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"Great! I promise that I will attempt to keep violence to a minimum." Ark smiles and continues walking out of the forest.
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Galaxian glances at Time and Chronos before hurriedly jogging a little to somewhat keep pace. "And what'd that minimum happen to be? I know I might sound 'boring' or whatever, but I really need it to be zero."
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"Well, who knows what might happen! Hopefully it'll be zero, but you never know."
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"Hm." Time looks over at Chronos as if seeing what she wants, but he gives his personal answer, "Maybe next time, Ark. Just tell me if you're going somewhere. I may be able to tag along if I'm not busy."
"I would have joined. I haven't seen the cyber sector in so long."
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"If you want to join then come on! The more the merrier!" Ark looks back at Time and Chronos.
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Time looks to Chronos again. Was she down to do so?
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(eliza? you still here?)
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(YES HI I;M STILL HERE)
"I'd like to go, actually." Chronos said. "It's been a while."
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"So, are you coming, Time-san?" Galaxian asks. His wide eyes supposed to signify that he's a little perplexed over the exact nature of the other's busyness. "What was it that you mentioned you needed to do?"
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"Well..." Time puts his hand to his chin in thought. If Chronos wants to check it out, then it's already decided for him, "... Sure, why not. I can probably do it later on. It's just a bunch of paperwork and reports anyways."
He walked over to Chronos and her wheelchair and stood behind her, offering if she wanted him to push the chair.
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"Brilliance! Alright, let's rock." Ark continues walking.
(timeskip?)
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"Wait, we're walking??" Galaxian questions, hovering momentarily. He glances at Chronos. "Wouldn't all of your magic be more effective?"
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“We could use magic. Or we could walk, or use a vehicle. There’s a myriad of options.” Ark stops and sits down.
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Galaxian goes through this series of slouching a little at the start and perking back up at the end. "A vehicle!" he chirps. "I can drive!"
Right......
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Ark, in turn, goes through his own series, first of looking surprised, then having the widest smile anyones ever seen him with. It’s a plotting smile. He stands up. “This seems like an excellent idea. There’s no way that having a child drive a vehicle could ever go badly!”
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(Images taken moments before disaster: the above quote)
Chronos tried to stifle a laugh with her hand, but it didn't work very well, she was giggling too hard.
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Time stepped in, "If we are using a vehicle, I can drive it."
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(If a deity driving a car got into a fatal automobile accident, would they be able to die? That is, is the death registered as being caused by a car, or caused by a deity?)
Galaxian definitely just took Chronos' laughter to be supportive (and definitely just glanced over how conniving Ark looks to be). He beams.
"I have a blurple car," he exclaims. "It fits in with all our themes. And it's wheelchair accessible!" He stops to think over that before affirming his own statement with a few rapid nods. "Yeah, yeah, it is!"
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"Let's do it!" Ark is visibly excited. "Summon the godmobile!"
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Galaxian visibly pauses.
"Godmobile? It's not really something special like that. It's just an automobile," he says, twirling his hand around as if the car is already there in front of them. However, as if on cue, a car-shaped blob does appear in his hand, slightly spinning about and growing bigger as it does so.
Oh, you thought the pause meant he was about to think this situation over? Nah.
"It is cool, though!" he exclaims as the car reaches minivan size. He hovers and pulls his left leg back, readying himself to take a seat. Clearly translucent by this point, he twists his head around a little to grin at the other three deities. "I custom painted it, and it's super green," the kid brags. "It doesn't even use energy!"
That is definitely breaking at least a few laws of physics. The Law of Energy Conversion, just to name one.
...hey, is that really okay?
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(since the actual plot won't be progressing for a while let's continue this)
It's fine, don't worry about it. At least, that's what Ark would say. He's currently intently studying what Galaxian is doing to summon the vehicle. "You gotta show me how to do that sometime."
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"How to not use energy?" He pauses briefly to consider that. "I dunno, I think that depends on what you're made of, or you might need to use your magic to do that. And I don't know much about magic."
Funnily enough, despite being a god, Galaxian's like a lot of kids--he thinks magic can just kinda do whatever. Which might be the case for some, like other gods, but probably not for most individuals.
(Ah, for future reference, thread chronology is always skewed, so feel free to respond to other threads even while plot is progressing. If things get too confusing, we can always talk it out lol.)
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"I'm made of various magicstuffs, so maybe I should try that sometime."
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"Yeah, I think that's a good idea!" he affirms, like anyone asked him for his opinion. "But don't do it too much, or maybe some overarching magic existence thingy might get mad."
The car finishes the process of not being translucent. It kind of just plops to the ground. Its tires make a squeaky noise simultaneously. True to the god's promise, it really does fit with everyone's color palettes somewhat, seeing as it's probably space themed. There are a lot of dashes of purple and blue all over, along with some occasional red and purple. And a lot of black, of course.
Galaxian jumps right out of the car without using the doors. "All on board!" he exclaims, marching right over to Chronos in anticipation with helping her get on the car.
This is definitely a hazard times four.
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Ark dives in through the window into the car. “I call shotgun!”
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A doggo on the driver's side barks at him, his tail somehow having gone from complete motionlessness to fervent wagging within half a second. "Woof!"
"No pouncing, Maxie," Galaxian reminds as the narrator waits for responses from Time and Eliza.