“...Yes. I’m sorry for getting carried away….” You tilted your head in shame, apologizing for your action.

>>4520482
>>4519400

“Anyway….” Sarina coughs, breaking up the awkward ambiance and returning to having a dignified aura of divinity. A single tap of her elbow was enough to summon a mental projection for her counterpart to view for visuals as she explains the hierarchy. “In truth, it’s another portion of the Infinite Overvoid, just like the Presence and the White Void that govern eternal oblivion/non-existence. All of them are the Primal Monitor. Basically, think of them as the administrators that run the system that is reality. With deities and cosmic entities being the mods, some having higher positions than others. ”

“I don’t need you patronizing me. I can figure that out on my own.” You pout, puffing out your cheeks and chest as your sulk. Keeping the large orb closely hovering in your hand as you reflect upon the information dump. “So what exactly happened to the Great Evil Beast. I already assume it must be the incarnation of everything malicious and chaotic in this realm of reality.”

“The Great Evil Beasts ultimately merged with the Presence, returning to being its “shadow” and achieving complete if not perfect balance. Yin and Yang. Many see it as the Presence’s dark side, an evil entity that gave birth to the evilest of acts. Truthfully, it’s more an untamed force of nature, the embodiment of chaos and everything correlated to darkness. Once again, the complete antithesis to the presence’s order and source of divine light.” “The ones you call Shekhina and Tiamat are merely incarnations of those two entities. Just like how the Pleroma is an aspect of The Source, specifically paralleling the Godwave.”

“Okay...that’s a lot to impact.” You muttered, looking down at the dark orb. There were lots of questions now running through the corners of your mind. Like who exactly was this woman? She appeared exactly like an older appearance of yourself but she also referred to herself as Pralaya, the living embodiment of the infinite void. Alerting you immediately of the implications as well as the ramifications that came from such a title.

Now you could think of plenty of reasons why you should be more evasive and suspicious about the pulsating black orb currently in your hand. Yet even if it was a trap, you weren’t going to throw away the opportunity in front of you. Even if it was less than one percent, so long as it’s not zero it was enough for you to gamble on it. Restoring the Pleroma and the connection to the abyss and absolutely surely would put you that much closer. To gain back the primordial embodiments of chaos and order, there’s no trial or tribulation you won’t partake in. Besides, if you can’t trust yourself then who can you trust?

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>>4520483

“I wanna say thank you. Something in my heart tells me that you might be a danger to me, perhaps even one day resulting in a fight between us. In spite of that, I’m willing to trust you and put my faith in this gift. I’m not one to refuse one anyway” You softly smile to Sarina, showing genuine sincerity in your voice and your actions. “Perhaps one day, I'll return the favor. Well, assuming I haven't already."

Blinking in mild surprise over your earnest sincerity and pure of heart, you left quite the impression on your older incarnation. “Oh trust me, you’ll be helping me out by accepting the blessing. In more ways than one.” Sarina smiles, ambiguous in her tone she was quite the enigmatic temptress.

With plucky cheekiness, you chose to place the orb against your ample chest. Letting the enchanting blacken orb sink into your body, assimilating the densely compact power into yourself. Having making immediate contact with the sphere you felt the same kind of fullness as the pleroma as countless aeons and emanations burst to scurry to full your entire being with its insurmountable and ubiquitous existence. Like previously how you experience the sensation of trying to “fill something which cannot be filled”. This time it was trying “to contain something which cannot be contained”. Upon completing the insertion a powerful pulse musters from your body.

“Kenoma…” You muttered, eyes widening with the pupils blackening as it becomes bigger.

Emitting from your body was a surge of densely compact dark matter and by proxy antimatter circulating in unison. But there was something more to it than that, something primordial in all of its mystical essence. The feeling you underwent when forcing yourself to become a leviathan gave you a keen understanding of what you were undergoing. However, if the leviathan was previously a paper tiger, now becoming the real deal, then this would be a monstrous smilodon. Course the dark bestial presence you were feeling was more akin to an ouroboros as the primordial monstrosity. It was clear...the great evil beast’s essence wasn’t completely gone.

But so what? You didn’t give any kind of concern or worries over housing an incarnation of the cataclysmic forces of nature and reality. If the presence can handle their own dark self, then so can you. Otherwise, how can you say you’d be worthy of being the galactic angel of retribution. Much less be worthy of obtaining the pleroma once again and being the avatar of Shekhina and Tiamat. Choosing to suck it up and tank it, you pressed forward against the lashing power of the Kenoma. Like with your leviathan transformation you feel your body swelling immensely, becoming more monstrous in your attempt. But something was off about it.

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>>4520486

Only through your attempts to contain the Kenoma did you feel the presence of another form of essence inside of you. Lying within the depths of its cases was the antithesis of the pleroma, the hysterema. Otherwise the symbol of the Demiurge, the antagonist of the Supreme Being (aeon). In retrospect with your innate attraction and overall resolve to housing the dual forces for complete balance/equality, you should’ve seen this outcome coming. Nevertheless, you bolster yourself to withstanding the eternal clash between the two forces within you. Easier said than done as you continuously bulk up significantly from the excessive energy/radiation.

Momentarily overlapping with the infinite darkness of the void, your body nearly morphs into a colossus serpentine dragon-like beast, adopting the physique of a minotaur styled chimera. The black and white energies spreading over your body. Attempting to completely swallow you whole as they ate away at your body, looking for your own remnants of the pleroma. Soon your entire body was color coated as the influence spreading towards the corners of your eyes. It was only at the last second you avoided being completely consumed by the rampaging forces of both the Kenoma and Hysterema.

Supremely compressing your towering frame into a more sleek and compact form, although far beefier than your initial base form, you felt immensely drain from the process. The physical and mental damage accumulated through your escalation dissipated, but the strenuous effects from constantly undergoing destruction and rebirth taxed you with an extraneous load. Dropping down to your knees you left out a husky cough, wheezing in an attempt to catch your breath. Your body in light of hulking out was haggard and weary. Both the Kenoma and the Hysterema.was resting comfortably in your mind, body, and soul. Symbolizing that at the moment they were soul bound, achieving the same result just like the Presence.

“Congratulations, you’ve successfully contained both the Kenoma and the Hysterema. All while pushing your Pneuma onto the next stage. You really are meant for great things, Pantheona.” Sarina smiles, kneeling over to look at your weary form. “And with the cosmic waters you drunk, all you need now is enough residual divine and/or magical energies to fully restore the Pleroma. That or fully tap into your own repertoire without losing yourself to your inner beast to achieve the same result.”

>Rightfully snap at your parallel self over what has happened and demand answers
>Reflect on your shortcomings and show gratitude towards Sarina in spite of the dangers
>Let the Great Beast loose and attack Sarina for retribution
>Take her bet and try to gain complete control of the primordial force of nature and the inner darkness residing within you through force.
>Write-in

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>>4520489

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pneuma
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Demiurge
http://gnosis.org/library/valentinus/Syzygy_Valentinian.htm
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kenoma

Hysterema (Greek) Incompletion or inferiority; in Gnostic thought, the smaller or manifested world in contrast to the pleroma (completion or unmanifested, the fullness) from which it emanates.

>>4520489
>Rightfully snap at your parallel self over what has happened and demand answers

>>4520489
>Rightfully snap at your parallel self over what has happened and demand answers

"Okay, first, WHAT. Second, THE FUCK?! ...not that I don't appreciate the boost to, well, EVERYTHING, *flexes for emphasis* but still!

>>4520489
>Reflect on your shortcomings and show gratitude towards Sarina in spite of the dangers
>Then rightfully snap at her for some answers over what happened and the motive

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>>4520956
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>>4521125
Looks like we have our answer. Anyway, while I'm writing, I wanna expand further on the Wonder Woman comparison/motif. Before settling on the Nubia callbacks, I was initially set on referencing the 1974 Wonder Woman movie pilot where the access was blond. This was to highlight the James Bond-style superspy stuff that Diana Prince underwent as I ching took away her powers and made her peak human. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diana_Prince#Diana_Prince,_the_New_Wonder_Woman Many of those elements still exist in light of this directional change as I'm still committed to it.

Anyway, I was thinking of making a primary arch-rival/anti-hero nemesis based on the name Behemoth (Taken from the hybrid team from the new team titans plotline) for obvious reasons. Quite possibly a window opportunity for the Hive Hijinks.

So I'm willing to take suggestions for stuff like powers, personality, etc likewise how Sarena got shaped up since we may be playing them at one point or another.

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>>4520489
More accurate muscle mass

>>4522248

Catching enough of your breath to be just sufficient enough to speak, you turned to lock eyes with your older counterpart. Just barely holding the urge to clock them up as you reserved your remaining strength until you managed to get your second wind. “Okay, first, WHAT. Second, THE FUCK?!” You haggardly shout, sounding huskier than your lower-pitched leviathan voice. Honest to say you also felt like a husky on super-steroid to go with your deep, semi-masculine tone.

“You took an embodiment shard of the Great Darkness, a source of unfathomable power beyond the spheres of this multiverse’s cosmology that empowered such titans of legends like the Upside Down Man. Even Perpetua draws from this source. You didn’t think such a primordial and unfathomable source of power wouldn’t come with any risks, did you? “

“I-um...erm…” As you fumble your words trying to think of a witty retort, your older incarnation merely smug at you, holding back her laughter.

“Aren’t you suppose to be the smart one. Don’t tell me being a pseudo-leviathan for months on end made you lose your precious brain cells” Sarina teases, folding her arms with a cheeky expression.

“Shut up!”You scream, flustered by being ripped upon by your parallel self. She was getting into your skin, ironically giving you a taste of your own medicine. “What I meant is that there was two presence in that orb, not just one like I’d thought. From your explanation you made it sound like the Great Beast was completed assimilated. I nearly got tag teamed by both the Kenoma and the Hysterema. What if I didn’t regain control and completely succumb to its dark presence, becoming the beast of revelation?”

“Then you would be slain.“ Sarina bluntly remarks, almost causing you to fall down from how frank she was with you. A condescending smile soon forms on her lips, lightly shrugging at your festering rage.“But why worry about what-ifs. Reality decided that you would be victorious. Now not only do you have a viable means of returning your Pleroma to yourself but even without the presence of those two divine entities, you can more than fulfill your role as a balancer with the Kenoma and Hysterema residing within you.”

“You should have more faith in yourself. Someone who achieved Paramatma, collected copious if not superabundant amounts of emanations to form the Aeon and fully reawaken the embodiment of primordial chaos and order wouldn’t succumb to becoming a mindless beast. Not to mention the potential pathos your other-selves have taken should be a resounding enough clue to put my stock into you.” Leaning over to tap you on your forehead, Sarina manages to charm you with her cool beauty. Enigmatic to a fault you weren’t able to read her intentions or anticipate her actions. Furthering the uneasiness you got from the goddess. In spite of that, she was able to win you over with her magnetic personality and charisma.

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“..Fine, quit feeding into my ego.” You pout, folding your arms and turning from Sarina. Practically flexing instinctively to try and assert dominance when in reality you didn’t want to seem weak to your goddess incarnation. Especially if she was to one day be your enemy. At least according to the mysterious voice, you picked up. “Not that I don't appreciate the boost to, well, EVERYTHING, I still rather prefer knowing exactly what I’m getting into. Even if I would’ve still done it anyway. So...Thank you for giving me the opportunity.“

Continuing her cheeky smile, Sarina points at you, keeping her other hand on her hips.“By the way, when I sent you back, you’re going to revert mentally back to what you were prior to cleansing yourself with the cosmic ocean. Dems the breaks when you choose to be a monstrous embodiment of primordial chaos and void alongside ascended into a culture heroic deity. “

“Are you serious?! I thought bathing in the cosmic ocean would fix that! I don’t want to have to deal with being a big dumb brute all the time!” Immediately snapping your body back at Sarina you find yourself suddenly breathing liquid fire underneath your hissing breath.

In response to your festering rage, your body started growing. Becoming bigger and bulker as your leviathan traits started to manifest. By the time you caught on to the change your stature was around twelve feet and weighing four tons worth of muscle and bone mass. Likewise, your thoughts were becoming simplistic in response to being swept up by your impending rage. Surprisingly your current attire managed to fit over your hulking physique but considering its scantly clad style it didn’t offer much coverage. In contrast, Sarina remains dignified in her statuesque and divine olympian build.

“Careful now. Don’t want you to lose yourself and regress further thanks to the exponential increases tied to your primeval passions.” Waggling her finger against your slit leviathan eyes, Sarina remains completely unphased by your monstrous juggernaut status. Keeping her poker face alongside being completely in control.

Having your face turning red like a tomato, you quickly grumbled underneath your breath. Going as far as to blow some flames in your snorting before dropping down. Taking a yoga pose and begin taking deep breathes to try and calm yourself, which in turn would shrink you back to normal. Or at least as normal as you can manage in your current state. Perhaps this was the key difference between you and your goddess incarnation. How she was able to manage to be a true goddess at all times while you’re a mere demi-goddess on the verge of relapsing into a divine monstrosity. This was so much worse than when you were a mere demihuman.

>>4522608

Petting you on your head, Sarina gave a soft smile and resume where she left off. “Anyway, the cosmic oasis did successfully repaired your body, refining you to the utmost degree. As we speak Lady Gaea is remolding your body into that of sacred clay, allowing you to stay in your physical plane without causing adverse effects around you. Though those bracers would also be required to keep yourself in check. Especially since it is you who chose to accept the power given to you in addition to already having more power than you ever needed. Seem like you are living up to the nature of a leviathan and ravenously indulging yourself indefinitely at the first chance you get.”

“Shouldn’t be that surprising. Losing the Pleroma made you realize just how good you have it. So now you’re willing to do anything to recreate that empty feeling. Even going as far as to drink the entirety of the cosmic oasis AND incorporate a thorough connection to your parallel selves, forming a pantheon in the process. Not to mention finally blooming into the Great Beast of the Celestial Sea. It can’t be helped.” Condescending while giving you the cold hard truth, Sarina did well to point out the hedonism and constant thrust among your pile of shortcomings.

“....” You paused, looking away from Sarina as you continue to focus and undergo Zatanna’s teachings. Currently you stood at around nine feet, only weighing two tons now.

“You’re not quite like your primordial monstrous incarnations such as Lotan, Rahab, Vrtra, Jörmungandr, Yamata no Orochi, Typhon, Cipactli/Coatlicue, Apep, Xiangliu, Ophion, Veles, Zahhak, especially Tiamat or should I say Tehom/Têmtum. But give it time and you’ll reach that full potential to be a world serpent, just like Ourobouros, just like yours truly.” Immediately you recall back to that sensation, your transformation was teetering between Bahamut and Ourobouros, swaying more to the former given your bestial bulking form. Yet you kept your silence as Sarina continues her cool and collective demeanor. “That’s only if you seek it. There’s still an entity who can teach you how to be a true leviathan. Tannin, the sole living progenitor of the leviathan that escaped Yhwach’s extermination.”

“You didn’t have to list out all the chaos monster who serves as the antagonistic adversary of the culture hero. “ You sigh, finally returning back to being at your current six feet and seven hundred pound frame. “But fine I get it. I’ll just find this Tannin person and learn how to retain my mind so I can go back to being the complete package of brains, brawn, and beauty.”

>>4522609

“If you should take any consolation from your gamble, you should also be aware that the cosmic energies that you admitted from your little space trip attracted the presence of another. A cosmic entity known as Ekron saw your plight and bestow upon you its essence. Specifically in the form of an ancient relic. There’s only two of them in the entire universe, one of which resides on a planet named Venegar. The other eye is currently within you. While merely an astral/ethereal body, it’s no less different from the actual ancient eye. As you saw with your cosmic parallel incarnation, it became a genuine article, becoming the Parallax. No direct relation to the parasitic version. “ Sarina explains, briefly going over the entity and its connection to both the emotional energy spectrum and Parallax as well.

Reviewing over the information, you merely close your eyes and take another defeated sigh. “I should be feeling an insurmountable amount of pride causing cosmic entities to simp for me. But putting that aside, you said you called yourself Pralaya. I’m confused by what you mean by that. Especially since you are a parallel version of myself. What exactly is your game here?”

“Pralaya is as much myself as I am her. We are one and the same, existing outside time and space, the bottomless void outside of creation. “ This time you saw a darker smile coming from Sarina, eyes lightening up to resemble the blackened abyss.

“Okay so you’re a complete avatar, perhaps even more so than with my connection with Tiamat and Shekhina. Anyway, that still leaves your motives and reason. Surely even you wouldn’t be risking my entire being unless there was some substantial benefit worth all the effort you’re putting into.” You remark, making a sharp glance as you finally put your know it all smarts to work.

Clapping her hands with a joyous smile, Sarina nods as she patronizes you. Earning you shooting up several inches from being irked by the older woman. “Three reasons. First off, although I am a god unlike you, I have to abide by the systems and rulings of the multiverse. Regardless of being the personification of the void. Of course, I could honestly care less and just consume everything just like the Pralaya/ Peralia before me known as Mother Night, partner to Father Time as she makes the embodiment of Space. However, where would the fun in that be?” Sarina tilts her head, once again being dubious but there was a hint of ominous coming from her aura.

“So with that in mind, I have to secure a foothold to enter the multiverse from the outside of the Sunless Sea, a boundless expanse of complete and utter darkness. Doubles as the power source for all shadow & darkness manipulating characters. Say your friend Raven for example.”

Almost gasping at the ramifications, your eyes dart sharply at Sarina. “So you’re saying that the powers I gave Rachel are fair game for you to throw your influence.”

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“Well, of course, thanks to your intervention the powers Rachel wields come not from Trigon but the Sunless Sea instead. Though I do not interfere with whatever Trigon has planned, preferably avoiding an impasse, she’s as much of a portal into the multiverse for me just like you being my anchor. Though the same can be said for all your other friends.”

“So what’s the second…” Keeping your guard and reflecting upon this tidbit of information, you reframe from letting yourself get upset over the motive.

“The second reason is simple. It even ties back to the discussion about your friend. See timelines are like grains of sand scattering in the wind. Merely diverges from a single point of time. Each one of those grains serves as a different possibility towards the impending future of events. Diverge enough and you’ll dive completely into the multiverse theory. Its phenomena such as this gave birth to parallel universes and ultimately the multiverse. But even then, time will always try and follow its blueprints, although results may vary.”Sarina explains, snapping her finger to summon an hourglass for visual.

“Well, you put it like that I can honestly see the higher divinity being aggravated with concepts such as time travel.” You ponder, thinking about all the problems science fiction and entertainment covered already with the concept of time travel. Although it’s clear that the world operates on the multiverse theory, it was still foolish to tamper with such a powerful phenomenon.

“Correct, you are as sharp as you are quick-witted. Despite existing outside of time and space, even I will try my best to ensure my existence is eternal. One way or another, you’ll end up just like me. Whether it’s serving as the next “Presence” thus making you my eternal adversary, or to become just like me and being Pralaya/Peralia. Either way, your time as both a human being and a mortal will come to an end. Just like all other incarnations of yourself. The sole difference that you’re the closest to me, thus who else but you deserve to fall under this path. Young Balancer.``

“And what’s the third reason.”

“Ah yes, the most important reason of them all.” Arching her left hand against her ample chest “Entertainment aside, it’s because you’re exactly like m.”

“Excuse me?” You blinked, almost caught off guard by the redundancy considering she was a parallel version of yourself. “Isn’t that obvious? You are another version of me.”

Clicking her teeth and waggling her finger, Sarina resume to go deeper on the reason. “From the moment you awakened to the Pleroma, I knew there was something special. An ordinary soul, born plain in spite of one of her many previous lives being truly extraordinary. There was even a version of yourself in the distant past who was known as the Bionic Woman. Course from that time point she was enhanced with the amorphous Magitek and eventually became yours truly.”

>>4522614

“Point being, it’s your ordinary normal life that makes you an abnormality. Deep within your heart you strongly desired life beyond the secured monotonous lifestyle you came to known and grown painstakingly accustomed to. A superhuman desire befitting the leviathan whom in Christianity is known as the archdemon of envy. The prodigious yearning and craving turned aspiration to be abnormal. And once you obtained that specialness, you couldn’t imagine a life going back towards. Even after having the chance to return to normality, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. As such on a subconscious level, you retained your innate power, traveled to the corners of space to this oasis, and voraciously incorporated all your parallel selves in order to return to being your prime state as a balancer.”

“Are you saying that out of all the parallel copies of me out there, that I’m the closest to resembling you?” You query, softly narrowing your eyes as it all begins to make sense. “Next you’re going to say that you manipulated fate, causing everything in my life to go the way it had to reach this point.” You scoffed in your snark.

Giving you a mere devilishly smile, Sarina merely ignores your question. Leaving it to you to decide whether if you hit the mark or just overthinking it as she kneels over to tilt your head. “To be honest, Stacie Sulman is far more the real you than Sarena Rosenberger wants to admit. Something that I, fortunately, do not share such sentiments. Thus that’s the difference between you and me, why you’re a mere demigoddess while I am the real thing. While you’re a mere balancer and I am the true avatar of the primordial darkness and void that predated all of Creation. An omniverse eater who’s backed up by Perpetua, loved by both the White Void, the Primordial Darkness, the Eternal Oblivion, and even the Overvoid. Unfortunately, that control is extremely limited since it’s mindless, and tamping into such power is a danger not even I’m willing to do. ”

“Nevertheless, the dots connect well between us as we’re virtually identical. Even the fact we’re both possessors of Pleroma.” Snapping her fingers, a surge of divine energy starts to manifest in her palm. Taking the form of a miniature sun, it’s blinding white light and sheer intensity immediately made you acknowledge that the quality and experience between the two of you were like that of night and day. “Only difference is mine doesn’t leave me just cause some part of me wanted to return to normality. Nor do I need the assistance of other divinity, including the presence to help he manifest in any of its extremity.”

>Try to push your luck and Siphon as much of Sarina's Pleroma as you can handle
>Taunt Sarina to prove those words and fighting you on equal terms
>Deny all of Sarina's claims and stand your ground against your goddess incarnation
>Admit to your shortcomings and the truth to her words while reminding Sarina that she can be just like you
>Write-in

>>4522619
https://comicvine.gamespot.com/ekron/4005-48933/
https://comicvine.gamespot.com/emerald-eye-of-ekron/4055-48914/
https://comicvine.gamespot.com/parallax/4005-41293/

Softconing the previous Parallax shard I mention you picking up to being that of Ekron's the essence/energy eye. And that was the push that gave you the means to survive space and ended up down the path to the meeting where Starfire was located.

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>>4522621
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Proto-Indo-European_mythology#Serpent-slaying_myth
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bahamut
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ekron#:~:text=The%20city%20of%20Ekron%20(Hebrew,pentapolis%2C%20located%20in%20southwestern%20Canaan.

Forgot this. Going with the original Emerald Empress backstory since it fits the Hebrew biblical description of Ekron for the left eye. The right eye is connected more to Ekron but was spread out in space looking for the left. Either way, chalk the Emerald Empress as another nemesis. And the potential to do a legion of superheroes mini-arc if the interest calls for it later.

>>4522619
>Admit to your shortcomings and the truth to her words while reminding Sarina that she can be just like you
>Try to push your luck and Siphon as much of Sarina's Pleroma as you can handle

The last one I would prefer to angle more in the form of us having her consent to drain her, her having agreed to it after we point out that we both apparently love being growing beef cakes, and she can't have been simply satisfied with such *small* increase in us, can she? Throw in some seductive posing and flexing if needed.


Why yes, I am trying to get our currently more powerful counterpart to simp for us.

>>4522658
Waited long enough, give me 3d100 this time.

Rolled 44, 64, 47 = 155 (3d100)

>>4523487

Rolled 88, 20, 44 = 152 (3d100)

>>4523487

Rolled 68, 93, 82 = 243 (3d100)

>>4523487
Seriously? No one's opposing this, or even throwing out other options? I mean, I'm the guy he suggested that in the first place, but even I'm surprised. Oh well.

Rolled 3, 94, 34 = 131 (3d100)

>>4523487

>>4523487
>88, 94, 82

...Damn, we're such a thot, even our parallel selves find us un-resistable.

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>>4523534
Seem like it. There are no limits towards getting people to simp to your thottery, even gods or parallel versions of yourselves. Going full Shaggy Man/Doomsday/Damage in these parks.

https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Shaggy_Man
https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Wade_Eiling_(New_Earth)
https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Ethan_Avery_(Prime_Earth)
https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Doomsday

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>>4523556
Obligatory "I'm the juggernaut bitch" quote here. Who knew making the embodiment of chaos, darkness and the void simp for us would blossom into such a boom

>>4523534
Well I imagine after the whole reverting to human stick people just are more willing to go full Saitama and become the breaker of worlds. Gotta live up to our namesake as a world ender

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>>4523607
Not gonna lie. The FF Bahamut looking thing here made me think of this if we're going full grey hulk or savage she hulk with the celestial boost

>>4523609
That would be Chaos Machina, the buff demon lady from
>>4520489
and
>>4520486

In this form, she gains incredible power in exchange for her good looks...or gets even hotter, depending on how you swing.

remenber we still not done yet, still need ours golden girls back .

>>4523651
Is it wrong that I vary up their appearances in my mind as Lana and Cia from Hyrule Warriors, or possibly Milly Thompson and Meryl Stryfe from Trigun? Not that Belldandy and Urd aren't good models, mind you.

>>4523676
Not at all. I get those vibes too. Just like Linda Inverse and Naga the serpent

Rolled 23, 88, 34 = 145 (3d100)

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>>4523517
>>4524097
>>4523535
So many Repeating Numbers, as if you weren't lucky already with the documented high rolls. But now you got bonuses adding on to it, might as well be a nat 100 at this rate.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adam_Kadmon
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pneumatic_(Gnosticism) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Divine_spark https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gnosis http://gnosis.org/sophia.tale.html
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ophis
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Holy_Spirit

More technical mythology coming your way with the next update. Anyway, considering your getting your Pleroma back alongside fully tapping into the divine spark to achieve the Holy Spirit. All of which is from an unlikely source. I suppose it'll more than make up for now having a darker entity between the "Golden Girls", in this case, the Edge of Chaos otherwise known as The Void. A new Trinity between Light, Darkness, and Nothingness.

TLDR- Think Black Suit Spiderman for the new Ophis form between previous transformations as Sophia and Christos (Christ)

>>4523676
>>4524094
Yeah you can envision them as either of those.

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>>4524310
https://www2.kenyon.edu/Depts/Religion/Projects/Reln91/Gender/Gnosticism.htm

Rolled 61, 4, 3 = 68 (3d100)

>>4523487

>>4524340
Buddy, we more or less SUCCessfully blew through it, I'm pretty sure we can stop rolling now.

>>4523556
>>4524310
So from what I can understand we successfully got our dark incarnation to unless us with power and restore our Pleroma. But like typical dijin fashion it comes with the price of dealing with a bestial aspect akin to venom or one of the Dc knock off to the hulk. Perhaps both. That or that's just what happened to us if we become the primordial man(Adam Kadom). Yeah I'd say its worth getting not satan to simp for us for this boon. Well at least we're going to dinosaur land to get our monstrous embodiment of primordial chaos (and void?) under control as a cavewoman.

>>4524310
SLR: So, yeah, I'm just little concerned.
Tiamat: Ah, she'll be fine; she's doing good so far, right?
SLR: She also accidentally tossed away her divinity. -_-
Tiamat: Thanks for reminding me that I owe her a headlock noogie. Still, come on, what's the worst that could happen now?
SLR: Did
SLR: Did you, of all people
SLR: really just say
SLR: "What's the worst that could happen?"
Tia: Yeah?
L-Sama has entered the chat.
SLR: Uh...hi?
Tia: Who's this flat chested bitch?
SLR: Really? You're going to antagonize the newcomer right off the bat?
Tia: Chaos going to chaos, dear.
L-Sama: Oh joy. Not only do I have the Golden Girls as my new unwanted roommates, my chest size is being undermined. It's EVERYTHING I could have ever wanted.
L-Sama: Oh wait.
L-Sama: It isn't. -_-
L-Sama: To answer the overgrown lizard's question, I am the Edge of Chaos, better known as The Void.
L-Sama: Kind of a big deal.
SLR: ...
Tia: ...
SLR: Damn it, Sarena.
Tia: Damn it, Sarena!
L-Sama: Oh good, you both know about me~ :)
L-Sama: Just keep the fuck out of my way and leave me alone, and we can get along juuuust fine~


A cookie to whoever gets the username references, save for Tiamat's.

>>4524473
https://kanzaka.fandom.com/wiki/Lord_of_Nightmares

Closest I got for L-Sama, drawing blanks for SLR

>>4525419
Right on the mark for L-Sama, though admittedly the Lord of Nightmares is probably different than what you're going for with The Void. SLR would be referencing Lesley Gore's "Sunshine, Lollipops and Rainbows". I would've just straight out gone for that, but then I realized "Wait, no, that's too long for a username", that, and it was too long to type out repeatedly, especially on a phone.

>>4525521
It works enough for the Void. Though I am kicking myself for not putting the music reference together.

I did however thought of what would fit for Tiamat in term of music joke https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O4irXQhgMqg

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xx6IwshTL6M Also L-Sama (Pralaya/Samael[Satanael]/Sarina) Something like this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G4lTMOmH8Dw if you imagine your darker counterpart who took the role of the adversary [hence the name Satanael] of God in Perpetua's place being a total millennial to the cosmic boomers.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samael

>>4524310
>>4523556
>>4523487

Gazing at the miniature sun in front of you soon brought forth a moment of clarity and realization. This was a golden opportunity for you to theoretically return your Pleroma in all of its eternity. Sure it was within the realm of possibility of restoring it yourself if you get your leviathan act in order to tap into own natural reserves. It’ll also help if you fully fine-tune your control over the myriad of energy and forces currently present within you. But how long would it take balancing all that essence to pull that off? Seeing the real deal that was Sarina’s Pleroma only drove you to want not only your own back...but hers as well.

It was at this point that you soon discovered another side to you. There was a ton of similarities between yourself and your darker parallel incarnation. So much in fact it was like staring at a mirror. Each of the previous selves you saw was a feasible future for you, but the one who made the most impact was the goddess in front of you. Even before this encounter, it wasn’t the first time you craved and admired such overwhelming raw strength and prowess. From meeting Orana, encountering and pushing your familiar Anamaria to a substantial limit breaker, to meeting Kory and spending months training with her.

Realizing the truth in Sarina’s words and the folly of your actions, you fold your arms and took a lamenting sigh. “You’re positively right.”

“Pardon? I know I’m right but don’t you think you gave up rather soon in the argument. I mean it works for me since while time is meaningless to me, I’d rather not spend millions of years in this space arguing over it.” Sarina questions, continuing to be stuck up and condescending in light of her confusion.

“No sassy remark, witty retort, or any form of snark nor sarcasm. Not even playful satire. Listen to me when I genuinely say that I understand what you’re trying to tell me. I’m a rather ravenous virago with a nigh-unquenchable thirst for power and strength. That my Stacie Sulman is in fact the real me that kept locked up in the mask I put as Sarena Rosenberger. That I’m a voracious gym bunny that keeps wanting to push her limits and continues feeding into my growths. Practically ardent. I’m brazen to the point of willing to take power regardless of where it comes from and throwing all caution to the wind, especially when it comes to myself.”

>>4525852

“And I’m really am dependant on my golden girls to help me keep myself in check. It’s all true.” Looking down in lament you gave a melancholy smile. Thinking back at Tiamat and Shekhina, you couldn’t help but wonder what they were thinking of you right now. But you didn’t let yourself waver as you turn your eyes back at Sarina. Eyes filled with resolve. “Nobody is without any vices, same goes for virtues too. It’s having both of these that makes us who we are and gives meaning to our sense of self. It’s how we let it influence us that really counts.”

“So for me, as long as it only affects me, I’m willing to take any consequences for my actions. I’m a glutton for brawns just as much as brains and even beauty. But even as I indulge in that hedonism, I’m deeply inclined to use my acclimated power and influence to help others in any way I can. No matter how small. It may seem like it contrasts with my love of being a growing beefcake, but I think it only compliments it. Great power comes with responsibility, and it’s just in my nature to help others.”

Pondering to herself, Sarina’s eyes sharply narrow as she lightly raises her eyebrow. “Don’t think I see your game. Trying to accept your shortcomings and hangups while highlighting all your strength. Implying that all of your incarnations, even me share many if not all those qualities. How presumptuously cheeky.”

Smiling softly at her figuring it out, you merely place your arms behind your head. Follow with making a sly smile.“Quick to figure it out, I’m not surprised with such a goddess like yourself. Your as much as me as I am of you. So in your own way you want to help me. Even if it’s for your own selfish reasons, to which I’m not exactly a saint myself, the core aspect still remains. Besides…”

“Surely you want to press my luck and see how much of a divine ubermensch you want to make me. That’ll be more than enough to suit your shady intentions and more importantly cure your boredom. After all, you do need to fashion an anchor to my reality. So why being sneaky and using my friends when you can just hit me with all your Pleroma instead?” You egged Sarina, going as far as to lightly pose to empathize on her handy work. Playing entirely on your ego and turning your own vice into a virtue in an attempt to draw all of your darker self’s attention off your friends.

>>4525855

Eyes widen at the opportunity presented to her, the esteemed goddess could only cackle madly over the revelation. It was rather unsettling seeing the prideful and condescending deity break from her composure and enthusiastically breakdown laughing. “Ahahahahahahahaha….you really is too much, Sarena Rosenberger.”Laughing up a storm, Sarina eventually lets it all out before resuming her cool and collective composure. A wide, devilish smile forming around her full supple lips. “Very well, if you’re willing to make a deal with the devil then you might as well go all in. So I’ll humor you and give you all of it, take as much as you can. Nothing in this world is for free so I’ll be sure to collect from you when the time comes.”

“Anyway, I’m sure you must know despite your Jewish belief the existence of the Holy Trinity. See, they weren’t exactly wrong about a trinity existing, but it’s more fragmenting the Absolute that is the almighty one’s power into three pieces. The first piece being The Father themselves, or as I like to put it the man with far too many names. The second piece is the physical avatar or incarnation of the divine one in human form known as The Son of God. And the final piece being the eternal energy and acting force that’s known as the Holy Spirit, or as you refer to it as Shekhinah.”

“Are you insinuating that Shekhina is related to the quintessence force that imprinted onto my soul and is the sore reason why I have an abnormal biological and spiritual energy? Cause I already came to the conclusion about that theory long ago after realizing my own plethora of powers these past months. Making all those months where I experimented vigorously to the degree I went with Pleroma brilliant in hindsight.” You remark, continuing to sway your goddess incarnation with your subtle movements. Really playing on your e-thottery as you take into account Sarina’s mannerisms and behavior. If there was one thing this conversation gave you is the insight into Sarina’s narcissistic personality and superiority goddess complex. Just perfect for you to take advantage of Stacie Sulman.

“That’s right, as you came to realize the divine spark or the esoteric essence of the Pneuma residing in everything in creation, opening the seal of Solomon and pulling out the book put you down the path that inevitably led to this point. Two-thirds were already present within you, becoming more prevalent upon exposing yourself to the Pleroma and meeting with the embodiment of order and son of God. Or should I say the daughter of god in this case? Gender is irrelevant for divine beings like yours truly.” Sarina scoffs, touching her cleavage as she poises herself like the spitting image of a spoiled princess but goddess in her case.

“So, you’re saying the Son of God and the Holy Spirit is present inside of me.” You ask, keeping up your posing as you start connecting the dots. “Does that make the presence the Father then?”

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“Correct. Though more or less completing the bare requirements, portions of the presence’s essence are within you via the Aeon. Not enough to ascend to godhood but just enough to be a sufficient enough agent/stand-in for the Presence if worst comes to past. “ Sarina nods. “Though if it came down to it, Micheal and Lucifer rather work together than leave the governance of reality to a seventeen-year-old girl.

“Yeah, that sounds about right. The old generation doesn’t wanna leave it to the newer one if given the chance.” You reflect, folding your arms, and rolling your eyes at putting up with authority. “So anyway why are you telling me all of this?

“Simple, I want you to be aware of your unique standing, both as a balancer between order and chaos, darkness and light, good and evil, the Absolute and the Abyss (Primordial Ocean) and now...The duality of the trinity.” Before you had the time to question what Sarina meant by those words, a sudden surge of black and silvery gray energy manifests around the pure white miniature sun.

Exposing these additional energies caused the orb to expand to humongous degrees. At the mere act of blinking, the colossal orb tremendously compresses itself into a spiraling sphere no different than a glorified basketball. Casually passing it towards you it immediately sinks into your chest, straight to your heart and soul. At first, you were met with an ominous silence but a sharp jolt to your pain receptor soon broke the silence. Following a series of oscillating pulsation and convulsions, your body quickly flares out from the absurdly overabundant of energy and essence. Leaving Sarina making mystic hand gestures to direct more of her Pleroma into yourself.

“W-What’s going on?! I thought you agreed that you were going to let me have a more substantial intake of your Pleroma. Why are the Hysterema and Kenoma being added to it?!” You stuttered, once again finding yourself relapsing back to your previous experience. Putting s djinn spin on your “wish” as you were becoming supremely swole but it came with all the imposing downsides and ramifications as you were becoming more bestial.

>>4525915

“I did and like I promised I’m giving you as much of the Pleroma you can handle. However, my Pleroma comes with direct ties to both the Sunless Sea and the Edge of Chaos. So rather if you want it or not, both the Great Darkness (Hysterema) and White Void (Kenoma) that reside within you will foster and bloom forthwith. Far escalating from the fraction of the insurmountable and unfathomable power that I generously gave. So I’m rather curious how much darkness and nothingness can you withstand housing without becoming a true Demiurge. Though unlike my senpai the odds of you retaining your sphere of sentiency afterward are dangerously low. The silver lining, a primeval embodiment akin to the Great Beast of Revelation is far more likely to be banished to the Sunless Sea or Edge of Chaos than trapped within the Source Wall like dear Perpetua.” Waggling her finger in a nagging mother, Sarina once again displayed a rather patronizing if not mischievously callous and aloof demeanor over your blight. You couldn’t get upset since you literally was making deals with the devil for more power. Still, you wished she gave you a heads up as you tried to suppress the escalating savagery bubbling up inside of you. Causing you to drop to your knees, clinching your gut as your body continuously bulks up.

“But don’t fall into despair yet. If you’re truly closest to being my other half in the infinite multiverse, then you can pull off becoming Adam Kadmon ("Primordial/Supreme Man”). A divine light without vessels, pure potential, the collective essence of the soul known as yechidah. Achieving the balance between your animal soul (nefesh habehamit) and divine soul (nefesh ha'elokit) surely should be within your potential, thus opening your descent into the Adam Kadmon.”Sarina reassures you, gently patting you on your head. “Awaken to whom you once were...Sophia….or should I say Ophis.”

“Embrace the unholy trinity of The Beast of Revelation/Apocalypse known as The False Prophet, The Dark Messiah that is the Antichrist, and the Advisory of God, The Devil. After all... Two-thirds are already present within you.”Trailing off in suspense, Sarina’s eyes began to ominous glow as she continues to excessively pump you with more of the Pleroma and by proxy the others as well.

“Well actually, the Beast of the Sea 666 (Trihexa) resides within you has deeper teething than the Beast of the Earth, but Both Beasts (Leviathan & Bahamut) are forever intertwined with you. Right down to your core. Courtesy of the Great Beast remnant, though in my opinion remnant wouldn’t do it any justice as it now bloomed into a beautifully monstrous embodiment of the primordial darkness and abyss found in the void. Not just chaos.” It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that this version of yourself was the antithesis of everything you acquired so far. Truly living up to the dark incarnation as her power continues to oozes inside of you like one big lighting rod-like sponge.

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>>4525933
breaking it up a bit to give reference to this https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Worldkillers_(Prime_Earth) which is once again DC's attempt to cash in on concepts such as Wold Breaker Hulk https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Worldbreakers_(Earth-15513) https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Bruce_Banner_(Earth-10223)

Also if it wasn't clear, your dark incarnation has taken a lot of pages from this character. https://the-boys.fandom.com/wiki/Stormfront

>>4525946
>>4525933

It made you question if she still has her familiar or more likely assimilated her. In fact, you didn’t feel any other presence but Sarina’s. Despite housing such terrifying Worldkiller/Worldbreaker essence not once did she show any signs of becoming a beast of calamity or revealing her presence as an avatar of a dark god. If you needed any proof that your goddess incarnation was the real deal, it wouldn’t get any better than this. Honestly, in your current state, you were trying your absolute best to keep yourself together in basically housing a primordial goddess’s power into yourself while forcibly incubating a primordial monstrous entity within.

So with that, it was perhaps fair that you didn’t immediately ask what she meant by the words “returning to being Ophis”. But as we speak you could feel your intellect fading as you continuously intake the insurmountable and ubiquitous presence and raw essence into your form. The slightest show of weakness and/or wavering was honestly enough for the power to fully overlap and take over completely. Thus, physically, mentally, and even spiritually you fully commit to housing it in all of its entirety inside in every extremity. That didn’t stop your face to shift to sprouting a muzzle and resembling a monster girl inspired chimera of both the Leviathan and Bahamut.

For what seems like an eternity on a multiverse scale you continuously underwent the same destruction and recreation of your body until it was fully remodeled into a sufficient vessel. Pushing yourself constantly beyond your limits escalated your recovery and adaptive ability, bolstering your resilience to endure this hellish trial. Every fiber of your entire being was forced to make the impossible possible as you gave away to housing the third entity within yourself. It’s only when you recall the first time you transformed into Sophia and awakened that your body gradually acclimates and undergo the necessary refinement process.

Eventually, it finally came to an end as your body after routinely exceeding its current limitations and adapting into a new form reconstructed your genetic code to the necessary stature. Achieving an invulnerable body as a side boon, both your animal soul and divine soul achieved an iron-clad impasse between one another. As a result, your current appearance was fully humanized, abet now stuck at around roughly ten feet and five tons. Due to your now immensely powerful physiology and biological power, you find yourself truly living up to the apocalyptic doomsday that you find yourself as the beast of the sea. Simultaneously the darken divinity that was Sarina was completely residing within in all of its fashion.

>>4526007

Having made herself a couch during the long-winded process and ripping a portal in space-time to the moment you lost your divine connection, Sarina immediately siphoned that lost power. Effectively fulfilling the prophecy and avoiding any loose ends as she turns her eyes to you. “ Wow~ Look at you. Once again, you managed to make a miracle happened. Not only did you take the entirety of my Pleroma but you managed to fully transition into becoming the next Beast of the Sea AND complete the unholy trinity. Now the Great Darkness and White Void is truly connected to you. You have much to be proud of.”

Looking at her with glowing blue eyes, hiding the bloodshot properties and leviathan characteristics, you merely growl for a moment. Fully primeval while retaining your full intellect as you usher in your pulsating power trapped firmly within your genetic makeup. At the moment you feel like you couldn’t shrink yourself down to your normal appearance. Unsurprisingly as the hulking beefcake that is the beast of the sea was constantly looming over you. Overriding the leviathan within you as it has ascended. Speaking of overriding, in addition to your parallel copies when using Sopha, you found yourself having another transformation in the form of “Ophis”.

Putting aside testing your changes, you tower over Sarina as she finishes clean up. “Trihexa, want answers. Trihexa wants to know who are you?” You gruffly demand, mentally confused at how your conversation skills became so simpleminded as you were no different than a cavewoman. An unstoppable juggernaut of a cavewoman. That and why you referred to yourself as Trihexa, but there were far more pressing problems.

“Oh look at that you can still speak after that. Well, at least it’s better off than your bimbo talk previously back in space.”Sarina teases, changing the subject as you merely growl ferociously in response. “Funny thing to ask me when I told you my entity.”

“Answer Trihexa!” You bellow, slamming your foot down as it makes a massive earthquake from your overwhelming raw power. Having enough control you didn’t find yourself swelling further or showing any animalistic attributes. Still, you had to be careful as the slightest exertion could involuntary cause your muscles to overinflate to contain the excess raw energy and power. Your body was rather thorough in keeping every drop of that Pleroma and godly essence contained, through any means necessary.

“As I said, I am the second incarnation of Pralaya, the chosen one of Perpetua, beloved one of the Great Darkness and the White Void.” In response to her explanation, you suddenly place your hand against a solidified wall of dimensional space, pinning Sarina as you pull off a kabedon on her. Letting your actions speak for yourself you thoroughly pressed the goddess to get serious.

>>4526059
>>4523609

“Trihexa may be simple like a barbarous bimbo but Trihexa isn’t stupid. Trihexa experienced the patronizing dark goddess’s Pleroma. Far more potent and vast than a mere avatar or champion representative. Even if you goddess, it wouldn’t be on par with Tiamat or Shikhina, arguably even stronger. Trihexa also knows the narcissistic goddess wouldn’t let her be anyone’s servant. She too proud for that.”

“How impudent, my how I have forgotten how Brazen and cheeky I can truly be.’ Sarina lightly smirks, keeping her cool despite being pinned by you “It’s as you assume, although I hold those titles and the ramifications they care, I’m nobody’s puppet or errand girl. So I’ll introduce myself properly.”

With a slight grasp of your hand, Sarina immediately lifts you up, catching you by surprise as you sensed the Ouroburous once again, this time coming off from the goddess as she manhandles you onto the couch. After dusting her attire, she takes to pin you as she sits on your lap. You soon find yourself meeting a devilish smile and soul-piercing gaze. “I’m Sarina Rosenfield, a Gnostics who tapped into her full potential and ascended into the realm of the gods. A supreme being (Adam Kabdamon) who has taken the moniker The Adversary of God... Be it the Demiurge or the true Almighty One, I oppose and rebel against any divinity or deity that stands in my way of satisfying my bottomless hedonism. A hunger that’s so strong that it transcends the destructive force that drives extinction and consumes all into emptiness. Hence why I’m so loved by the aspects that exist before the concepts of gods. Choosing to reject my humanity, being reborn as the Serpent of Eden (Ouroboros/Ophis), and the instrument of nothingness that transcends creation and destruction, my name is…” Placing her right hand against your chin, tilting it up till you meet her dragon eyes. Those red eyes glow ominously as the symbol of the adversary shows itself on her slit pupils, her sclera becoming pitch black.

“Satanael, the antithesis of all creation. Or the Anti-God, either works. Though I’d prefer being called Satania-chan, it’s far cuter for someone as beyond perfection such as myself~” Sarina cutely smile, mimicking a moe gap expression all while sticking out her tongue.

>>4526063

“Congratulations, you passed the transformation into Adam Kadmon. I’m really glad that I have taken a major gamble reaching you in this space between dimensions and feeding into your lust and hunger for power. Nevertheless, your fate is now sealed. Whether you become just like me and being another Satan, or joining the Presence and becoming his successor. Either way, it’s inevitable that you still haven’t fully ascended to godhood. Perhaps some part of you is still holding on to your humanity, clinging to the final anchors that keep you stationed in the material world. It’s amusing to see how long that will last.”Sarina smiles, trailing her fingers against your rock hard body while staring at your eyes. Subtly confirming that her narcissistic tendencies did in fact made her infatuated with herself, especially any version that can earn the goddess praise and acknowledgment.

“Fred not, you’re still in your youthful rebellion stage. Sooner or later you’ll come to see my way is truly the correct path. To fully detach yourself from trivial things that defined your humanity, truly ascending to where you belong. Or submit and be assimilated into me, becoming apart of the infinite void. Either outcome is inevitable and within my field of preference.”

>How do you respond/act to your dark goddess incarnation?

And since we’re going to be jumping into another timeskip soon.

>What do you do after being sent to Dinosaur Island/Savage Lands with Starfire?


(If nobody comes up with anything by the next day, I’ll throw out some suggestions on both questions. Either way, congratulations on now being the DC Hulk AND being an avatar to your dark goddess self in all of her entirety.)

>>4526068
Meant Worldbreaker Hulk for specific >>4523556 while still feeling the equal footing to these as well even if you finally find a way to depower yourself from your world-destroyer/killer form.

>>4526068
>How do you respond/act to your dark goddess incarnation?
"...Trihexa feels sorry for you. All that power, and no one to help you indulge in it with. No one to worship you...or love. Fear, maybe. But not love."
"Maybe been so long since you've been able to unleash your true self, or as much as you can while having reality beg for mercy at your sheer presence."
:Intimately brush a hand against her cheek:
"Trihexa willing to show you her own path and her love, while also 'stretching'. Trihexa willing to show you love while she's still here."
"Here, Trihexa and Satania have all the time in the world...we should make it count."

Yes, I am in essence trying to rope our evil goddess self into having kaiju sex with us, while showing that while might become like her, we'll still have our own path, one that has love in it. No, I am not expecting a heel turn if this succeeds, just possibly some fap fuel and a weird show of defiance.

>>4526068
>What do you do after being sent to Dinosaur Island/Savage Lands with Starfire?

Shit, forgot about this. I'm assuming she's going to be tagging along, so maybe help each other with training, whether it be fighting or getting used to our new might/powers.

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>>4526111
Going to keep waiting but it's still surprising that nobody came up with anything else as of yet.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Therion_(Thelema)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Therion
In the meantime, I was considering switching the naming scheme to Therlon or Thelema in addition to Trihexa after discovering this nugget. Especially after this line

>Now ye shall know that the chosen priest & apostle of infinite space is the prince-priest the Beast, and in his woman called the Scarlet Woman is all power given.

That's basically describing your relationship with yourself with you being The Beast and Satania/Sarina being the Scarlet Woman. My sympathy to Tiamat and Shekhina as they have to wrestle with Satania over influence/control over you

Also, I'm a dumb dumb for not bringing up Panthera when coming up for Pantheona as it's both a callback to black cats in magic/occult and Nanako/Hana given her defacto form and pet panther.

I see gods fights in the future

>>4526726
Either Man Trying to be Gods (Dr. Ivo, Dr. Destiny, Dr. Light), Primordial Threats related to gods (The Titans of Myth, Trigon, Eclipso/The Original Beast of Revelation ) or Literal Fallen/Evil Gods (Aries/Hades, Perpetua, Pralaya). At least one of these will be your themed season by the time we get to that point.

Also considering a Titans Tomorrow Special/Mini-Arc with Superwoman (Sarina/Satania) leading the charge. Or a Triad between her, Dark Angel, and Lord Chaos. Still in debate for that plotline.

Also due to your actions, the Unholy Triad Trinity (Lucifer, Beelzebub, and Astaroth) and the holy counterpart of Michael, Raphael, Gabriel will be paying a visit in the future alongside Dr. Fate or The Spector. It's another thing on my debating list. Either way, this is just the end result when you try and be the universe's biggest E-thot, much less the Multiverse and getting everyone to simp for you.

>>4526623
Seriously, you'd think they'd try to bury my suggestion under other ones, or maybe at least point out why it's a bad idea while throwing out better ones, but oh well.

>>4526786
Or support it if they want to get things moving along but it's whatever.

>>4526623
L-Sama: ...oh...oh wow...I had honestly forgotten this part...and how good it was...:) <3
SLR: So, I'm thinking a Cross Bomber to Sarena when she gets back.
PIB: Tempting, but hear me out first.
PIB: We show her *our* love.
SLR: I'm sorry
SLR: what
SLR: did you just
SLR: more less suggest
SLR: that we do the Wild Thing
SLR: with our protege?
SLR: I believe this is what the mortals nowadays call a "bruh" moment .
SLR: Also, I'm getting the spray bottle.
PIB: Not THAT kind of love, you weirdo! I meant the motherly/sisterly kind!
SLR: Oh.
PIB: ...well, maybe that kind you were thinking of, as a last resort.
SLR: Hah! And thus Chaos shows it's true degeneracy!
PIB: Oh, that's rich, considering I wasn't even thinking it until YOU brought it up!

At this point, it devolves into an internet flame war, with Satania in the background just lying back and letting the drama unfold, while eating some popcorn.

>>4526623
You guys can still make suggestions for things to do both in response to your darker incarnation and during your stay at dinosaur land once she sends you back in a stable time loop for 4 months of training in tandem with your space travel. But I'm going to have you guys start the die roll. 3d100 rolls this time.

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>>4526828
And this post is for making rolls for Starfire if any of you guys want to do that as well. Uses the same 3d100 die rolls/

Rolled 5, 6, 36 = 47 (3d100)

>>4526828

Rolled 1, 67, 79 = 147 (3d100)

>>4526833

>>4526856
O O F

Sorry Star, I was honestly expecting that to happen to us.

Rolled 5, 97, 38 = 140 (3d100)

>>4526828
Well for our thankfully 4 months in the prehistoric jungles I think we should get the basics down. Learning how to use our new powers, adapting to literally being basically a worldkiller/breaker or whatever our doomsday x hulk form goes as. Maybe gain enough our humanity to be normal size or at least speak normally. Finding Tannin should be another goal. As well as doing meditation and spiritual stuff to balance ourselves between being a demigoddess and the beast of revelation. Pushing our limits is good if only knowing just how much we can handle before going full ferocious beast and hulking out like an angry lunatic. Getting our fundamental is ideal and the soon we can do it the quicker we can go to Themyscira to get our divine spirits back. I wanna see Cassie and Donna anyway and make a Wonder Woman style birds of prey anyway to go with our gothic sirens. Also lets tame some dinosaurs and be goddess of the savage lands. I want all of the Jurassic Park and Godzilla hijinks qm.