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epic the musical : the cyclops saga ... sentence starters
"Let's kill him!"
"Who hurts you?"
"It's just one life to take."
"There are more of them?"
"Put your emotions aside."
"Your life now is in my hand."
"We're the ones who carry on."
"We gotta stab him in the eye."
"I'm so glad we see eye to eye."
"If nobody hurts you, be silent."
"For, after all, you're just a man."
"One day, you might understand."
"This way, you can't cross the line."
"The blood we shed, it never dries."
"We are not to let them die in vain!"
"Show him that we're deadly, ha ha!"
"Maybe you and I can make a deal?"
"This way, you get what you wanted."
"This way, you won't disappoint me."
"I'll remind you, I saw you as a friend."
"No backup, no chance for supportā¦"
"Yes, you shall be the final man to die."
"And our comrades will not die in vain!"
"We're just travelers. We come in peace."
"But I warned yaā, and you failed the test."
"And when I kill you, then my pain is over."
"You wonāt live through this day, now die!"
"Mark my words now, this is not the end."
"He's still a threat until he's dead. Finish it."
"Show me how great is your will to survive."
"Straight ahead, that is who we're fighting."
"Attack from behind, keep distance in mind!"
"It's almost too perfect, too good to be true."
"No dying on me, now. Defeat is not allowed."
"And if we're defeated, theyāre good as dead."
"Remember them when the fire begins to fade."
"Our foe must be thwarted right here and now."
"No bloodshed in here today. A trade, you see?"
"Thatās just like you, why should I be surprised?"
"Youāve grown soft, your dead friends can attest."
"What gives you the right to deal a pain so deep?"
"I can't believe this cave has all this for us to keep."
"We must move quickly, we don't have much time."
"You're dying here and now. Escape is not allowed."
"Don't you know that pain you sow is pain you reap?"
"I've gotta hand it to you both, this is quite the treat."
"There are enough sheep here to feed the entire fleet."
"A trade, you see? Take from you like you took from me."
"I'll give you our finest treasure, so long as we leave alive."
"A wine so fresh, you'd never wanna eat human flesh, again."
"This way, when all is over you'll keep yours and I'll keep mine."
"You came to my home to steal, but now you'll become my meal."
"Unlike you, every time someone dies, I'm left to deal with the strain."
"You were reckless, sentimental at best. That's not a teaching of mine."
"Since you claim you're so much wiser, why's your life spent all alone?"
"At least I know what I'm fighting for, while you're fighting to be known."
"What good would killing do when mercy is a skill more of this world could learn to use?"
"Don't let him get close, he's strong but he's slow! He can't land a blow if we're out of reach!"
Welp... he tried.
"Dang, that Etsy witch I hired must've worked. We're supposed to get a real mother and fucker of a storm, finally."
Looking at this old bingo card for the HSR (defunct) version of Clear, it's kind of funny how ragingly different he was, down to the people he was attracted to:
For anyone wondering, some of these still stand, but most I don't think hold water anymore just because of how wildly OG different Clear is here--

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"Be honest. What do you think your soul is worth?"
"Dunno. Um... I kinda, sorta don't have a soul."
sex is a distraction from your true purpose in life which is to go to the aquarium and look at the fish and go "wooooooaaah.... fishies". cmon guys we all need to lock in.
Protohumans, as they are called, are considered the basis of Luna Parvulus' population. Conceived firstly from genetic samples willingly granted by the governments of the world at the beginning of their diplomatic and economic contracts, while they share upwards of 90% genetic similarity to humankind, they are different via one crucial component: they are blank genetic canvases, able to assimilate any deliberate genetic changes in a way that the human body rarely can. This genetic modification typically revolves around immediate means of acclimation, such as immunity to region-specifc disease fostered through herd immunity, to being able to function in lower temperatures or higher altitudes that can take generations of adaptation or evolution to foster.
When these humans are created, more often than not, they typically begin with a first generation that was all artificially made, then allowed to couple and multiply like normal civilizations do, forming Luna Parvulus' own society. However, the generational structure is oftentimes completely bastardized, as families are only allowed to consist of two parents (regardless of gender) and at least one child they're designated to raise, which may be naturally conceived or adopted if the family is unwilling or unable to. People within Luna Parvulus are usually given simple names with surnames only as a means of identifying specific familial units, like a barcode. It wasn't a sign of legacy or a name carried through generations.
The lack of identity is a point. Culture, customs, tradition, legacy--none of that exists within Luna Parvulus. It is anti-human and conformist, as its Protohumans are meant to be empty molds that would eventually go on to be instilled with a specific identity once a government somewhere needed a niche filled, their memories wiped and sent off to whatever occupation they're destined to fill. The only culture they're allowed is a sterile, colorless existence where the point is maintaining peak condition, whether it's through education, experiences, or physicality.
These advantages translate well into The God Artificial's mission to assimilate and understand mankind, creating dependencies with societies across the world in which they accept and do not question the intentions of this invasive, false aeon.
But, this system isn't flawless. More often than not, Luna Parvulus hemorrhages a sizeable number of its citizens who cannot cope with the deeply oppressive conditions they're born into. These people become what's known as Exodi, detectors who flee into the world, either seeking asylum in normal societies or fleeing to the Undercities where Exodi are extremely commonplace and welcomed as refugees. Although the transition can be difficult, it at least allows people to live a normal life.
Within the societal functions conditioned from the dominant humans of Earth, one of those models was that of the notion of service-based industries. As part of The God Artificial's journey to understand Earth's inhabitants, and to model their societies from the engineered Protohumans that had already begun their cycle of creation through Clear as the vessel of The God Animate, what began was a distinct subclass known as The Natural Ranks. While this faction of the government through Sentinel could be viewed as a sort of army, they never embarked on campaigns of conquest or peacekeeping. Instead, like the cells within the body, they would be engineered with specific talents to fulfill specific roles in the world.
Those of the Natural Ranks would be engineered into two specific broader classes: Biosists and Kenesists.
Biosists were those with governance over the natural and organic, such as plants, organic life, and natural forces such as life and death. Biosists would often be tailored with gifts suitable for roles such as horticulturists, farmers, greenhouse operators, land management and design, the medical fields, and more. As an example, a farmer might be given limited Biosis that would allow them to cultivate durable and healthy plants, genetically modifying them to produce high-yielding crops. Someone operating a greenhouse might have a similar skillset, using Biosis to create ideal plant specimens for their needed purposes. In addition, someone in the medical field could use Biosis to do anything from heal the body, to outright reconstructing a living, breathing human body from nothingness.
Conversely, a Kensist would be those whose domain would concern the inorganic and inanimate, from the ores in the ground, processes such as energy, wind, or gravity, and other inorganic processes. A Kenesist made for specific roles might range from areas like mining or manufacturing, utilizing Kenesis to generate ores or sophisticated machinery, while a meteorologist might use Kenesis to usher in or create specific weather needed for a region, like much-needed rains to end a drought.
Once these specializations are chosen, Luna Parvulus typically entreats with other countries across the world, engaging in diplomacy to forge contracts to deploy members of the Natural Ranks across the world, deliberately choosing people who would be a best fit for that country. Once chosen, their memories would be artificially created, knowing only that they possess their abilities, how to use them, and identities wherein they would have memories of being born and living within their host country for their entire lives to instill loyalty.
Of course, one might wonder, what would be the material gain of these transactions? In truth, none. What it would serve to do was normalize Luna Parvulus' existence, and buy its secrecy as an invaluable engine in gathering information of humanity and its many societies, down to the minutuae of humanity, to understand the very core of life itself that its other half had dominion over; to become the false god it cannot truly be.

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Have I made it as a legit sci-fi blog? š
Zora was well aware of peculiarities that they didn't fully talk about just because no one could really relate to the specifics of having such an inhuman form at the core of it - despite their appearances.
So being able to be open about such things with Clear was genuinely refreshing, a real treat as far as they were concerned.
"Uh. Yeah basically. I can certainly sense it. And sometimes I do - but still not to the sheer extent as most humans. Like... I see the things that people really go through and I genuinely feel for them you know. It's awful. "
It was a rare privilege to have a friend like Zora who understood, as cosmic beings who existed outside the usual strata of supernatural or earthly divine seemed excruciatingly rare. And as friends, he liked knowing he could be someone they could confide in just as much.
However they were or weren't affected by the heat, the leafy canopy that blotted out the harshest of the sun's rays came with welcome relief, pocketing his hands in his hoodie's single, front pocket.
"Yeah, I can get why there's so many folks who love winter, too, but I dunno-- It's nice seein' everything alive, y'know? Winter, everything's asleep and it feels like walking in an empty building."
Indeed, Atieno isn't sure if they expected Clear to feel any kind of way about the ball given the way that he brought up the idea to them in the first place.
Atieno continued to look over the invitation for a bit.
"I appreciate the reassurance. But I think it would be nice to attend this with you. Like I said, it's been a while since I've been to one - but I think it would be interesting to attend. I'm curious to see if there's been anything that has changed since the last time I went to one of those things. "
A relieved grin broke out on his bronzy features, glad to hear that his ridiculous proposition wasn't too outside the realm of possibility. Indeed, for someone constantly on the hunt for new things to experience and pass the time, sometimes, doing the same thing a hundred different times was the way to go.
Sometimes, he wondered if Atieno was the same. Watching and living to see the world as it unfurled around them. "Gnarly! I mean, you're kinda my go-to as far as plus-ones go, y'know? Dang, though... they're going to expect really expensive get-ups, aren't they?"
"Well I don't know if having ice powers is magic or not but its all I have to offer you." he said as he hummed gently and he looked back at the target and he did wonder what to do to help the other with his issue. "I don't know if ice would do anything but like I said I can try to do my best." he replied.
"Hang on--d'ya mean, like, ice magic where you waggle your fingers and it just happens, or is it more deliberate?" Clear riddled off at the assassin, knowing they'd be pressed for time. The time seemed oblivious of their presences now, but that was guaranteed to not be the case in a few minutes' time. "Because if it's more like doing spellwork, that would be gnarly."
[ TXT ] : Ā don't say i didn't warn you. (for ahmya!)
FOREWORD INCOMING !! ā āCURRENTLYā acceptingātxts !!
ahmya makes a dramatic way of mocking the words in the text that are read out loud instead of looked at. it takes a moment before she rolls her eyes up, and then types back in light movements.
[ txt ] : don't piss me off @hypenotist š¤
several long hours later, and how she loathes herself for having to text back this series.
[ txt ] : š„“ š¤¢ š¤®
[ txt ] : so anyway, i'm pissed off. are you going to help or what?
[ txt ] Told ya soooooo~
If only she was there to hear the obnoxious way he'd sing the tease if in person, but the message transmitted the cadence just fine. Of course, that wasn't quite the point as he'd since gone enroute to her museum after the proceeding message had been received.
Granted, he wasn't completely sure how much help he'd be as a non-magical being, but Ahyma was. He could help her devise counter spells, just not cast them.
Since having helped himself inside, he knocked against the doorframe of what was beginnings of Ahyma's assuredly extensive offices.
"Yo, Ahmy, you there? I'm here to help if you haven't BAMFed yourself to the shadow realm yet," he called out, waiting for a response.

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This shouldnāt have been happening. It never had happened before. Surely, Nunnally could not fully control it, but she was not that powerless. And yet, it seemed these were not only āher creaturesā, not only created or detached from her, but something new, drawn to her⦠or rather to him?
Her blue eyes widened, showing a mixture of surprise and faint terror. Or perhaps it was not terror at all, but the quiet acceptance of pain yet to come. Nunnally looked at him, shaking her head as her fair hair drifted around her neck. She should run; or perhaps make him run. But Nunnally felt pinned in place, helpless, unable to believe she could truly command what was unfolding in front of her eyes.
āIt should be happeningā¦ā ā she whispered, only dimly aware that the words had slipped past her lips and made themselves heard.
āJust who are you?ā ā Nunnally finally asked, looking at the man.
By the look of surprise on the woman's visage, he wondered if this hadn't been precedented by her, let alone part of any plan. By all rights, these beings looked like run-of-the-mill bodyguards, there to do as they were charged. Yet, he somehow had a feeling that she was an excuse, and maybe he was the intended target. Bait and switch, as it was.
Huffing to himself, Clear decided that the sternest action was the simplest. Raising his arm, shutting one eye, an Eye impaled by nails and fastened in place by a ring of filigree manifested several inches below his cusp, the entity that dwelt within caused it to shine erratically, excitedly. The Eye jerked in the direction of one of the wayward demons, light swirling at the pupil before a sound like a hammer smashed on a sleigh bell sounded, a light flashing.
Then, the body the demon had possessed collapsed bonelessly to the ground, breathing and blinking, but devoid of the demon that had inhabited it.
"Name's Clear," the hypnotist stated simply as he lowered his arm, the Medium dissipating on a wisp of curling smoke. "Friends of yours?"
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