#illusionist keep

(Dialogue Heavy)

A new version, that will solve the problems.

Illusionist: "Halt you fucking go Keith, the hell you think you are doing, copying my original work? No, no." The paint god seems to slide with very little friction, coming into scene on the non-existent ground that only exists with the thought of it.

Keeper of Duality: "What are you standing on?" He looks down at Illusionist, knowing the rules of this realm very well.

Illusionist: "What?" He falls for the trick easily, looking down and then getting disappointed in himself, falling immediately before rushing back up.

Keeper of Duality: "Don't you think some change would be useful?" He asks, staring at the magical being, curious how he grappled up to some stones not there, and how he made his imagined platform have color.

Illusionist: "Stop trying to kill all characters you deem uninteresting! Won't work!"

Keeper of Duality: "No, I mean new lands, new planets, would that not be cool? Plus, I have a number of intentions of what to do to fix your land."

Illusionist: "Okay what is wrong with what is here?"

Keeper of Duality: "Where should I start?" He slams his hand into a wall to the side grabbing an armored troop, "With YOU." He tosses the troop downwards, looking at it. "Illusionist, how can you be so unsure about influences based on the world of 'users' that you speak of? Do you want the influences or not? And what about your creativity rule, do you want something inspired off of that world or not? Purge it, no more users who do not comply with creativity and inspirational only."

Illusionist: "Dwath is based off-"

Keeper of Duality: "He is very different, he gained inspiration from Undertale, but you know he does not act fully like Papyrus, not nearly enough to be a human version or AU Human version. And the color magic has shaped into something of its own."

Illusionist: "Huh, you are referring to it by name? Than what do you have against that user's references of names?"

Keeper of Duality: "HUMANS ACTED ONLY AS FALSE MAIN CHARACTERS SO YOU COULD GIVE HIM A STORY, NO PROGRESSION. YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS."

Illusionist: "And? You have only made every story conflicted, hell if a solid 'this is bad' and 'this is good' happens anymore."

Keeper of Duality: "Because of your lack of cooperation and our reliance on borrowed time. Give me solid time and construction and I promise you I will give the story we need, I just need to cut back on power scaling and make the FULL world have intractability."

Illusionist: "Does this include giving other people access to my characters?"

Keeper of Duality: "I can do it without that, but I will need to harm Segmentia and Nelchgotoy."

Illusionist: "How much are we talking when you say harm?"

Keeper of Duality: "Magic will become relevant when skill and patience is involved."

Illusionist: "Magic is relevant though."

Keeper of Duality: "Powers, fine, whatever the hell you want to call the colors and elements."

Illusionist: "To have mages defeat a Segmental? That would be a hell of a power trip."

Keeper of Duality: "No, more mages or very very powerful mages. I have a simple goal, more training in magic can make a mage more powerful, while the other groups start powerful but need more skill with each contraption."

Illusionist: "So both rely on upgrades? That is fine, you can make new places too, but do NOT over do it, else I have to use the Light button."

Keeper of Duality: "Also I am doinking all 5 of you idiots down to the mortal plane."

Illusionist: "5?"

Keeper of Duality: "You, Dark, Rayn, Satimelk, and Orbz?"

Illusionist: "Its my reality, I can visit, and how Orbz?"

Keeper of Duality: "I have my ways, but you can still visit and talk to gods, Orbz too."

Illusionist: "Then here we go." He shakes Keeper of Duality's hand.

Keeper of Duality: "Really? What about the borrowed time?"

Illusionist: "Good luck keeping both of us alive asshole, you'll probably need to find another user."

Keeper of Duality: "That seems impossible."

Illusionist: "And you'll seem like a creep trying to find people, good luck~" He disappears much like the floor, not there the moment the thought is released, his tone of 'bye' making Keith think he is gone, and leaving only the colored floor he stood on.

The Angel stands next to him, her not so graceful outfit showing plenty to reflect her. Bickering between the two, mortal disguised as an immortal, and an angel with a piece of her god.

"We are the same size." He glares at her while speaking, refusing to back down.

"In IMPERIAL, I am taller than you, stand next to me and we'll have Illusionist decide." She responds with her own stern tone, grabbing the poor god over to them.

The small god gets pulled over, from beyond any sight and just appearing with the words of his name spoken, his light grey blue hoodie somehow staying on him despite the movement. For a moment he is surprised, pretty angel grabbing him, but sense kicks in that she is just a character, though temptations are strong.

"You both are much taller than me-" He looks up at them, they are taller by about 36 centimeters/14 Inches, a height that he can barely tell the difference.

"Yes, but who is taller Illusionist?" The mortal looks over at Illusionist, almost as a threat to choose him with the tone of his voice.

"Shh he does not know, away with this child." Just as easily as she pulled him over, she talks looking at Orbz while throwing Illusionist back into the endless space.

Because of his bad posture and his habit of looking down, the tall armored man looks at the two, his basically sister and the one he considers a best friend. Not picking sides would keep both of them slightly annoyed but spare the feelings of the other, but where is the fun in that?

"Sati is taller, if you are going by imperial then it is by half an inch." Rayn speaks in a steady hushed tone, not one to speak too loud.

"DAMN IT RAYN" He darts his eyes over to Rayn, knowing Rayn is right but still having the anger in his voice.

"HAHA I TOLD YOU ORBZ" Satimelk cheers, her wings going out with her excitement. "Still I don't mind guys who are slightly shorter~"

"Sati no-"

Yes, I did mess with her at the end a bit, but it does not compare to the amount of pain I had to go through because of her; the chicken was me trolling. Get over her, Orbz says she is bad, I should listen. Bad, bad. Okay what about her? She caused no harm- she could write stories even if there was no progression for us. She was a good person, the suffering caused was because a good person could not put someone out of their misery. How could she? Letting someone die would be impossible, though maybe she knew he may die if she left like she did? Or maybe she too knew he was too much of a coward. Was he a coward? Or was it hope, did she know he would still hope? Well none of those are the reason, maybe she knew he would live for the characters? 

No, she is not that smart.

"The what who where when." I stretch and glance around, looking at the colored spheres of pseudo-planets and the creation tests done in this realm of space.

"A cool user." His hands begin gathering magic from the suit, a light blue forming as he begins and shoots the magic.

"Orbz are we doing this again?" I rub my eyes as the stars twinkle, realizing he is showing something not needing my interaction.

"Just look." The energy wall forms as it displays the screen of the social media, the art gallery showing, the descriptions being presented, and all questions answered.

"Prettyyy" I stare at the art and characters, dreaming of a thousand worlds but knowing again, the pain of theme.

"What" He turns his head to look at me.

"What?" Pretty characters, pretty art, I could stare for days. "I mean they are-"

He looks at the displayed screen and closes it before turning back to me, just to ask a simple question, "What theme do we have in passive; why do you fear interacting with others?" It is true, we have passive things that can be enjoyed, the learning of magic and the beauty of travelling the worlds.

"Everything seems so based on fighting." The arenas of Nelchgotoy, The conquering of Segmentia, the protection for the neutrals, all the pain.

"Cooking of dishes exclusive to planets, mixing culture, the friends to be made, the fashion that could be created, the art of these things that could be created, the magic creation and fun that can be achieved, peaceful stories exist too." Is it peace, or is it slowing progression for adapting to others? "Progression is not limited to fighting and border changes, or the development of a military; creation of societies is beautiful, the colonies have beauty beyond imagination; the wonders of new flavors giving more love to a hangout between friends, a new experience for a couple, or bringing joy to others; progression in the story can be about the collective cultures too."

"Wow" That was a lot of words. "Okay, I will get to communicating with them.

"Good, hopefully you learn from the loss of her."

- - - - -

He strikes the match again and again. "Why can't I light it?" No fire, no warmth in this darkness. No light to warm. "I miss my light..."

His pale bare hands reach forwards, dripping with red as he keeps grabbing. Each drop on the floor echoes around, against no walls but through his mind. The walls that do not exist holding him up. The beauty in watching the struggle, and wondering what a light provides. His bent legs and his back against the wall causes him to slide down further, until he is sitting.

He keeps striking the red match, even if red drops end up making it impossible. He grabs a final match and stares as he holds it up in the darkness. Not much can be made out of it, but he knows what it looks like. The shape with the red head, and a red wood. Flammable, supposedly easy to light. Even if his face goes red from tears, even if he can not open his eyes from sobbing, he must be ready when he lights it.

Illusionist (Or as he is covered here) is the highest level of Gods, and is [User Aware]

Like most gods, his personality is not consistent and splits. One day he may show love for a certain Marshmallow textured god, and the other his mask may call to him to cause pain and question if it is really him who loves Them or just the User making him. Though for Void's End he tries to surpass the user for a certain butterfly inspired soldier. Illusionist is one of the only characters who speaks in first person.

His main powers are making paint copies of things that work as well as the original, and script read. Script read is basically reading people's actions as a user, so hiding becomes useless against him.