05-22-2017, 11:55 PM
Chakravartin frowned at the group, beam swords, really? He could remember only a few races still relying on something so paltry. A quick burst of Chi would send them all flying-
And he didn't have that ability either.
Annoying.
Fist of God, Palace Hands! Chakravartin thought, expecting a gold wave of metal to form from his Chi, taking on the form of a hand the size of a house, but to his shock, only a single hand- no bigger than his own, began to bud from his body.
This... was a problem. A very big problem. These mortals might be able to actually hurt him! Perhaps diplomacy was in order? "Now, there's no need for this level of violence." he said. It was against his nature- he enjoyed watching mortals throw themselves at each other very much, but weighing the consequences of his own death, versus defusing the situation, he decided he could allow it. Small sacrifices for big rewards.
He had only been in the Omniverse for a short while, the immortality Omni promised was conditional based on how 'interesting' he was. If he died right out of the gate, perhaps the god might consider Chakravartin a misjudgement.
"Perhaps you could explain why we're suddenly arming ourselves? Or why the 'boss' doesn't like waiting? Or, for that matter, what kind of time limit you're working with here?" he eyed Aang, the young man didn't seem worried, but if he was also a Prime- he might not have all the strength he remembered either. He couldn't be sure his fellow Prime, and fellow Avatar, would be able to fight at full strength. "I don't think anyone here wants a fight?"
The second golden hand formed, but he left them where they were, before starting on a third, stalling for time. The Palace Hands he was creating seemed to be made from his own body, rather than biomass created from nothing. Truly, unfortunate.
And he didn't have that ability either.
Annoying.
Fist of God, Palace Hands! Chakravartin thought, expecting a gold wave of metal to form from his Chi, taking on the form of a hand the size of a house, but to his shock, only a single hand- no bigger than his own, began to bud from his body.
This... was a problem. A very big problem. These mortals might be able to actually hurt him! Perhaps diplomacy was in order? "Now, there's no need for this level of violence." he said. It was against his nature- he enjoyed watching mortals throw themselves at each other very much, but weighing the consequences of his own death, versus defusing the situation, he decided he could allow it. Small sacrifices for big rewards.
He had only been in the Omniverse for a short while, the immortality Omni promised was conditional based on how 'interesting' he was. If he died right out of the gate, perhaps the god might consider Chakravartin a misjudgement.
"Perhaps you could explain why we're suddenly arming ourselves? Or why the 'boss' doesn't like waiting? Or, for that matter, what kind of time limit you're working with here?" he eyed Aang, the young man didn't seem worried, but if he was also a Prime- he might not have all the strength he remembered either. He couldn't be sure his fellow Prime, and fellow Avatar, would be able to fight at full strength. "I don't think anyone here wants a fight?"
The second golden hand formed, but he left them where they were, before starting on a third, stalling for time. The Palace Hands he was creating seemed to be made from his own body, rather than biomass created from nothing. Truly, unfortunate.
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