The Final Question

[Gildarts]

[spoiler]

Congrats, you’ve all made it to the Oververse,after some very hard work and commitment.

But, you also just killed an angel.

You have to venture to find Omni -who is currently in the halls of Valhalla-, as you aren’t presented quite on his door (sorry). So the second half of this thread will be confronting Omni. Yes! And we have a system for that.

But before, there will be some wanderings in the OV to find Omni. Like below, where Christa is about to hold a celestial being against a wall, in a desperate search for the so well-known, man-in-white.

First half of the Oververse begins now. It will last half the week. There is NO rush to posting this round, as we have made it to our final destination. Post what you like. When you like, however the confrontation with Omni will be posted a tad bit later. Sorry to make you wait guys, but we HAVE to explore the Oververse at least a little.

The second half will be more rapid and fast paced.

You made it.
GET READY

-Gil

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Soft sketches of white fluff covered the expansive world, rolling stone pillars rose to the limitless sky, and infinite clouds dispersed over the golden horizon. It was not the sun, however, that glowed there, but a bright city that illuminated the crests of every cloud. If one stopped to pause, they would notice how majestic a beauty it was to behold. Almost more beautiful than the achievement the group had just conquered.

To no one’s surprise, Christa was the first to vanish. They had made it. She had made it.

This was it.

The Oververse. It had taken months, if not well over a year since she had been damned to this existence, and now, through it all - all the blood, pain, and sorrow - through it all, she was ready to conquer the last leg of her quest.

Funny thing about her wobbling legs, they finally moved when she willed them to. She was off the back of the man who had carried her there. The pass into the Oververse, and she owed it to him. Later, she would make it clear, she owed nothing to him. Very clear. But, the leader’s entitlement aside, and the motivation properly applied to her stiff, electrocuted legs, made them walk, jump, and pounce upon the clouds.

The blonde was careful not to fall below, as who knew what would happen or if she would be able to climb back from down there, but she used the stability and had made it across the way.

Immediately she spotted her prey - an angel who was coming to greet her- but to his surprise, her grip slammed him against a pillar. Christa demanded to know where Omni was, almost ferociously. The angel’s wings were crushed against the now crumbling wall of energy. The strong being seemed to smile but offered the defiant girl no words as he read the passion on her face. The angel's own soft radiance was almost merciful to Christa and when she picked up on it, she soon felt belittled. Fury roared within her chest, her hair spiked animatedly with intensity, yet despite all odds, she did not follow through with a fist.

After a moment, nose to nose with the angel, the woman let out a small huff as she relinquished her fist, having realized that it was not her own force holding the angel against the wall, but its own freewill.

The rage choked in her throat, however she tamped it down and swallowed it down her throat. It rolled into the pit of her stomach, uncomfortably. She dusted off her hands, almost managing to shake off the shame as she muttered the smallest, “Sorry,” possible.

She breathed out a breath and instead took hold of her emotion, she would not let it seize her again, not when the others could see. A quick glance over her shoulder confirmed at least half of them were looking this way.

The being spoke now, confidence brimmed in its all-powerful voice, yet it looked upon the human with only care. “Come child, you are hurt. Sit. Your questions will be answered in time.”

Christa’s lungs expanded with a sigh, she knew that, but so much time had already been wasted. So much, almost everything, had been lost. Even herself along the way. Or rather, on that fateful day. Christa thought about everything endured as the angel introduced himself as none other than, “Raphael.”

[Guu]

Raw walked on two legs as she wrapped a single hoof around the shoulders of Lyra. She had taken quite a beating in the battle, a rib was cracked, two of her legs were cut up. Her wings were perfectly fine as a good Pegasus soldier knew how to protect them in combat, but she didn’t quite have the energy to fly at the moment.

She wasn’t sure whom of her party she was fighting. She knew the poor soul, Pinocchio, had fallen in the combat, and that greedy funny voiced man fell too, her heart ached at the possibility that their deaths could be on her hooves. She thought to ask Lyra whom she fought while she was greedily pursuing her revenge, but she feared that the elf child would be amongst her victims.

That was something she couldn’t forgive herself for. Ignorance is bliss… sometimes.

The pair clambered through the door. Lyra had obtained some injuries as well, so the two were moving slowly. The rest of the party was close nearby.

As the depressing world of the void disappeared, Raw squinted as sunlight clouded her vision. As her eyes came into focus, the cloud landscape took shape in front of her. She thought she had taken to the skies and flown above the ceiling of the world like she had done many times before, but her wings remained motionless on her sides, and the fact that Lyra could walk on clouds as well only told her that this was no ordinary open sky.

Valhalla.

She looked over towards Lyra who quickly returned the look. Their bruised faces were quickly adorned with huge doofy grins as they pull each other into a long hug. The pair laughed in pure joy in sheer relief that their journey had finally met its end.

However, the heart touching moment was quickly interrupted by one of their allies trying to pick a fight with an angel.

[Gamzee Makara]

It was a moment of weakness. To put it simply, I was in the throes of a speechless, stupefied awe.

This, by definition, appearance, and...and everything! This is Himmel!

A sound slips past my lips, a strange combination of a groan of relief and a startled yelp. I find it rather difficult not to weep with joy as I fall to my knees in a dramatic fashion, probably earning a couple of stares.

The most prominent thoughts going through my mind include:

Thank God this idiotic, trying journey is almost over.

How does this place even EXIST?!

WHY ARE WE HERE!?

AM I ALLOWED TO KILL MYSELF OFF YET!?

Oh wait, we are almost finished with our journey. That would most likely not be beneficial.

I suddenly, all at the same time, feel this intense migraine and a strong surge of relief. This merely from standing on a cloud. The scientist in me cannot comprehend this place, this heaven, this whatever it is. My head low to the cloud, my hands squeeze the white fluff that constitutes it.

This is too illogical.

“Pi-ka?”

What?

“What?”

“Pika Pi!”

I look up from my kneeling position to see-

Blitz!

“Seine Blitz! Ohhh I was so worried about you my little shocky shock maus!”

Crow snickers at my comment.

"I'm so happy for you and yer lil rat, quack, but we're in the bleedin' Oververse. Have some dignity aye?"

Let it be known that I have no affinity for this mouse. It is simply a tool, a method of defense. It is NOT my companion, my friend, or my pet.

“Pi-ka-chu!”

The mousey little thing nuzzles into the space between my head and shoulders, the residue static from his-

IT

It is an it.

Its little red cheeks cause the hairs on my neck to stand up. I resist the urge to smother it with a hug, and instead do nothing as it hops its way to a resting place atop my head. It clings to me, satisfied with its excellent view. I rise to my full stature, standing up straight. Blitz voices his happiness. When I have my wits more or less about me again, I realize that Christa has absconded from the main group, bounding over the clouds. It is true...I feel a sense of weightlessness in this place, but I dare not test it.

But I do

Hesitantly, I hop in place, and find myself floating for a moment off the surface before settling back down on the cloud. I cry out an evident discovery.

“ES GIBT KEINE LOGIK AN DIESER STELLE!”

Blitz calls out in agreement. I earn more strange stares. Perhaps I really have gone insane.

I watch in mild intrigue as Christa accosts a celestial being. The angel acts rather nonchalant and almost...benevolent. It is a little unsettling after all the trials we have faced. I say nothing about this, letting things play out as they would. Instead, I focus my attention to another cloud. Atop this cloud sits a large domed structure with a lens protruding from an opening.

An observatory.

Science.

SCIENCE!

I sigh in relief. Science. Logic.

But probably not.

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A quick mention of where I am going and a few cloud jumps later, I stand in awe of this structure. Different beings come and go from the Observatory. Some wave hello to me, unnervingly enough, using my name. Others simply go about their business. I stumble through the ornate doors, feeling a bit modest and uncomfortable in my dirty, well worn clothes.

I am greeted warmly nonetheless. All manner of beings take an interest in me. The angels ask me questions about myself, my journey, and many other things. They are surprised to know that I am a secondary, and that a whole motley crew of us were able to push through the machinations of the Tangled Green and the Void to make it to the “Oververse” as they call it. I tell them what I feel comfortable sharing of my journey, which is more or less all of it; except the visions I saw in the Swamp of Sadness. Those will stay under lock and key. I tell them of my life back home as well. Many show the same amount of sympathy and compassion about the hardships I have faced in the trenches just as they did with my trials in the Omniverse.

It is a strange feeling.

In return, they show me the technologie they have amassed, and I am simply stunned at the advanced nature of it all. It took my breath away.

No, really. Quite literally, there was a machine that converts carbon dioxide into tiny living organisms that they called Cordix.

They act as a strange sort of...nanoscopic worker, similar to plankton or even bacteria. These creatures, however, have a strange hive mind. They can work cohesively and coherently as one. Their combined strength and speed and general well-roundedness make them an invaluable tool. It is brilliant! I so very much wanted a sampling of the little bestien, but I refrained from voicing my requests. I already knew the answer.

Admittedly, however, I gave just as much knowledge as I had received. The angels were enthralled with my pistol, Boomhilda, and were enraptured with Kemat’s Bite and Blitz. These beings had little in the violent uses of the 115 infused pistol and my Lightning Staff. What they found so interesting about the weapons were their inner mechanics, how the staff was able to use the crystal as a focusing point or how my pistol was able to convert the metal bullets into a beam of piercing energy.

Blitz had his own fun in the Laboratory. The little beastie huschte around the big open room, darting this way and that. He made friends, even. With angels no less! I found it simply astonishing. The angels were so intrigued about the conductivity the mouse held. He was literally a living conduit!

These are just some of the many, many wonders that I was exposed to in that observatory. I spent so much time in there learning about science, real, true science that I have never experienced before. I admit, I did not want to leave.

So I did not. Not for quite some time.

Translations:
hushte = scurried
bestien = beasts
technologie = technology
ES GIBT KEINE LOGIK AN DIESER STELLE = THERE IS NO LOGIC IN THIS PLACE!
Seine = It is

[Gildarts]

[spoiler]

The second part starts now!

For the first “round” there will be a posting order. It will be by overall score, and it is as follows:

SN1: Omni can reply to this whenever/however he wants to.

SN2: those who are tied, will just be whoever posts first (or flip a coin). Keep in mind, after 24 hours, you forfeit the order and it will be passed to the next (to keep this all timely). Anyway, here it is.


Grobdum
Christa
Lyra
Klaud Nine (tie)
Isaac (tie)
Top Man
Abner (tie)
Richtofen (tie)
Captain Crow
Raw Onion

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Once this order is fulfilled, we will revert to a first come, first serve basis. Which means: post in this thread an hour before you plan to post, and that will claim the spot for you. This will be more advisable for the following rounds, because the replies to everything will be more rapid/fast paced.

If you post to claim your ‘spot’ and after an hour you don’t post, it’ll just go to the next person. Very simple.

CAN’T WAIT TO MEET OMNI, DAWG.

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A light glowed, similar to the blue fire that had engulfed her body before they had made it to the group, however the light was merciful, and mindful of her wounds, as bit by bit, the bloody scars stitched themselves together.

Christa’s stomach nagged at her as she lead the angel back to the others, so that Raphael could heal their wounds, as he had hers.

“Pikachu!” Christa glanced at the thing that the good doctor had brought with him from the void. Intentionally or not, that thing was a harbinger of death. But she would deal with that monster later. She had bigger fish to fry.

Raphael worked his magic, Grobdum seemed to freak out -with enthusiasm, mind you- and then spoke to Christa once more, “Come now, this is not the only reason you are here.”

“You’re right. I came here to speak to Omni myself.”

The angel seemed a bit amused and smiled, “Sounds like a long journey for all of you. You will find him over there.” The angelic being pointed far in the distance. “He dwells in Valhalla.”

“One more thing, I uh... We met an angel in the Void and there was an altercation. I don’t believe he made it out.” Christa spoke responsibly, and was almost prepared for the angel to smite her, while in her hand she still clutched her only means of defense - her Beretta.

The angel seemed to nod knowingly, and did not pay the human much mind. “I will see you again, young one.” His mystical voice was all that was left, as the celestial being vanished with a bright light, leaving his voice to drift in the clouds around them.

Christa inhaled a breath, and scanned the gazes that all fell on her after the angel had gone. “Well?” she responded to their paused expressions, giving Grobdum, Richtoffen, and Top Man the once over. “Lets go.”

The group departed, their weary bones seemed less so in the airy space of the clouds. They followed lines of light that seemed like they were strung along the clouds. They strolled beyond the golden city, and floated on the clouds, yet their tattered clothing set them apart, and any angel who glanced in their direction, could tell they did not belong.

It was not a long journey, and Lyra and Raw Onion even shared a few laughs. The tension rang shrill within their minds, no one knew what to expect, and no one knew what would come with the meeting of Omni. The group could only hope that he would be negotiable. The secondaries could only hope that he would listen to their pleas.

Christa lead the mismatched group of adventurers down the great hall and the air choked in her throat as her eyes laid on Omni, sitting on his throne, notably as white as the clouds.

[Thaal Sinestro]

Grobdum’s eyes slowly parted, a shining pearlescent light flooding his blurred vision. The world was soft, ephemeral, pleasant. The ground he lay upon was supple and supportive. The very air glowed with a positive radiance that was unlike he had ever felt before. In the smallest corner of his mind, he was sure that he could hear the sound of singing.

His bloodied, scabbing hands pressed into the clouds that lay below him, swaths of green now showing from beneath his cracked and peeling golden varnish. The bone necklace that lie around his neck rattled as he twisted his body and began to prop himself up. Upon his shoulders were the hands of his friends, lifting him up as he came to. He stood bare, without weapon, staff or artifact to cling to. All the goblin had left was his robes which had been ground full of dirt, blood and tears.

From where he lay, a towering city raised up above him, each structure gilded in complex and wondrous swoops of geometric golden patterns. There was no sun here, no need for light beyond the holy luminosity of the verse itself. In the sky, angels flew.

“Where are we?” the tiny creature meekly asked.

“The Oververse,” Lyra beamed, “We finally made it.”

Slowly rubbing his head, the goblin looked genuinely confused, “Why’s we ‘ere? Wot’s we doin’ in dis place?”

The group of people looked down at him with befuddled looks, “What do you mean? This is everything we’ve been working for! We finally made it, Grobdum! After everything, we’re finally here,” Lyra ecstatically explained.

The once-great leader of Da Golden Boyz stared into the Oververse blankly, and took a deep breath. “Oh.” He pointed towards the fluffy, joyful terrain, “Dis is wot you gits was questin’ aftah?”

“Yes, and we made it.” Lyra’s joy bloomed with every word. “Through all the pain and suffering, with all of our lost friends and companions… through everything, we’re here. We beat it.”

Looking down at his own beaten body, the goblin’s eyebrows bent inwards, a conflict rushing through his body. “Why’mI here?” he asked into the ether. He looked up to his comrades, searching for an answer, but they had none for him. “Why did I go through all dat? What’s I s’posed to do ‘ere?”

“Well,” Lyra said, trepidation soaking her tone, “we all came because we lost something, or because we needed something from Omni. We’re here for answers, or to right some wrong in our lives.” She knelt down besides the small man, placing a hand on his arm, “Why did you follow us if you didn’t even know where we were going?”

“He was following the warpath,” a deep, baritone voice answered from the sky above them. A shining angel descended, his glowing figure bursting with holy power. Sculpted armor lay over his chest and shoulders, glimmering steel inlaid with silver and gold images of wars past fought. On his hip, a sword gleamed from haft to tip.

The celestial being landed beside the conversing secondaries, easily standing a half foot higher than the tallest of them. He looked down on the pathetic creature, his swirling, radiant pupils shining upon him. “It is the way of this kind, to make war. They follow anyone, anything that feels great conviction. It is the source of their power, the wind from which their magic blows.” A faint, merciful smile crossed his lips, “It is simply what he is: a creature of instinct, a creature of conflict. He cannot escape what he is.” The angel gracefully gestured towards the collection of people that stood before him, “You just happen to be the war party he fell in with.”

Grobdum, his own golden gift now little more than a crackling masque, stood before the creature, small and frail in his figure and expression. He stared at his battered fingers, his sharpened, broken fingernails, his blood-soaked paraphernalia. All the creature had known was conflict, overcoming and destroying anything that stood in his path. Even his friends and allies, when the time came.

The angel used the tip of his sheathed scabbard to tilt the goblin’s chin up, forcing Grobdum to look into his burning eyes. “Do not be distressed, little one. This was how you were made. It is what you are.”

The group of adventurers looked on, some with pity and others with anger, as Omni’s servant spoke the truth into the tiny goblin’s ears. Pain welled up within Grobdum, pain that could not be inflicted upon him with a blade nor arrow, not with the force of a thousand spells. It was the pain of knowing who and what he was.

“Is dat really it?” he asked, gritty voice squeaking, “Is dat alls I’m good fer?”

The angel nodded softly, his every gesture kind and forgiving. “It is. I am sorry, little creature, but this was what you were made for. All Secondaries were created in the image of a Prime’s expectations. Their thoughts and intentions were woven into you, and within you, they only created the possibility of strife. It was literally what you were made for. Everything else, well, it is but a byproduct of that aim.”

The angel looked along the golden city, sweeping his short, curly brown hair back before he continued, “Just as I was made for my duties, we are each perfect in our compositions, because we are each made by the sculpting hand of a Prime. We are incapable of anything but perfection in our form, for we are crafted through sheer intention.” The glory of the natural light illuminated the angel’s features, casting his finely chiseled face and body into perfect shadow. “Do you understand?”

The goblin shook his head and whimpered, “No.”

The kind gaze of the angel turned back upon him. “Of course you do not. You were not made to understand.” With that, the angel’s wings flapped and he was cast back into the sky, far away from any more questions or answers.

Grobdum’s hands balled into fists, and a look of anger cleaned away his confusion. “I know what I want to ask Omni,” he said with a conviction that was almost uncharacteristic.

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When the time came for the group to leave, a shimmering trail left from their angelic guide, Grobdum plod out in front of everyone else. Some were gleeful, others determined as they marched onward over the cloud-formed hill-crests, their own personal journeys finally coming to an end. For Grobdum, it almost seemed as though it had just begun, a lifetime of suffering and conflict spanning out behind him in a vast and important blur.

The stares and calm demeanors of the Oververse’s denizens did little to detract the goblin from his path, his tiny feet making pace with even the larger of the congregation. It was not long before he stood within the halls of Valhalla, the grand white pillars that lined the path dwarfing most structures in the known world. At the end of the majestic pathway stood a grandiose throne, the back of which spanned up high and proud into the building.

Without thought, without feeling, Grobdum descended upon the God and stood before him, staring up at the grinning creature with his beady black eyes.

“Is you Omni?” he asked, his voice echoing over the hallways and corridors.

The white, genderless creature bent forward to look upon the greenskin without eyes to see him. “Who else would I be?”

“I gots meself a wish for yas,” Grobdum yelled, casting his arms up as he projected his little voice as far as he could. “I’z want to have purpose! I want to live fer somefin biggah den war! I want to be more den wot I wuz made for!”

[Omni]

[spoiler]

Okay, I did share this with Gildarts but apparently it didn't get posted as a whole. I also didn't realise you guys had reached Omni until just now, so I may have to back up a bit and delete Gildarts's last post.

THE WAY THIS WORKS

Each person will have a chance to interact with Omni one at a time. You may not post Omni's dialogue. You may ask him questions and then I will respond. Do not respond or post in between someone else posting and getting a response.

Try to keep your posts short. See what Shang and Atelos did. Essentially, don't write long monologues unless Omni is likely to sit and listen to you. Give me a chance to respond.

If nobody is online, you can call the next post again so we can have a bit of a back and forth. I'll try to respond as much and as often as possible. Obviously given the number of people this might take a week or two to get everyone satisfied but eventually I will cut you guys off.

This shouldn't just be for questions. I want you guys to interact, I want to see your reactions. If you do want to post a reaction that has nothing to do with the ongoing interactions, make that clear and that'll be fine, you don't have to "call" it.

If you do have any details of your characters you wish me to know and include, please let me know. I unfortunately haven't been able to keep up with the progress of the secondary saga so this is going to be rather impersonal in some respects but that fits Omni. However, if there are details such as you want to know the prime that summoned you, you will have to decide that and let me know so that I can include it in my role-play. Capice?

Thaal already posted Omni saying something so I'm going to let that slide and just answer it from there.

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The whole seemed to stretch on forever, beyond any need or sense, for it was empty. Golden pillows propped up the golden ceiling, so high above that one could feel sick simply looking upwards, trying to ascertain just how far it went. This was far beyond any mortal’s ability to build.

The air itself seemed to echo with an otherworldly chime; the kind that set one not at ease but neither to discordance. What it did do is make it clear to all of them that they were somewhere beyond physicality, beyond the mundane worlds of the eight main verses.

Omni uncrossed his legs and stood up. “My, my, my. What a number of secondaries we have here. I’m proud.”

Grobdum blurted out before anyone else could speak. “Is you Omni?”

Omni’s laughter was like the chime they heard faintly in the background had come to life, jingling up and down. Was it imagination that they felt it in their minds, the heady effect of being in this strange verse? “Who else would I be?” he replied.

“I gots meself a wish for yas,” Grobdum yelled, casting his arms up as he projected his little voice as far as he could. “I’z want to have purpose! I want to live fer somefin biggah den war! I want to be more den wot I wuz made for!”

Omni’s grin looked a little strained. “I happened to listen in to the conversation you were having with that Angel outside. Raptum speaks rather a little too much.” The silhouette sighed. “Perfection is a matter of perspective. As an example of an angel who follows my will, for example, he is far less than perfect.” As Omni placed emphasis on the word, they felt something like a deep vibration in the air. “Whereas as a war machine, you’re pretty much as perfect as they get, little G.”

Grobdum blinked in response.

[Gildarts]

Christa’s eyes drooped as she stood before Omni. She hadn’t prepared any sort of speech for this moment, she figured she honestly would just wing it. Now, here they were, and her lips couldn’t find the words. A struggle formed within her, almost torturous as the coils of strife wove deeply into her being.

Christa clenched her trembling hand into a ball as she mustered up the courage to breathe. She then realized, the courage was not from within her, but it was given to her, by the image of her sister. The leader’s eyelashes batted against themselves as her expression warped into one of regret.

Why are you here? The secondary imagined Omni would ask, taking up his valuable time, invading his valuable land in Valhalla. A twinge of pain dropped into her stomach, she was suddenly sick with fear.

Why had Katia collected them all here? Sure it hadn’t her Katia. That was why Christa was here. But they had been united by the ghost, and Christa now looked over her shoulder to see everyone that had made it this far. She knew she would have never gotten this far -actually making it to Omni’s throne- without their help... That must have been Katia’s reason for collecting everyone here. Or, perhaps deep down, the ghost wanted to see the nine other secondaries’ dreams come true, just like her sisters. There was no way in knowing. The ghost was gone, but the question remained.

Thought tangled within her mind as she witness the goblin announce his desires before her. The leader took in a gulp of air, and realized that tears were streaming down her freshly pink cheeks.

All her emotion, all at the thought of her sister. It all showed on her face.

“I...” Christa began, wondering if the use of her favorite pronoun was really something to be used in front of the great Omni himself. It didn’t matter, she had made it this far. What was one last sentence spoken after all she had been through? Her words came from her lips, cold as stone, and with passionate and wavering words, Christa was determined to speak only on the single breath she had taken from the room.

“I came here. I traveled through three far-different worlds. United these peoples' hopes and dreams. I came here to find you, and I suffered along the way. I was brought to this place unknowingly -unwillingly- and I changed with every trial thrown in my face. I surpassed every challenge your world has thrown at me. And I have endured. During this time, my life -I existed only for the sole purpose of finding you. But don’t you think I did this for you. Don’t you damn think that I came all the way here for you. Because that's a damn lie.”

“I did it for her. I’m here for my sister. All you have to do, is bring her back.”

[Omni]

Omni turned his head to Christa. “Sure,” he said. “If that’s what you want.”

His grin widened. “But I think you’d rather summon her yourself.”

[Thaal Sinestro]

Grobdum’s tiny brain skittered, gears grinding against the strain of the philosophy of his situation. He scratched his head, looking back and forth, unsure of how to manage even the minutest amount of doubt. In a WAAAGH!, there was no doubt. You moved forward, always, forever, looting what you could and burning what you couldn’t. It was an emotion he had never been forced to process before.

Pushing past Christa and looking up to Omni, the goblin hiccupped and twiddled his thumb, all of his previous steam and energy now dissipated. “But wot’s if I want ta do somefin’ othah than do a WAAAGH! ‘n ‘nat? Wot should I do? Kin I even do it? Should I do it?”

He scratched his head, not waiting for a response before he blurted out, “Wot should I be askin’ ye!? I don’ even know why I’m ‘ere! I thought we wuz jus’ goin fer a good laugh!” The greenskin’s anger suddenly bubbled back to the surface from the depths of his insecurity, “Dis is all grotted up!”

[Omni]

Omni scratched the back of his head, a bemused expression upon his features. “Ehh?” He cocked his head at the little green creature. “Well … I dunno! It’s your life and everything. I’m just like …” He held his palms out. “The guy, you know? I mean …” he said, shooting it back at the goblin, “Whadda you wanna do?”

[Gildarts]

"Summon her... Yourself.

"What does that even mean?" Christa echoed her bewildered thoughts and wiped away a threatening tear as she gazed upon Omni. He was everything the lore rumored him to be, and more.

[Omni]

Omni looked back at Christa, glad for something easier to address than Grobdum’s existential crisis. His grin returned as he said, cheerfully, “Well, I’ll just make you a prime. Never been done before, but I can do it. I’m pretty sure, I mean, I’m Omni,” he tittered. “But I warn you …” and his head lowered, still grinning. “You might regret the choice.”

[Thaal Sinestro]

“I… I don’t know!” the goblin shrieked, everyone in the group laying witness to his meltdown. “I don’t know wots I want!” He grabbed Lyra by the shoulders, shaking her violently, “Wot does I want!?” the goblin howled in her ears, sprinting off before she had a chance to answer.

“I…” he started, but trailing off. “I’m wantin’… ah…” He slapped his smooth, bald, head repeatedly, trying to jar the thoughts from his mind. “I WANT TO KNOWS WOT I WANT!”

Calling up to Omni, he yelled, “If you’z make me da best Warboss dere evah wuz, den I’d know wot I wanted! Dey always know what dey want!”

[Omni]

Omni looked droll. “I can’t just make you ‘da best Warboss dere evah wuz’,” he said, his voice actually switching to that of Grobdum as he imitated the speech. “That would be unfair to everyone else. You need to go through the lines and play by the rules, do you understand?”

Grobdum’s face answered with a blank expression.

“… Look, I’ll just make you a prime, okay? Then you can get as strong as you want. Just keep … doing what you do. I won’t lie, it’s pretty entertaining.”

[Thaal Sinestro]

Grobdum’s tyrade was once again stymied by a casual interjection of logic. “Wot’s a Prime?” he blurted, “Is dey da ones dat got da good magic?”

He contemplated for a moment, looking around to all of his allies and companions, but they were either too caught up in their own thoughts or confounded to offer any assistance. “Sod it, just do da ting!” he wrung his hands together, “If I’m gonna figure out wot I’m s’posed ta do, I gots ta get out dis bloody cloud and get back ta choppin’!”

His beady eyes darted up to the throne, “Right? I should be choppin’?”

[Omni]

Omni’s mouth opened a moment before he spoke. “Y … yes. Back to choppin’. You want to go back right now?”

[Thaal Sinestro]

Rubbing his chin, the goblin was filled with a moment of peace, the decision having been made for him. Nodding with all of the faux-sageliness he could muster, Grobdum replied “I gotsta wait fer da crew before I kin go back and start me WAAAGH!” Sitting down right where he stood, he crossed his arms and stared at the group, “So I’ll jus’ sit ‘ere till they’re done.”

[Yu Kanda]

Klaud observed as both the goblin as their leader interacted with the white godlike creature standing in front of her. She could not believe it, finally she made it. The silence that fell after the goblin sat that was deafening, and forced the exorcist to listen to her own heavy breathing. She knew this was her final destination, her goal. The tension started to rise, her body started to show she was getting nervous.

Now was not the time to shut down, it was the time to get what she came for, her families future, her entire families future. She stepped up, the heels of her boot were heard as they made a few steps on the stone floor. She cleared her throat and with her most honorable tone of voice she proceeded to address the white god.

"Omni, creator of this world. I have no desire to ask you any questions nor do I want to waste your time. My name is Klaud Nine, my goal was to find you to and request my partner Lau Jimin would be summoned to the Omniverse. Yet during this quest to find you I found another Partner, someone who also became very dear to me. With this in mind, I would like my family to be together, all of them, Lau Jimin, Jan and our unborn child. I want to request you provide me with the power of the primes so i can summon them here myself and start a life together. Together we will face the many forms of evil that exist in this world and the Black Order shall rise to face them."

Klaud's eyes were locked with the white deity in front of her, nervous of what he would say. She fought too hard to let this opportunity slip through her fingers.

[Omni]

Omni nodded. “Yes, I expected that many of you would take that deal once you found out about it. Once I make you a Prime, however, you will leave this place and return to the Nexus. Make certain that you are sure. Getting back here, as you know … is not a short walk.” Grin.

[Yu Kanda]

Klaud suppressed her smile and nodded.

"Yes, I understand. You won't see me or anyone from my family back here again. I will accept these terms, i cannot however speak for the entire group."

The exorcist turned around and looked towards the other survivors, they as well had endured many hardships to get here for their own reason. She was curious who would step up next. Now that the weight was lifted from her shoulders she returned towards the back of the group. Finally she will meet them again, Lau Jimin and Jan.