12-23-2019, 09:58 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]This situation had gotten out of paw rather quickly.
Had Mars left well enough alone, rather than picking fights with every single mortal he ran across, then perhaps Warringkingdoms would have remained stuck atop Elysium's social pyramid. Perhaps he should have been accounted for from the start- bloodthirst made wild cards out of the most reliable, and Mars had not been especially reliable to begin with- but until the attack, Mars' location in this plane had been a mystery. Pluto had assumed, after the Pitt raid had gone by without incident, that Mars was not on this landmass.
Evidently he had been wrong.
Even before the fall, Pluto would not have had the power to locate gods that had met their end on the mortal plane. Certainly, their souls must be on some plane or another unless destroyed, but he had never possessed the knowledge necessary to find them. Mars could, perhaps, reform himself elsewhere and return to the mortal plane, but after they had spent so long trapped within this plane... why return?
Pluto was lucky, in that regard. He, at least, could still travel to the planes inhabited by dead mortals, even if his power there had become limited. He still had the reapers on his side.
Now, he would have to use the reapers to repair the damage that Mars had done. There was one soul marked for death, that had been marked for several years now; if Elysium cooperated, they would not have to take anyone else. There would be no further quarrel between Elysium and his brethren.
If his plan failed, then perhaps he would die- the thought was almost enough to make him chuckle- but it was a chance he was willing to take.
Pluto appeared on the dock, his eyes sweeping over the town. A light mist hung in the air, not enough to impede visibility, but enough to put the average mortal on edge. He was on his lonesome for the moment, barring the occasional passersby- most of which were temporary residents, not full members. He would not call on the reapers yet; this was to be a diplomatic meeting, so long as Elysium did not make it a fight.
Barring his thin frame and pupil-less eyes, he could be confused for a typical mountain wolf. Best to keep up appearances, lest the Elysites deem him a threat. Warringkingdoms would recognize him the moment she saw him, but in her state, that would take some time; he could use the time before she arrived to make his case.
"Elysium," Pluto spoke, a slight rasp to his voice. "Lend me your ears. I am Pluto, and I come with a request."
Some of the passersby turned to look, their heads tilted. "Warringkingdoms Kepler-Langley resides in this town, yes?" he asked. When one of them nodded in confirmation, he continued, "She has killed three of my brethren, and assisted in killing a fourth. I ask that you surrender her to me, so that punishment can be dealt." Detecting a faint scent of herbs, he turned his head towards the source. "I do not ask for the fenghuang's surrender. You may keep it and do with it as you wish." While he could attempt to take the fenghuang's soul, the odds of it taking out one or more of his reapers in the process were high.
Demands ought to be followed with rewards. "I am the one who placed the 'curse' she spoke of," Pluto declared, returning his gaze to the passersby. "However, I can lift the curse at will. In return for her surrender, the curse will be lifted, and Elysium will never hear from us again." The curse had never really existed, of course, but the longer Elysium remained under the impression that the leadership was cursed, the better.
He narrowed his eyes. "I threatened your previous Magna for the purposes of forcing Warringkingdoms to abandon her crusade against us," he said. "Once she has been neutralized, we will have no need for further conflict." Without this explanation, his offer would sound more like blackmail. His best chance of making this plan work was to sound reasonable.
Pluto nodded. "Elysium will lose a member in making this deal, that is true," he explained, lifting his head. "However, the member in question has endangered the group as a whole, betrayed your trust, and insisted on dragging you into her personal problems. Furthermore, in exchange, no further blood will be spilled on either side." He could not guarantee that they would see this as a beneficial agreement, even if it made logical sense; he had intervened early to increase the likelihood that their anger at being betrayed would outweigh any moral compunctions they had, but there was always the possibility they would object anyway. Still, he had to take this chance, or Warringkingdoms could become unstoppable.
Taking a seat on the dock, Pluto glanced about, his tail swishing in an attempt at appearing lively. If Elysium decided to be uncooperative, or if Warringkingdoms appeared long before any other full members, he would be prepared to call upon the reapers- but best not to imply that he was considering such an option.
"Pluto"
Health: 100%
Current form: a thin, almost-skeletal mountain wolf with black fur and yellow-green pupil-less eyes
Powers: amorphous, clairvoyance, intangibility, invisibility, mental manipulation and communication
Not currently hostile
Had Mars left well enough alone, rather than picking fights with every single mortal he ran across, then perhaps Warringkingdoms would have remained stuck atop Elysium's social pyramid. Perhaps he should have been accounted for from the start- bloodthirst made wild cards out of the most reliable, and Mars had not been especially reliable to begin with- but until the attack, Mars' location in this plane had been a mystery. Pluto had assumed, after the Pitt raid had gone by without incident, that Mars was not on this landmass.
Evidently he had been wrong.
Even before the fall, Pluto would not have had the power to locate gods that had met their end on the mortal plane. Certainly, their souls must be on some plane or another unless destroyed, but he had never possessed the knowledge necessary to find them. Mars could, perhaps, reform himself elsewhere and return to the mortal plane, but after they had spent so long trapped within this plane... why return?
Pluto was lucky, in that regard. He, at least, could still travel to the planes inhabited by dead mortals, even if his power there had become limited. He still had the reapers on his side.
Now, he would have to use the reapers to repair the damage that Mars had done. There was one soul marked for death, that had been marked for several years now; if Elysium cooperated, they would not have to take anyone else. There would be no further quarrel between Elysium and his brethren.
If his plan failed, then perhaps he would die- the thought was almost enough to make him chuckle- but it was a chance he was willing to take.
Pluto appeared on the dock, his eyes sweeping over the town. A light mist hung in the air, not enough to impede visibility, but enough to put the average mortal on edge. He was on his lonesome for the moment, barring the occasional passersby- most of which were temporary residents, not full members. He would not call on the reapers yet; this was to be a diplomatic meeting, so long as Elysium did not make it a fight.
Barring his thin frame and pupil-less eyes, he could be confused for a typical mountain wolf. Best to keep up appearances, lest the Elysites deem him a threat. Warringkingdoms would recognize him the moment she saw him, but in her state, that would take some time; he could use the time before she arrived to make his case.
"Elysium," Pluto spoke, a slight rasp to his voice. "Lend me your ears. I am Pluto, and I come with a request."
Some of the passersby turned to look, their heads tilted. "Warringkingdoms Kepler-Langley resides in this town, yes?" he asked. When one of them nodded in confirmation, he continued, "She has killed three of my brethren, and assisted in killing a fourth. I ask that you surrender her to me, so that punishment can be dealt." Detecting a faint scent of herbs, he turned his head towards the source. "I do not ask for the fenghuang's surrender. You may keep it and do with it as you wish." While he could attempt to take the fenghuang's soul, the odds of it taking out one or more of his reapers in the process were high.
Demands ought to be followed with rewards. "I am the one who placed the 'curse' she spoke of," Pluto declared, returning his gaze to the passersby. "However, I can lift the curse at will. In return for her surrender, the curse will be lifted, and Elysium will never hear from us again." The curse had never really existed, of course, but the longer Elysium remained under the impression that the leadership was cursed, the better.
He narrowed his eyes. "I threatened your previous Magna for the purposes of forcing Warringkingdoms to abandon her crusade against us," he said. "Once she has been neutralized, we will have no need for further conflict." Without this explanation, his offer would sound more like blackmail. His best chance of making this plan work was to sound reasonable.
Pluto nodded. "Elysium will lose a member in making this deal, that is true," he explained, lifting his head. "However, the member in question has endangered the group as a whole, betrayed your trust, and insisted on dragging you into her personal problems. Furthermore, in exchange, no further blood will be spilled on either side." He could not guarantee that they would see this as a beneficial agreement, even if it made logical sense; he had intervened early to increase the likelihood that their anger at being betrayed would outweigh any moral compunctions they had, but there was always the possibility they would object anyway. Still, he had to take this chance, or Warringkingdoms could become unstoppable.
Taking a seat on the dock, Pluto glanced about, his tail swishing in an attempt at appearing lively. If Elysium decided to be uncooperative, or if Warringkingdoms appeared long before any other full members, he would be prepared to call upon the reapers- but best not to imply that he was considering such an option.
"Pluto"
Health: 100%
Current form: a thin, almost-skeletal mountain wolf with black fur and yellow-green pupil-less eyes
Powers: amorphous, clairvoyance, intangibility, invisibility, mental manipulation and communication
Not currently hostile
[font=trebuchet ms]some weirdo
