mikhail "doesn't care! He does whatever he wants!" (bolshoy) wrote in beyond_evo, @ 2020-02-17 18:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !plot: theia prime, aurora, havok, magik, reverie, shadowcat, skin, twinkle |
THE PARADOX OR OUR MINDS, TOO MUCH TO BELIEVE, TOO MUCH TO DENY
The battle was over before it even started. The Worldly Avatar had watched from the safety of the throne room as Mikhail's forces and the rebellion camp were squashed, running like dogs. Tailiv had been successful, as always. And he brought gifts.
His subjects had always been loyal, devout supplicants. They stood before him now in the antechamber of the citadel. Captain Taxxu and her guard. General Tailiv and his lieutenants. A half dozen robed and shrouded nobles in a line behind the throne where the Worldly Avatar sat. All of them extraneous; the Worldly Avatar was more than powerful enough to wipe them all out should he grow weary enough to break things for amusement.
He had felt the arrival long before a single mutant set foot on the planet's ground. Mikhail was an explosion to the Worldly Avatar's senses, like a shark to blood. It had been easy to rally forces, to send them to take Mikhail and finish what they started five years ago.
But Mikhail had brought him something better. Six other mutants from their camp. All of them shackled with collars; a piece of machinery made real thanks to Mikhail's extended stay on Theia Prime. The Worldly Avatar smiled, pleased with how easy it was to keep weaker powers down. And it excited him to know that there was more than just Mikhail.
He wanted more, having tasted the victory and been starved for years until now. Mutants were such fascinating creatures.
"Milksops," a voice started in, shrill and dripping with conceit. "You have all been given a gift. You have been humbled in the presence of one true power." The lithe form of Aten, the Right Hand to the Worldly Avatar, stepped forward. His arms stretched out gracefully, ceremoniously presenting the Worldly Avatar to the hostages.
The Worldly Avatar stepped off his dais. Small electrodes protruded from his temples, the base of his skull, the corner of his eyes. Just enough electric pulses to keep the brain alive with his current body. His consciousness was all that mattered. As long as there was an energy signature, he could be collected without a physical form. That was the mistake Mikhail made when he jumped from this planet, broken but alive. This mistake had allowed a resurgence of Theia Prime forces, for the battle to be turned to the Worldly Avatar's favor.
"An admirable attempt, but those of you who place your strength behind a traitor and usurper are bound to face the same wrath that is destined to befall him and his pathetic rebellion." The Worldly Avatar looked bored as he spoke, but where was the excitement when all the dogs were so easily muzzled? He waved them off as if standing was too much of an effort to give the mutants.
"Reverie," the Worldly Avatar said, dismissively, his expression neutral but curious. "If you would. I want information about where they are from, and who else the Chosen One brought with him."
As the hooded figure stepped past him, the Worldly Avatar addressed the captives, "You see, I have won Theia Prime. But why stop at one planet? I was destined to conquer all planets. I wish to know my enemies better than they know themselves."[ Open to HAVOK, MAGIK, SKIN, SHADOWCAT, AURORA, TWINKLE. Powers are off, they have suppression collars on.]