On Heading Somewhere...

[tis_disapproval]

Do not see this as cause for celebration. The extent of my co-operation has its limits.

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Have a mage that makes Flemeth look normal. :3

[warring_triad]

Oh, but celebration is so much fun~! I always love an excuse to see some fireworks~!

Morrigan disbelieves such possibilities...

[tis_disapproval]

Be that as it may, such foolishness holds no allure for me.

Oh, give him time.

[warring_triad]

[He just cackles, floating up off the ground slightly, floating on his back as if lounging on something.]

Oh come on, toots, loosen up~! BLOW SOMETHING UP! [And with that, he waves a hand over his head with a wispy grin. Of course, as he does so, a cascade of blue explosions fill the sky overhead.]

[tis_disapproval]

Is chaos truly so fulfilling? Something as fleeting as it is explosive?

[warring_triad]

Chaos is but the opening act, my dear. A means to an end. Destruction is the only thing with meaning. All things in existence are hurtling toward the same sweet oblivion.

Hopes... dreams... where do they come from? Who knows, but they all end in destruction. I am the god of that destruction, the god of mercy, avatar of power.

And you, my child, have been given the gift of my influence. You are an angel of death. Embrace your destiny and become the cure to all pain and suffering!

[tis_disapproval]

Were you truly a god, you would have better things to occupy your time with, than me... And power - true power - does not end in the inevitability of destruction. It creates. It forms... Just as it can be harnessed and controlled.

Who, I wonder, shall place the reins upon you, like some errant, dancing pony?

Don't mind him. He has a flair for the flashy.

[warring_triad]

Such a tongue on this one... I love breaking the feisty ones~!

[He grins, pantomiming pulling something out of the ground in order to summon a gigantic demon.]

Creation is pointless in the face of destruction. Why cling so feverishly to life when death comes for us all? [A light envelopes him as he assumes his more celestial form.]

If you will not worship my all encompassing truth and spread my gift of destruction, then you will feel oblivion's welcoming embrace.

[tis_disapproval]

It has nothing to destroy without creation - and you speak to one who is mother to the soul of an Old God.

Do not assume me a willing partner for subjugation.

[Cue ALL THE THINGS learnt during the aftermath of a fight against archdemon, darkspawn and while in a mysterious spooky interdimensional city of doom or wherever the Eluvian led off to. None of which are liable to be too healthy for anything standing in front of her.]

I did not come here to consult with fools.

[warring_triad]

All was born of the Void, and all shall return to it. So you gave birth to a possessed kid. Whoopty-doo. Me? I devoured the souls of three gods!

I am the Warring Triad incarnate! The ultimate triumvirate of power! I have a passing thought and the universe bows to my whim!

[...Okay, so that made quick work of the demon. But Kefka himself is far from kicking the bucket. He waves a finger in Morrigan's general direction, causing a beam of pure energy to shoot down from the sky, cutting a deep gash into the ground as it closes in on Morrigan's location.]

None can escape the Light of Judgement for long!

[onemoredeath]

Is that so?

[tis_disapproval]

Quite.

[onemoredeath]

What shall you do then? Would you rather stay away from the mess?

[tis_disapproval]

My desires... Have rarely been compatible with circumstances - this, evidently, has not changed.

But, as always, I shall weather whichever oncoming storm approaches.

[onemoredeath]

It seems to be the consensus when people come here.

Have luck with that.

[tis_disapproval]

'Tis more a matter of ability, than luck.

[onemoredeath]

I think a little luck does help. In cases when things are never suppose to go a certain way and yet do.

[tis_disapproval]

Power changes things, not fortune. Life is too fleeting to trust in matters of the intangible.

[onemoredeath]

Power is fleeting as well.

[tis_disapproval]

Power is the only certainty which matters. It endures... One must only learn to handle it properly.

[onemoredeath]

Then those I have met only had false power.

[scintillates]

Come on, it can't be that terrible.

[tis_disapproval]

You really should not say such things...

[birdhousesoul]

My scribe's fairly jumping for joy.

That usually means trouble.

[tis_disapproval]

Bards seem prone to over-excitement, yes... I had to travel with one.

Inducing some form misery to temper her idealism was more of a community service than anything I've witnessed the Chantry engage in.