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To say the denizens were confused was an understatement akin to saying that the-little-she was 'kinda powerful.' They understood nothing of what they saw, they had no frame of reference for any of it. But a frame of reference is not needed to appreciate art, and that's exactly what the Denizens...

HER face did not change as Duet spoke, a slight twinge of rage, a slight twinge of annoyance, and a slight twinge of cold detachment. The comment from Cait did not change HER outlook, though there would be a feeling SHE relayed through Ira to Her. A simple response of, 'I know. I'm goading it...

"I have been, well. Time has passed, MIRA has not called on me for more work. This is fine. How have you been?" It was said with the same monotone Mycelia carried during their first meeting. It was the dance of small talk that Mycelia had studied and practiced. It wasn't something that came...

Mycelia was a strange creature. Not in the sense that she was 'not human,' though such a note had been debated before. Nor was her strangeness attributed to her PMPD abilities, though where the human within her began and the mycelium replication ended was a matter the eggheads still argued...

Sal heard what he heard, and he saw what he saw, but- He could not believe it. A challenger had presented himself, an upstart minor deity with less than a billion worshippers, but with a name that certainly commanded respect on some worlds. Yama, the lord of the inland Seas, was certainly a...

Ira allowed herself to smile as she watched the interactions between Cait, Brian and Duet. No observers- except denizens would be sworn in as researchers, practically the exact same thing. Denizens were loyal, fanatically so, to their deities. No law or contract could be held above THem in their...

Ira reached up as she listened to Cait's voice in her head, feeling the wetness of her cheeks. Had she not cried enough? Why were the tears coming once more? Sitting on the floor, she wiped her face and groaned as a grin spread across her face. She was happy- she was happy! It was ok to be...

Ira was prepared to simply agree to the Foundation's demands. Not the first list, of course, even those were so extreme that she had to hold herself back from visibly balking. But the second set of things, the Foundation setting up a Level-One location, getting an inside representative, the...

SHE laughed. It was not a kind sound. It was not the kind of sound that could be described as inhuman, nor was it some amalgamation of grating and terrible noises both known and uncomfortable to the human senses. No, it was far worse than that. It was a human laugh. A perfectly human laugh...

No one spoke as the new Goddess- as Ghost spoke. They listened as children before their beloved parent, following each tick of her fingers and each answer addressed before them. Among all gathered, only one took more than a moment or two to refocus and listen. Sal sat down, shaking. She...

Ira was not a being who typically held a form. Perhaps a strange thing for the Locusts, or anyone that might've known her in the dream world, but it was true. She preferred to be one with her greater half, to rest herself in Her bosom and listen to the beat of Her heart. But things had changed...

Fear. It spread like the blood of the Spheres, pumped powerfully and instantly through its vessels to its nodal consciousnesses. A near instantaneous and simultaneous reaction from each and every denizen that stood before the new Goddess. She descended on the back of a step-vessel that moved...

Ira was not afraid of HER. In many ways, SHE was Ira, and Ira was HER. Of course, now that Cait was also part of THem, to a degree SHE was also Cait, and Cait was also HER. But that wasn't the same as it had been with Dea and Ira knew it. Ira and Dea were spawned of HER, pieces of HER that were...

Music could be heard playing. This was not unusual, the denizens, like their gods, were musical creatures. Even in this time of great uncertainty and confusion, many still chanted and beat out ballads to calm their nerves and strengthen their resolve. Normally, Salah Djerid would have danced...

Ira smiled as Cait stepped before her and placed a hand upon her. If she had still been what she was before, whatever she had been back on their Earth, her face might've started hurting from how much she had started smiling already around Cait. Her mind, every few seconds, wanted to lurch...