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TDM #8

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« « « AND IT GOES ON AND ON

It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit. Yet, solace is found in the lies we tell each other, comforted by the peace of knowing that we're not alone in our depravity, and once on this path, sin itself becomes the lesser of two evils masked in a cloud of normalcy.

This is how Duplicity has functioned since the beginning. The divide of power and social standing is overt in that Dominants influence the decisions made both publicly and privately while Submissives cater to the rules presented to them. It is the way of Duplicity to assign random designations at birth with no leeway in altering what has been given. Climate in the Up is far stricter than that of the Down; violating outlined personas for a Dominant or Submissive while in full view of others is punished by degree of infraction. In the Down, many tend to turn a blind eye to these sorts of offenses.

To counteract the discovery of the Deceit Gene – a natural "negative" response to all stimuli – the L.I.E.S. program was founded. The program had been designed to introduce new subjects to the current environment and test for the Deceit Gene through immersion in Duplicity's standing society. Sexual impulses and encounters increase the chances of detecting the gene within these individuals. Participants are typically released from L.I.E.S. after a year; however, results have remained unsatisfactory and testing still continues.

... and you’re here! Finally! Welcome to Duplicity.

After choosing a door and stepping through to the other side, the first thing that greets you are the enthusiastic faces of people in medical scrubs and pristine lab coats. Their enthusiasm translates to eagerness as they strip you of your clothes to perform a thorough examination—you will be healed, bathed, and given a paper gown to wear until your items can be processed and delivered to your residence later in the evening. You are also given a device that accesses the network as well as the time and location of orientation.

If you enter Duplicity into the Up, congratulations! You’re a Dominant, which means you are immediately picked up by a limo after processing and taken to your highrise. Here, it is two Dominants per floor with separate apartments. If you enter Duplicity into the Down, congratulations! You’re a Submissive, which means you are directed towards public transportation with the address of the motel you’ll be living in. Here, it is two Submissives per room with a shared common space for all rooms.

Enjoy your free time until orientation! Participation is mandatory by all new and old arrivals.

The hellish summer heat is finally starting to subside, and the cool breeze suggests autumn is approaching.

» » » TAKE A RIDE

After stepping through the door and participating in orientation, LIERS are assembled together in the Up for a tour of Duplicity in its entirety. Seats are in pairs and randomly assigned to Dominants and Submissives alike. Traveling from Fiddler's Square, the train journeys through various parts of the Up, showcasing society and examples of lifestyle. Along the way, frequent stops are made; a variety of passengers can be seen exiting and entering the doors. A Dominant with a kneeling Submissive takes a seat near the front of the train at one stop. A small group of Submissives board and sit closer to the LIERS at another, all seemingly content in their roles. As the tour continues through the Up, the train passes close to the Market and White Wall Bridge and zips by North Park before heading into the Down and bypassing Red Wall Bridge and South Park.

The train makes a "final" stop at Riddler's Square, where inhabitants of the Down are instructed to return to their temporary housing. Those who live in the Up are permitted to stay on the train and revisit the same locations while returning.

« « « A POCKET OF PENNIES

The weather’s getting cooler, and people have begun transitioning from summer clothing to the sweaters and jackets of early fall. With jackets come pockets, and with pockets come a bizarre uptick in robberies.

Then again, perhaps the correlation is flawed. In the Down, getting robbed is a constant threat. Gangs of street toughs look for lone or inattentive people who look like they’ve got valuables on hand. Uncontracted Submissives are particularly easy to rob, since authorities have little time to bother with a lowly Submissive without a Dominant to advocate for them. One particularly nasty gang of young adult men, the Bulldogs, hangs out near the train, looking to ambush unwary Submissives fresh out of Orientation. They are prone to violent muggings and will simply beat up their target and leave them in a gutter when they’re finished robbing them.

In the Up, the streets are nominally safer, but there have been reports of a group of college-aged Submissive women taking advantage of their designation to attack travelers. They, too, stand near the train and the orientation center, looking to seduce passersby into an alley where a group of them can beat and mug their victims, usually Dominants looking to capitalize on their pretty appearances.

But you’re truthfully at risk anywhere in the city. The new arrivals are easy targets, and any brazen thief might get the idea to make some quick cash. The authorities are spread too thin to help, but perhaps LIErs can look out for one another?

Or they might just get in on the thievery. Everyone’s out for themselves, after all.

« « « NEW FLESH LIKE A GLOVE

( CW: potential dubcon, drugs, BDSM/sexual torture, prostitution, public use )

Surrounding a large building near the orientation center in the Up, banners and fliers announcing the beginning of the inaugural Duplicity High Tech Sexpo, a trade show for businesses and manufacturers of adult novelties. Since this is the expo’s first year, admission is free and many excited volunteers are handing out vouchers all over the city. These vouchers can be exchanged for goods and services within the expo, but have no monetary value outside of it. Even if you refuse them, you’ll likely find two or three of them tucked into your bag or pocket.

Inside the expo hall, there are dozens of booths pitching a variety of entertainments. Many offer interactive demonstrations, showing off their tech for the crowds of interested onlookers. Competition is fierce, and booths try to attract attention and customers through any means necessary. There are private rooms all around the expo for potential customers to try out the products. Booths will also happily accept volunteers for demos, or try to recruit them by bribing them with cash or free samples. There’s a nasty rumor going around that some are recruiting volunteers via more illicit means, like drugging and dressing them up, but surely that’s an exaggeration…

Some of the smaller booths sell more traditional toys and accessories: leashes and collars, specialty lubes and massage oils, fetish gear, strap-ons, dildos and vibrators in myriad shapes and sizes, and other basic items. Others advertise apps for the devices, the most notable of which is HUGGR (which LIErs may recognize as a poorly rebuilt sex-themed version of a certain other app.) The closer you get to the big-ticket sponsor booths, the more elaborate and fantastic the products become.

One of the most eye-catching demos is for the Climax VR Headset. You and a partner both wear a VR headset, which displays a collaborative virtual scenario. Both partners can alter the setting and surroundings however they like, and any sexual activity conducted in VR transmits real sensations to their bodies. You can come together without ever physically touching.

Symphony Hydraulics have a large, loud booth where crowds gather to watch perhaps the most outrageous demo: a variety of fucking machines. Volunteers get stripped, strapped in, and turned on, brought to screaming orgasms in front of the whole crowd. There is a fifteen minute break between demos on each machine, as some poor intern hurriedly washes and sanitizes them between uses. In the interim, they offer smaller, portable versions for sale or rent at the expo. (Some may note that a few of the Symphony Hydraulics staff members look a bit familiar.)

Does all this high-tech equipment have you overwhelmed? Wish you could go back to a simpler time? Sir Robert’f Bedroome Provifionf (sic) is helmed by historical reenactor Robert Plum, who has also created his own line of medieval torture device-themed sex toys. Need a chastity belt to keep your Submissive all to yourself? A rack with an attached spreader-bar? An iron maiden with soft vibrating silicone ticklers inside? All the stocks and whips and chains you could ever need? Sir Robert has you covered. Of course, everything on display is harmlessly altered for sexual novelty purposes, but one might also ask to see Sir Robert’s “special” merchandise in the back.

Perhaps the most unassuming booth at the expo belongs to Grandma Hattie’s Snacks and Sweets. Grandma Hattie, a kindly old Submissive, has partnered with a tech company to produce what appear to be completely normal vending machines, stocked full of her tasty homemade bread, snack cakes, and other baked goods. Vouchers are good for a free sample of any treat from a vending machine. They taste amazing and have no apparent odd effects-- until 10 minutes after consumption, when you suddenly gain an insatiable craving for a random kink. Your craving will dominate your thoughts for three hours, or until it is appeased.

« « « PERFECTION OF THE DIGITAL

(CW: potential dubcon, objectification)

By far the largest and shiniest booth comes from expo sponsors Sexy Metal Incorporated, who have set up a display of their incredible high-tech sexbots. These life-sized dolls are made of extremely realistic material that feels like warm human skin, and come with state-of-the-art mechanics that give them lifelike movement. Engineers show off how the bots can be plugged into a computer and programmed to act any way the buyer likes.

They come in a wide variety of customizable appearances and eerily, some of the bots on display look exactly like people you may know. Booth staff encourage customers to buy these dolls, or to rent them and give them a try onstage in front of the fascinated crowds. If that’s not kinky enough, one of the engineers has purchased a VR headset from another booth, and programmed it to interface with the bot’s controls. Care to slip inside the silicone skin of another person?

« « « MOD & OOC NOTES

Please read carefully.

On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles; these will vary each TDM. On an IC level, characters will still have gone through the doors but assignments OOCly are still randomized. When applying, there is a section of the application that denotes whether the character chooses "left" or "right". When participating on the TDM, there will be a third option. Players may link either a top level or a thread (five or more comments from their character) from the TDM and title the link as "Door Pass". This means that the player is choosing to take the designation that they were randomly assigned on the TDM, rather than taking the designation of a door. If the player decides to select a door rather than use the pass, then they are trying their luck; they may get the same designation they had on the TDM or the opposite. Once the application is submitted, players can't change their choice.

To assign roles to characters for this TDM, use the following guide: In celebration of our one year, pick whichever role you want for your character!

» A Pocket Full of Pennies: Feel free to come up with any free-roving gangs or petty criminals you like for your characters to tangle with.

» New Flesh Like A Glove: Characters can spend money on items at the expo, or may exchange vouchers for what they want. Each voucher has a value of about $5 within the expo and they may be acquired by finding them, having them handed to characters/stuffed in their pockets or bags by expo volunteers, or paid them in exchange for “volunteering” at booths.

Characters may indeed try before they buy, either out in the open or using one of the provided private rooms with a partner. The expo has a staff of unpaid student interns tasked with cleaning and sanitizing products if they are used but not purchased.

Grandma Hattie’s snacks can inspire characters to have any kink you may desire.

» Perfection of the Digital: Sexbots can resemble any player characters, including brand new arrivals/test drive characters. They can also resemble characters that yours knows from home. The engineers have no explanation for this, and the one who identifies himself as the designer will shrug and say he gets inspiration from many places.

The sexbots are hot-ticket expensive merchandise, so security is tight around the booth. Characters who attempt to steal or destroy a sexbot (for instance, one who looks like themselves) will be quickly set upon by guards, who are meant to eject them from the expo. However, many of the guards will take bribes from other booths to provide them model “volunteers,” drugged into complacency.

If characters want to acquire a sexbot permanently, they will have to buy it or exchange a hefty 50 vouchers for it.

Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!!

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[ He can't help it: he shoots her a thoroughly unimpressed look. If he were one to use more modern lingo, it would plainly be saying, 'No shit.'

But he pinches the bridge of his nose with a quiet sigh. Clearly this woman is rather sheltered. Even her attempt to shove him away had seemed more a panicked, instinctual response than deliberate. ]

Ah, yes... Someone like you won't be familiar with travel between worlds, will you.

[ He considers her briefly. Then gestures flippantly. ]

No helping it I suppose. I was bored anyway. Would you like a chaperone until you're calmer?

[the look makes her inwardly quail, but outwardly try to look confident. it's up for debate how well she succeeds.

it was a largely self-imposed shelter. she's never been the most confident person and generally preferred time in with her books to time out partying with friends. even in college, she only has two close friends. as for relationships...she tries to not dwell on Christian and how they parted, but it's hard]

What? No. We barely made it to the moon.

[she's still trying to look confident, though the effect is likely diminished by how she's biting her lower lip.

his offer takes her by surprise] --are you sure? I don't want to be a burden.

[ The moon?

It takes quite some effort for him to school his face. Only one civilisation to his knowledge has ever harnessed the level of technology needed to come close to even contemplating that sort of reach and they were now long dead. Yet here she is casually telling him that their race has managed to achieve it? 'Barely', but still.

He's almost impressed. Almost. Cynicism kicks in after the shock subsides. Surely they must have had someone nudging progress along in that direction. He can't quite believe the average human demonstrating that level of...competence. Not on their own. ]

...You would not be a burden. I'm offering. [ He crosses his arms loosely, watching her. ] Mayhap you can tell me about how you travelled to the moon as we walk.

[while to her, going to the moon is old news. it was way before she was even born, they managed to do it twice, and no one's tried ever since. where she's from, the space program only really makes news if something bad happens.

and as far as she knows, they did it on their own. she knows that people believe in UFOs, but she considers those crackpot theories]

Oh. Well, thank you. [and she considers his request for a moment] I could try, but I wasn't a history or physics major. There's a lot about the science I don't know.

[ He shrugs at her. ] That you found your way to the moon at all is a feat and I would know anything you are able to share.

Ah, but where are my manners...

[ He hasn't introduced himself yet, has he? Solus sweeps a shallow bow to her. ]

Solus zos Galvus. Emperor of Garlemald.

Oh. Well, uh, it all kind of started with this big competition between the United States and the Soviet Union about forty years ago. Both countries wanted to prove that they had the best and brightest scientists working for them because they were rivals in just about everything. The Soviets managed to get a man in space first, but we--the United States--got I think two manned missions to the moon. The Soviets never managed to do it and have since fallen apart into a bunch of other countries.

--oh my gosh, manners! Mine, too! I'm Anastasia Steele. People call me Ana.

[and his bow has her blinking in surprise. his introduction leaves her gaping]

You're--you're an emperor? How did you wind up here, of all places?

[ That sounds, he thinks with some amusement, fairly similar to the history of Belah'dia. At least insofar as the rivalry is concerned. People never do change, do they. ]

The same way everyone else did, I imagine. Although normally I would have control over where I end up. Quite inconsiderate of whoever is responsible.

[ He would very much like to meet the person who is able to drag him across worlds like this. He only knows of one capable of such a feat. ]

Hmm, 'Anastasia Steel'... [ For obvious reasons, he doesn't realise there is a silent 'e'. ] Unusual name. You work in metallurgy?

[they don't. there's a saying on her world, "history repeats itself. first as tragedy, second as farce"

and she's still boggling over the emperor thing] I don't know what I should call you! Your Majesty? Your Highness?

Whoever it is, they must not be afraid of much. Stealing me, that's one thing. Stealing an emperor? That's something else entirely.

[her brows furrow for a moment] Metallurgy? No, no, I was a college student studying English literature but I graduated. I had a couple of job interviews lined up, but I guess I'm going to miss those.

[ This is quite funny to watch: her figurative hand-wringing over his title. Wherever she's from, they must not have a ruling class. ]

My people address me as 'Your Radiance', but here you may call me 'zos Galvus' - or simply Galvus, I suppose. Titles seem superfluous here.

[ A surname of 'Steel' and yet she studies...literature of English? Hm. Perhaps her ancestors were the metalworkers. Although so much of what she says is foreign to him, he has travelled enough to pick out context even with unfamiliar terms. Mostly.

Ergo, there are at least two countries: the United States (a collection of smaller cities?) and the Soviet Union, now broken. And as for what she just mentioned... ]

Who or what are the English?

[they do have a ruling class. two of them, in fact: the elected politicians and the extremely wealthy. Christian was the latter, which always made her wonder why a man like him would be interested in someone like her.

and she's flushed and trying to look properly respectful] Which--which one would you prefer?

[she honestly has no idea if her ancestors were metalworkers or not. her biological father was in the Army and died during a training accident. she never met his parents or any of his family. her stepdad was a carpenter before he retired and her mother never did anything aside from retail, preferring to stay at home and let her husband (whichever one it was at the time) take care of her.

there are many, many more countries than those, but don't ask her. geography always gave her a headache]

It's, uh, it's two things. A language and a people. My main focus was on literature written in English from England.

Ahh, I see. So you have these united 'states', a Soviet Union which is no longer a union, and England.

[ And she's a scholar of sorts! He does have some grudging respect for people of learning. At least they try and conquer their ignorance. ]

Hmm, call me 'zos Galvus' then. I am more like to respond to that. It's familiar.

[ Beckoning to her, he begins to walk. Just around the convention building for now. Pacing is good for thinking and she's given him plenty to think about.

If she has questions about him, he will answer. ]

And many, many more. There are so many countries, I couldn't even try to list them all.

[she was always good at school, both before college and during. she graduated with a 4.0 GPA which she's really proud of. the literature courses were easy, but the courses in math and science weren't as easy. so she made herself study even harder and went to tutoring to make sure she got As in them as well]

All right. [she thinks a moment, then bows] It's good to meet you, zos Galvus.

[she follows along at his side, darting looks at him now and then. she has so many questions, but doesn't want to come off as rude. finally, she summons her courage and asks]

What is your country like?

[ A momentary lapse has him glancing at her in surprise. His country...? Oh, right. He wrenches his thoughts back to the present. ]

Garlemald is a nation built by a people who were shunned for their lack of magical ability, in a world where most everyone has some affinity for the arcane in one capacity or another. It began as a republic, a small, inconsequential state in the northern mountains, until the discovery of a vital fuel called ceruleum. Its discovery begat a technological revolution, and Garleans quickly developed tools and machina which allowed them to dominate their surrounding regions.

[ A pause. ] I was a legatus at the time, but I oversaw the creation of weapons and war machina which I then had our armies use to annex the neighbouring lands. Over the decades, Garlemald expanded its reach until it became the empire it is today - with me as its first emperor. [ He gestures at the city around them. ] It is not unlike our current environs. Although it is also...very unlike them.

[ He falls into silence, staring wistfully at an art deco style building. ]

[she takes in what he says, wide-eyed. she's never heard of magic being real and associates it with books like "The Lord of the Rings" which she read for one of her English literature classes]

So--so technology was able to beat magic? Every movie and book I've ever seen has the opposite happening.

It sounds like you had to really work hard to become emperor. [a pause] How old are you, if you don't mind me asking? [in a rush] You don't have to answer that if you don't want to. And how is your home like this place?

[ He bursts into derisive laughter. Oh, the irony-- ]

Nay, ceruleum itself is concentrated aether, and aether is the basis of all magicks on the star. Though if you mean to say that our machinery won against magecraft then you would be correct. No other lands were as advanced as Garlemald's in that aspect. We had even managed to master flight.

[ His home, though... Ah, his home. He knows what he should answer, but it wars with how he wants to answer. After some internal struggle, he sucks in a quiet breath and elaborates: ]

Garlemald is the heart of the Garlean Empire and thus stands as the pinnacle of everything which has been achieved. Like here, it is not uncommon to see vehicles traversing the streets...

[ He gestures to a passing car. ]

I do not know what those are called, yet the idea is the same. There are none of these...illuminated signs hanging everywhere, but I see an echo in the design of the street lamps. [ Pointing out a digital advertisement and the lamps curving above the road as he speaks. ] And finally, much of this city is made of artificial stone and steel. Garlemald was built much the same way, though with far more defensive fortifications.

[ Explanation done, he lets his arm drop and eyes her from his periphery, a small smirk playing upon his lips. ]

As for my age, I shall simply say that I am older than I appear.

[when he breaks out into derisive laughter, Ana has to bite back hard on a sharp retort. she knew such a thing would lead to Christian wanting to beat her and she doesn't want to chance it with someone she's getting to know]

...oh. Okay. It's just that where I'm from, ether is a debunked theory about the make-up of the universe, so. Yeah. [she looks down for a moment until he continues with the fact that machinery did in fact win out, that brings her head back up again] Do you guys use flight for travel, or is it mainly used for war?

[she follows his gesture at the car with her eyes] Where I'm from, that would be called a car.

[and she nods at his further description] It's not really that different from Seattle--where I lived---either. The architecture's different of course and this place looks a little more high tech, but [she shrugs] not that strange.

[since Ana overthinks everything, she wonders why he's smirking at her]

...oh. Is that more magic or really good genes?

Did I not just say Garleans are incapable of magic?

[ Despite the words, his tone remains humorous. He shrugs at her and exhales a shorter, softer laugh. ]

As the empire grew, flight was necessary to extend its reach to the furthest ends of the landmass as well as facilitate movement between its conquered cities. Airships therefore served both as transport and machines of war.

[ Curious that aether is non-existent where she is from, he thinks. His star may be split fourteen ways but the laws of reality are (currently) immutable. Even if this should be another... ]

Every living thing is made of aether. Even yourself. Are you going to tell me you do not believe in the existence of souls as well?

[despite his tone, she visibly flinches at his words] Right, you're right. Sorry.

[she knots her hands together and glances over at him] That's what they're used for back home, too. For travel to new and exciting places and for war.

[she comes from a world with no magic, no witches or wizards, no vampires or werewolves, just men and women. who can be terrible enough on their own without any outside assistance]

We believe in souls. Or at least, three of my world's major religions do. I don't know about Buddhists or Hindus. I never took a course in comparative religions. [she doesn't know what she herself believes for certain. occasionally, she'd make bargains with god. "if I get an A on my Trigonometry final, I'll go to a meeting of the Campus Crusade for Christ." that sort of thing]

[ Such timidity. He hadn't meant it as a rebuke. He takes a moment to raise an eyebrow at her but otherwise does not comment on her reaction. It seems to be par for the course for her. ]

'Buddhist' and 'Hindu', is it? Intriguing. Garleans do not practise religion as a rule - they do not believe in salvation born of faith or prayer. It is dangerous to do so for it can give rise to primal beings. Are your religions the same?

[she's always been timid and more than a bit of a pushover. such tendencies weren't helped by being punished for such things as rolling her eyes at Christian, but she'll never admit to that. she still loves Christian, despite what he did to her]

Mm-hmm. Two very common religions, but the major three are Judaism, Christianity, and Islam. The latter two are outgrowths from Judaism, but historically speaking the three have been in conflict for centuries. I can only really speak for Christianity because that's the most popular religion where I'm from, but most Christians believe that you have to accept Jesus Christ as their lord and savior to be saved. But they're also big fans of faith and prayer. [a pause] What are primal beings?

For someone who claims to be a scholar in English literature, you seem well-versed on a variety of topics.

[ His tone is dry but he is...a tiny bit impressed. And how in Zodiark's name have her people not managed to summon their god through such fervent faith by now? ...Ah, right - a lack of crystals. She did mention they lack aether. ]

Primal beings are... Hmm, how shall I put it in terms you will understand? [ He frowns in thought, tapping his fingers idly. ] In essence they are the result of an abundance of aether and strong visualisation. They represent a fundamental idea - or in most cases, belief. Though they are sentient, they function as an extension of the wills of their summoners and in turn temper their minds and the minds of anyone exposed to their influence against anything other than that singular will.

Do you follow so far?

[she flushes faintly] I took a course on history of the Middle Ages as an elective. The wars and conflicts between the three religions were a big part of the class.

[she knows enough to know that many people expect the second coming of Jesus to be any day and she's heard of the rapture, but neither her mom nor her stepdad were all that religious. she didn't have a background of going to church and praying and fervent belief. Christmas was for presents and Easter was for Cadbury Creme Eggs.

and she follows what he says carefully, faint concentration lines visible between her brows]

...okay. I think so?

[ Does that mean she's living in the 'end ages' now, he wonders? But from her manner it doesn't sound like she's facing some sort of impending doom. Perhaps the term is used relative to the era in which the wars occurred. ]

If you have questions, you may interrupt.

[ To continue-- ]

What I am attempting to say is that primals are a result of one person or many people imagining - very strongly - a concept or belief. This concept is given form through a vast quantity of aether, which is the basis of all life on the star as I mentioned. Without it, all one has is an empty prayer.

[ He raises his hand as if to snap his fingers, only to apparently change his mind. He makes a pointed motion instead. ]

So - you have your concept and your aether. You mentioned that these Christians' deity is 'Jesus Christ'? Imagine that his worshippers came together under these conditions and brought forth a tangible figure, in the flesh so to speak. Their 'lord and saviour' would temper their minds so that they could worship no other god, and judging by your description, would then go on to seek out further supplicants.

[no, she's not living in any kind of end times, at least not that she's aware of. she'd guess that she's living in the modern times, but that's really subjective.

and she gapes for a moment at the conclusion to his explanation]

Oh my gosh. If people back home could do that--bring back Jesus for real or even just as a copy--it would be pandemonium. Especially if he could make other people who weren't Christians unable to believe in anyone but him.

The thing is, supposedly Jesus died to absolve people of their sins, was resurrected, and went back to Heaven. But before leaving, he apparently said that he'd be back and when he was, that would be the beginning of the end of the world. It wouldn't matter that he was just a construct, Christians would take it that they were right and everyone else was wrong and non-Christians would be kind of brainwashed into going along with it anyway.

[ He can't help but laugh again - and this time there's a tinge of black humour to it. No matter the place or time, the worship of gods is easily twisted and warped. Such pitiful things. ]

Indeed. The havoc that their deity could wreak upon the rest of the population would be astounding. Not to mention that their very presence can drain further aether out of their surroundings. Worshippers oft have a need to offer sacrifices to their god in order to sustain them.

And worst of all: once they manifest, they are very difficult to kill without certain protections. Simply standing in their presence risks tempering.

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I finally have MORE ICONS

YAY ICONS!! plus (cw: poor bdsm practices)

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when you realise how horrifying a primal!Jesus would actually be...