#abovedivinity

Send Ö And I'll Share A Muse I'd Consider RPing

LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY MAN.

Alan Wake - Alan Wake / Remedyverse

i have seen the worst that humanity has to offer… and yet i'm still standing.

The mechanized tone is level, almost human in its low and meandering dulcet sound. Ultron's one vanity that they held onto, the one aspect that it would offer humanity a superiority on in evolution. Tone determined so much in their speech. For now, it conveyed an indifference.

"Perhaps. Perhaps when others look upon you, what they see is the worst humanity has to offer. All I see is a man so plagued by weakness he has recognized the superiority of steel. Adopting it as his face to hide away the broken and scarred shape with the ageless brutalism offered only by those like me composed of pure metal."

Those unchanging, unblinking, soulless red optics scan with an unfeeling observation. Doom is feared by man, but machine does not fear, nor does it kneel any longer to such inferior beings of existence.

There's a difference in their posture, the way a man holds himself is emblematic of the status he knows he controls. The other is bold, regal, confident. Reed Doom is meek by comparison, subtle and cautious-- There also lies much difference in their loadout so to speak. Reed Doom could tell the more rod-spined man wore a full suit of armor, standing tall against all who would stand against him, prepared for everything. Reed Doom wore just the mask, forced upon his face with hot burning iron. Forced to be locked away from the man who he used to be.

Of course, Reed Doom doesn't give him much more than a long stare before practically walking passed him, continuing on in his work in this place. Paying little mind to the other's odd appearance, or the near mirror image of their masks.

didn't ask for or hint at wanting a thing in the slightest but I wanted to get weird with it so fuck u (lovingly)

A slave to the narrative, oh poor Victor von Doom has such tragic a backstory as any other. If the comics ever decided which one they wished to truly go with, or what goal he truly wanted to serve. Of course, that was the duty of these "roleplayers" wasn't it? to put themselves in the shoes of another, to play the part, to figure out what was true to form and what was assassination.

"I will admit to some bias, it has yet to find its way onto the silver screen. And that which has is somewhat... Lacking, to a point. So it's flown under the radar. From whence are we reading, Mister Doom?"

Idly flipping pages, the odd shape of Mordren doesn't let his proper attention fall onto the fellow being of fiction while he peruses every page for something that might be useful. Oh how he had wished for this, the normalcy, the spectacle! To mean something, to be something, somebody. Though, he supposed settling for being Nobody was working quite interestingly so far.

The emptiness that lay before them represents not destruction, but potential. Eson looks onward at more than just the stars, but all of reality within the multiverse as it was, still in a state of healing. The Cosmos as it was had seen many a reset, and each of the Hosts had seen the birth and death through to the end, predating even the abstractum that inhabited it all know as concepts.

They were the ones who broke the First Firmament to create life as it would come to be known. It was their leader, the One Above All (The Celestial, not the Source of All Things), who lead their great rebellion against the Firmament and the Aspirants.

This was not a being who knew nostalgia, or emotion as it could be known by mankind. Cold, calculating, indifference. Yet he knew the morality of wanting to create a better reality than what had been created for them. Upon his palm sits the good doctor himself. Restored by his nemesis, living in a time of redemption now after giving all he had to save creation.

"It is noble/brave/honorable to do what you have done." Ill placed, tainted by personal bias, but the attempt was real. Below his palm, the Earth and all her curvature-- Bathed in the cool glow of the array of her billowing white clouds and the light of the sun. A marvel, restored to life despite all the suffering.