05-30-2015, 11:07 AM
As Nealaphh slowly approached the viewing area for the games, several other patrons began to complain.
"Did they turn down the AC?"
"Where did you put my jacket?"
"Why's it so cold?"
Nealaphh smirked inwardly towards itself, somewhat pleased with the idea that it was feeding on the thermal energy emitted by these mortal simpletons. It was almost reminiscent of its role back in its old Multiverse...the slow encroachment of death, harbinger of the final energy state...
Doubtless the weakling would move away from the cold patch generated by the shadow in short time, but for now Nealaphh basked in the radiance of their life essences; a comforting warmth, my different from the sensationless void that was The Nexus. The god-mind eyed nearby sitting areas with curiosity. Would it be too conspicuous for Nealaphh to remain standing? It ultmately didn't matter; Nealaphh was liable to draw attention to itself regardless.
The shadow turned its attention to one of the nearby viewing kiosks, one that was following the journet of the Hero and his Gerudo teammate. Neither of them seemed like they would be able to keep up their fight much longer; the weak physicalities, brought about by Syntech's inhibitive collars, were truly a prime's worst enemy in this game.
...still, Nealaphh was not in any particular hurry. It had only left the Ashen Steppes about a day and a half ago. The Gorons would need more time to gather the raw materials needed for the new Megaton Hammer, and Nealaphh would be lying if it were to assert it was not rooting for the Hylian pair to a certain degree. After all, a good deity was never above taking an interest in mortal affairs. Gods may be great, but they are given significance only by how the sentient universe observes them. Nealaphh almost wished it could grant the pair some sort of respite, or other form of deific succor, but better to just let events take their course.
There would be enough time to bestow blessings upon mewling supplicants soon enough...
"Did they turn down the AC?"
"Where did you put my jacket?"
"Why's it so cold?"
Nealaphh smirked inwardly towards itself, somewhat pleased with the idea that it was feeding on the thermal energy emitted by these mortal simpletons. It was almost reminiscent of its role back in its old Multiverse...the slow encroachment of death, harbinger of the final energy state...
Doubtless the weakling would move away from the cold patch generated by the shadow in short time, but for now Nealaphh basked in the radiance of their life essences; a comforting warmth, my different from the sensationless void that was The Nexus. The god-mind eyed nearby sitting areas with curiosity. Would it be too conspicuous for Nealaphh to remain standing? It ultmately didn't matter; Nealaphh was liable to draw attention to itself regardless.
The shadow turned its attention to one of the nearby viewing kiosks, one that was following the journet of the Hero and his Gerudo teammate. Neither of them seemed like they would be able to keep up their fight much longer; the weak physicalities, brought about by Syntech's inhibitive collars, were truly a prime's worst enemy in this game.
...still, Nealaphh was not in any particular hurry. It had only left the Ashen Steppes about a day and a half ago. The Gorons would need more time to gather the raw materials needed for the new Megaton Hammer, and Nealaphh would be lying if it were to assert it was not rooting for the Hylian pair to a certain degree. After all, a good deity was never above taking an interest in mortal affairs. Gods may be great, but they are given significance only by how the sentient universe observes them. Nealaphh almost wished it could grant the pair some sort of respite, or other form of deific succor, but better to just let events take their course.
There would be enough time to bestow blessings upon mewling supplicants soon enough...
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued