Post by Ichor on Aug 25, 2020 18:37:06 GMT -5
Before the blackness takes form, Dioscuri already knows what it is.
"Heyaaaaa. Are you here to see the new thing the blobbies and I made or should I be like... worried or something?"
The amorphous cloud of swirling mass doesn't have a mouth, but it laughs. "I am here to behold the f r u i t s of dEmOcRahahahahHAHAHAHAHAHAcY, dear Godborn - but whether you should be w o r r i e d is eNtIrEly up to y o u. Will you t e l l me aHAHAHAHAHbout this c r e a t u r e?"
Dioscuri takes a few slow glances between the thing she's just made for the bloblings and the dark mess she knows to be Eris. Something within her is telling her that it's probably best to not engage, to not respond, but with the God of Chaos floating so closely and watching her so expectantly... there's probably no way for her to politely duck away without insulting him.
Ichor's Godborn gulps. "Uh, it's like... a vegetable creature? The blobs couldn't decide between vegetable and creature so we kinda picked both. They made it blue and green and I chose that it was glowy and now it's over there walking around, which is p hella."
"And how l o n g did it take you to m a k e this?"
"... a whiiiiiile. I had to talk through making the thing with the blobbies, and we went through every decision together, so like. It took a bit, but I think it turned out to be not totally terrible. And now it's walking around and doing things and living, and I'm wondering if it'll be okay and if I should've given it a nose even though the blobs didn't specify that it should have a nose, and I'm realizing I never asked how big it should be. Did the blobbles want it to be hand-sized or house-sized? Is that too many words? You showing up unannounced is making me hella nervous. Looks like I talk a lot when I'm nervous. That's annoying." Dioscuri ends her sentence wincing.
"And how do you f e e l about that? How long this thing took to make, how v e r y much you had to wAiT to hear eVeRyBoDy's opinions on what they wanted before you could j u s t make a d e c i s i o n?"
Dioscuri squints. "Are you trying to lead me somewhere with this? It sounds like you're going in some kind of direction, buddy, and that's not hella. This was my first time making something with the blobs and even though it made me tired and I couldn't put much of my own influence into what we made, they listened to me too. It was a back and forth thing."
Eris tugs his form together into something more solid, his body becoming noodle-shaped, his face becoming more lion-esque. He shakes out a midnight-coloured mane and pops paws and legs from his center mass as well. Now that he has a visible mouth, he grins. "But it took so l o n g... if you were not burdened by having to l i s t e n to these liFe FoRmS, you could do so much m o r e. You are part Life Goddess, Dioscuri - do you not feel the pull? Don't you feel u n f u l f i l l e d? Let me tell you s o m e t h i n g - when I
go long periods of t i m e without doing something funky, something cRaZy, something out of the o r d i n a r y... I begin to wither. I begin to fade. I've lost corporeal form before, trying to hold myself in, trying to hold myself baHAHAHAHAHAck. Are you not feeling... h u n g r y?"
Dioscuri's mouth is hanging slack by the time Eris is done speaking. Without knowing it, she licks one long fang. "... maaaaaybe a little..."
"Of c o u r s e you are. You were made to c r e a t e, not to sit by while everyone else decides what is created f o r you. If you can only use your aHAHAHAHAbilities when the bloblings permit it... are you the God, or are t h e y? And maHAHAHAHAybe equally as i m p o r t a n t - what do you do when you're hUnGrY?"
The Godborn's eyes are wide, her blue-red insides swirling with thought... but she shakes her head as if she's trying to get a bug off of it a second later. "I can't do it, though. I literally know how disappointed Ichor would be."
Eris swirls around the humanoid, his impossibly long body doing laps around her as she struggles to find his eyes. "Then let m e do it... I am alreaHAHAHAHAHAdy tainted in I c h o r ' s eyes, already scorned."
"You really are," she replies reflexively.
"Y e s. Then so you know I am not l y i n g - now, how about t h i s... I creaHAHAHAHAte life for this b a r r e n sphere while y o u watch, and we will b o t h be sated. I will gaHAHAHAin power from being a v e r y nAuGhTy Eris and you will watch all of the L i f e spewing into existence and be filled up beyond your w i l d e s t dreams."
Dioscuri moans.
"... w h a t do you say, D i o s and C u r i?"
"... maybe just one thing wouldn't hurt."
"E x c e l l e n t. Then let's make it something h e l p f u l, even. Nobody caHAHAHAHAHAn fault us if we create something u s e f u l." Eris unravels himself and makes some distance between himself and Dioscuri, and then snaps his lion paw's fingers, even though they weren't fingers a moment ago. A turtle-like creature appears, except it's got a mop attached to its tail, as well as an inverted shell. It looks around pensively for a moment before spraying a stream of highly pressurized water at an especially soiled tile and then scuttling away.
"What is that thing? Its body shape reminds me of something... something Old World flavoured." Dioscuri nods slowly.
"A b a t h t u b. What I have just s p a w n e d is a bath tub creature that enjoys c l e a n i n g. How unlike me, I know, but it is not only ChAoS that I sow."
Dioscuri watches the back of the tub-thing bob as it moves across the land... and she can already feel an icky feeling she hadn't known was there dissipating, like she's shedding dead skin as a snake would. Energy flows down her forearms and spreads into the many passageways along her hands and fingertips, leaving her tingling.
Eris closes his eyes to think about his next work of art, but a sudden clatter erupts and when he opens his eyes, Dioscuri is split in two... or, rather, Dios is bringing himself to his feet, brows knitted, fists closed at his sides. Curi is looking dumbfounded, opening and closing her hands.
"That's it, I'm out." He starts stomping off and his hooves make a considerable racket against the tiles.
But he doesn't manage to get very far before Eris is cutting him off, his long bod almost clotheslining him at the speed he's going at.
"Oh? Why are you l e a v i n g so s o o n? I still have so mAnY ideaHAHAHAHAs."
Dios skids to a stop and tries to find a way around Eris, but he keeps stretching himself out to fill the spaces he tries to go. It doesn't take long for him to just stand still and cross his arms. "Will you stop it? We should've just left while we had the chance - nope, sorry Eris, too busy having just created a creature to talk to you when you're clearly looking to cause trouble."
"Cause t r o u b l e? Dios, Dios... what if I'm just trying to h e l p you?"
Dios scoffs. "You already said you were going to be gaining energy from being 'a very naughty Eris'. You know what you're doing."
Dios blinks and suddenly Eris is shifting again, pulling his lion-like limbs in and rolling back into a murky cloud of inky blackness. Now that his path is clear, Dios starts to leave... but something keeps him entranced and he moves at a snail's pace as Eris reforms, swirls of matter joining together slowly to form something solid.
Eris hovers closer to Dios and the Godborn lags and finds his face level with Eris'... extremely sculpted six pack? It seems that Eris has chosen a 'human' form, with...
Hella...
Chiseled...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABBBBBBBBBBSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS...
Dios releases one long, trapped breath, which Eris can no doubt feel move across his stomach, considering their newly shared proximity.
He raises a hand and covers his mouth with it. Why the hell did Eris shift all of a sudden? He must have some sort of angle, be trying to manipulate him in some way. He looks upon his raven, tousled hair that shines in the starlight, his dark crop top with the word 'DISCORD' written across it, the crimson tank top that's hugging his body so closely it's almost like it's been painted on... large horns that swoop slightly backward are erupting out of his head, and his black jeans have tears in them. He can smell the slightly chemical, spiced scent of the leather jacket that sits on top of it all... and it's got a couple spikes on it, more on one side than the other, and rings... what business does the God of Chaos have wearing a crop top and rings?
"Dios." Hearing his name has him looking up into his glowing red eyes. "Listen to me for a moment. You and Curi, you're starving. Ichor is starving. I am starving. Themis is starving. This newly created planet where we need to request the ability to use our powers is leaving us famished. I know Ichor is concerned that we're going to have to end her cute little bloblings if we keep making moves without their permission, but if we don't find a way to sate ourselves... we're going to wither, and then there will be nothing new ever, not even with democracy. I may be being a very naughty Eris, but Ichor has been being naughty for far, far longer, doing far worse.
Now, I need your help. I need you to stay here and allow me to use your presence to inject life into these creatures. I need a chaperone, a Life creature present so that I may create True Life. And if you're here, you can keep me from making anything... too terrible."
Curi takes a moment to interject. "I would do a reeeeeeeeeeeeeeally bad job at keeping him from making weird and violent things all by myseeeeeelf!"
The male-leaning Godborn takes a moment to process the words, the words of his twin thoroughly eclipsed by the God's; he can already feel his muscles relaxing as Eris speaks to him in an uncharacteristically smooth, buttery voice. "Why... aren't you speaking like you usually do?"
"I'm just shutting the others out, Dios. Many people mistake me speaking in my usual voice as me not taking things seriously, and I would be devastated if you thought that I, the God of Chaos and all things Disorderly, was not taking this seriously."
Eris slips his fingers beneath Dios' chin and tilts it upward, gently placing his fingertips against his jaw. "Will you stay with Curi and I? Ichor's plan is failing fast and this may be one of the last chances you really get to feed."
Dios can hardly hear Eris over the rushing of blood within his mind and ears, and he's probably flushed down to the collarbone with every colour of the rainbow at this point. The fingers in contact with his skin are making him realize just how many nerves he has. Is he really getting touched so carefully, so tenderly by... Eris?
"... fine."
Eris pulls his hand away, gingerly scraping along the curve of the more masculine Godborn's jaw with his claws as he does. He manages to scratch a little noise out of him on his way out; an unexpected bonus.
Dios finds his wobbly way over to sit beside Curi, and Eris jumps off of the troublesome ground beneath him and into the air. "Let's get started, then. Since fish are my signature creation here, let's begin with a fish."
Eris snaps his fingers and a fish flops down against the tiles, making a squelchy thud. It's a fish with many stripes that run all the way down its body.
Curi giggles at its misfortune as it tries to gasp for air, but ultimately floats it over to the water nearby and drops it in. It seems much happier there. The more feminine of the twins is finding it hard to stop herself from smiling; it's like some sort of maternal instinct is pumping her full of serotonin. Life is being created in front of her and the feeling of seeing it pop into being is equal parts wondrous and intoxicating.
"Since we're making scaled things, let us move into a slightly different scaled creature."
He moves one fingertip against another and two different versions of the same thing appear, both jewel-toned but one brighter than the other. They're snakes with wings, and they immediately flick their tongues out to survey the area around them and gain information about it.
Curi is practically giggling at this point, thudding the flats of her feet against the earth, unable to contain her joy. "Looooook at their little WINGS! One of the pairs is smaller than the other, just like when Dios and I are Dioscuri. Dios, Dios, don't they look like us?"
"... maybe a little."
"Well, Curi - since you seem to be having so much fun, why don't you join me up here and we'll make something together?"
Curi doesn't even hesitate. Her eyes widen at the very suggestion and she's zipping off before Dios can even think to tell her no. She jumps off into the air as if there's a platform and rests a few feet off the ground. Eris holds his hand out for her and she takes it, and they both spin to face Dios.
"Try to anticipate what I want to make, and we'll do it together."
Curi closes her eyes and focuses on Eris' mind, which opens up to her, allows her permission to enter. But as soon as she's in, she kinda wants out; the walls in here are moving, as if they're thousands of different beings trying to get to different destinations all at once.
"Focus."
Curi focuses and the image of some sort of dripping tree comes up. "You want to make... some kind of tree?"
"Yes... good. What else can you tell me about the tree?"
Curi wades closer to the tree and smells... something yummy? She swipes some of the drippy stuff from the top and puts it in her mouth. "It's sweet! And cold!"
"Now recreate it with me. I'll fill in the parts you don't know yet."
When Curi returns to the real world, a new type of tree is before her; it's covered in flat little spheres and has a lump of three differently coloured cold, drippy semi-liquids.
"Wow... it has so much STUFF on it. What is all that stuff?"
"Memories, Curi. It's all memories." Eris twirls Curi around and her drippy cloak flutters outward with the motion. He extends her hand out for her and when it's at its full extension, a surge of light crackles against the tiles and a bush appears, filled with savoury scents and a large, bready center.
Soon, the two of them are dancing in the sky. Eris takes one step left and so does she, following, and with one flick of her hair something appears on the ground.
Another tree, filled with unknown salty objects.
After that, a scaled worm with salty claws.
Curi giggles the kind of giggle where she doesn't know where one giggle ends and the other begins. If she had a human body, she would probs be peeing herself from laughter right now. Some combo of the energy cascading through her and the walking on air makes her feel weightless and free.
Next, a glowing, wavy kelp is created.
Then, a cross between a cow and goat, but with a see-through head that contains milk.
Then, a manta ray with some sort of mechanical bit in the center.
Dios watches in awe as it flies off into the distance, faster than anything he's ever seen before that wasn't one of the Gods.
As they twist and whirl through the air together, Curi catches Eris' eyes. Within them, she doesn't see the malice or inherent trickery that's entrenched so deeply within him in Ichor's memories - instead, she sees a mirror of her own emotions. His eyes are crinkled at the edges and they're clear, and it's clear to her that he, too, is having fun. He's having fun making life with her, free of judgement and expectation. The feminine-leaning Godborn finds herself thinking that perhaps... he's changed, and he deserves a new chance. 1000+ years is a hell of a long time to stay with the same people, the same ones who know the old you that you don't want to be anymore. Maybe all he needs to flourish, to stop being such a dick, is some acceptance... and a new couple of friends who don't know the old him.
"Curi?" Eris' eyes start to cloud with annoyance, and Curi finds that she's slowed to a stop and has been staring at him this whole time. Whooooops...
But in the buffer that's created, Dios slowly reaches a hand out and performs a reluctant snap of his own.
A flower with a large, luxurious bloom sitting on one long, thorny stem appears. "... I think Reinala would appreciate these." Another type of the same flower appears, and then another. "They're all different flavours of tea."
Eris steps back, severing the connection between Curi and himself.
"Let us make two more things, and then we will be done. Given how few things have been made in the past, I am quite sure this will give Ichor enough to chew on. Now... the bloblings have been finding themselves trapped in my Tar Pits more often lately. Allow me to give them something to help the ones who are more determined to traverse the land... and never say that I am not kind again."
He snaps and a large, dark flower upon a giant leaf appears. The half-cow-half-goat wanders aimlessly between its petals and lets out a very man-like moo-scream as it finds the flower closing up around it and then spitting it out with a surprising amount of heft. It lands in the massive pool in the distance.
"... poor thing. I kinda wanna go help it out of the water. But before I do, I'm gonna try something. I've wanted to make a thing that appears only when a certain condition is met for a while. So! Maybe when one of the blobs makes a sculpture that looks like this, it'll come to life?" Curi concentrates hard on making the changes necessary, but for some reason this is way harder than any of the other stuff she's done. It's as if... instead of making something appear in the universe, she's trying to change how the world works instead.
It takes a few more seconds for Eris to place his hand on hers, and then the thing appears.
It's a loon-like bird creature, but its beak and legs are metallic in nature.
"YEEEEAH! THAT THING. That's what I wanted. Thank you~! That's hella." Curi wraps her arms around Eris' corporeal form.
"I believe you have a baamu you wanted to rescue from certain death. Dios is beating you to it."
Dios is already at the edge of the Dampwater Darks, his knees against the lip of the water. Curi gasps and skitters off, and it only takes the two of them a couple minutes to wrangle the baamu and get the water out of it, though the second part is a bit more gross than the first.
When they look back, Eris is gone, and the twins are silent for a few moments as the true gravity of their actions washes over them like a baamu shot from a tartarus flower.
"... did he just...?"
"... did we just...?"
"... fuck," they both whisper.
"Heyaaaaa. Are you here to see the new thing the blobbies and I made or should I be like... worried or something?"
The amorphous cloud of swirling mass doesn't have a mouth, but it laughs. "I am here to behold the f r u i t s of dEmOcRahahahahHAHAHAHAHAHAcY, dear Godborn - but whether you should be w o r r i e d is eNtIrEly up to y o u. Will you t e l l me aHAHAHAHAHbout this c r e a t u r e?"
Dioscuri takes a few slow glances between the thing she's just made for the bloblings and the dark mess she knows to be Eris. Something within her is telling her that it's probably best to not engage, to not respond, but with the God of Chaos floating so closely and watching her so expectantly... there's probably no way for her to politely duck away without insulting him.
Ichor's Godborn gulps. "Uh, it's like... a vegetable creature? The blobs couldn't decide between vegetable and creature so we kinda picked both. They made it blue and green and I chose that it was glowy and now it's over there walking around, which is p hella."
"And how l o n g did it take you to m a k e this?"
"... a whiiiiiile. I had to talk through making the thing with the blobbies, and we went through every decision together, so like. It took a bit, but I think it turned out to be not totally terrible. And now it's walking around and doing things and living, and I'm wondering if it'll be okay and if I should've given it a nose even though the blobs didn't specify that it should have a nose, and I'm realizing I never asked how big it should be. Did the blobbles want it to be hand-sized or house-sized? Is that too many words? You showing up unannounced is making me hella nervous. Looks like I talk a lot when I'm nervous. That's annoying." Dioscuri ends her sentence wincing.
"And how do you f e e l about that? How long this thing took to make, how v e r y much you had to wAiT to hear eVeRyBoDy's opinions on what they wanted before you could j u s t make a d e c i s i o n?"
Dioscuri squints. "Are you trying to lead me somewhere with this? It sounds like you're going in some kind of direction, buddy, and that's not hella. This was my first time making something with the blobs and even though it made me tired and I couldn't put much of my own influence into what we made, they listened to me too. It was a back and forth thing."
Eris tugs his form together into something more solid, his body becoming noodle-shaped, his face becoming more lion-esque. He shakes out a midnight-coloured mane and pops paws and legs from his center mass as well. Now that he has a visible mouth, he grins. "But it took so l o n g... if you were not burdened by having to l i s t e n to these liFe FoRmS, you could do so much m o r e. You are part Life Goddess, Dioscuri - do you not feel the pull? Don't you feel u n f u l f i l l e d? Let me tell you s o m e t h i n g - when I
go long periods of t i m e without doing something funky, something cRaZy, something out of the o r d i n a r y... I begin to wither. I begin to fade. I've lost corporeal form before, trying to hold myself in, trying to hold myself baHAHAHAHAHAck. Are you not feeling... h u n g r y?"
Dioscuri's mouth is hanging slack by the time Eris is done speaking. Without knowing it, she licks one long fang. "... maaaaaybe a little..."
"Of c o u r s e you are. You were made to c r e a t e, not to sit by while everyone else decides what is created f o r you. If you can only use your aHAHAHAHAbilities when the bloblings permit it... are you the God, or are t h e y? And maHAHAHAHAybe equally as i m p o r t a n t - what do you do when you're hUnGrY?"
The Godborn's eyes are wide, her blue-red insides swirling with thought... but she shakes her head as if she's trying to get a bug off of it a second later. "I can't do it, though. I literally know how disappointed Ichor would be."
Eris swirls around the humanoid, his impossibly long body doing laps around her as she struggles to find his eyes. "Then let m e do it... I am alreaHAHAHAHAHAdy tainted in I c h o r ' s eyes, already scorned."
"You really are," she replies reflexively.
"Y e s. Then so you know I am not l y i n g - now, how about t h i s... I creaHAHAHAHAte life for this b a r r e n sphere while y o u watch, and we will b o t h be sated. I will gaHAHAHAin power from being a v e r y nAuGhTy Eris and you will watch all of the L i f e spewing into existence and be filled up beyond your w i l d e s t dreams."
Dioscuri moans.
"... w h a t do you say, D i o s and C u r i?"
"... maybe just one thing wouldn't hurt."
"E x c e l l e n t. Then let's make it something h e l p f u l, even. Nobody caHAHAHAHAHAn fault us if we create something u s e f u l." Eris unravels himself and makes some distance between himself and Dioscuri, and then snaps his lion paw's fingers, even though they weren't fingers a moment ago. A turtle-like creature appears, except it's got a mop attached to its tail, as well as an inverted shell. It looks around pensively for a moment before spraying a stream of highly pressurized water at an especially soiled tile and then scuttling away.
"What is that thing? Its body shape reminds me of something... something Old World flavoured." Dioscuri nods slowly.
"A b a t h t u b. What I have just s p a w n e d is a bath tub creature that enjoys c l e a n i n g. How unlike me, I know, but it is not only ChAoS that I sow."
Dioscuri watches the back of the tub-thing bob as it moves across the land... and she can already feel an icky feeling she hadn't known was there dissipating, like she's shedding dead skin as a snake would. Energy flows down her forearms and spreads into the many passageways along her hands and fingertips, leaving her tingling.
Eris closes his eyes to think about his next work of art, but a sudden clatter erupts and when he opens his eyes, Dioscuri is split in two... or, rather, Dios is bringing himself to his feet, brows knitted, fists closed at his sides. Curi is looking dumbfounded, opening and closing her hands.
"That's it, I'm out." He starts stomping off and his hooves make a considerable racket against the tiles.
But he doesn't manage to get very far before Eris is cutting him off, his long bod almost clotheslining him at the speed he's going at.
"Oh? Why are you l e a v i n g so s o o n? I still have so mAnY ideaHAHAHAHAs."
Dios skids to a stop and tries to find a way around Eris, but he keeps stretching himself out to fill the spaces he tries to go. It doesn't take long for him to just stand still and cross his arms. "Will you stop it? We should've just left while we had the chance - nope, sorry Eris, too busy having just created a creature to talk to you when you're clearly looking to cause trouble."
"Cause t r o u b l e? Dios, Dios... what if I'm just trying to h e l p you?"
Dios scoffs. "You already said you were going to be gaining energy from being 'a very naughty Eris'. You know what you're doing."
Dios blinks and suddenly Eris is shifting again, pulling his lion-like limbs in and rolling back into a murky cloud of inky blackness. Now that his path is clear, Dios starts to leave... but something keeps him entranced and he moves at a snail's pace as Eris reforms, swirls of matter joining together slowly to form something solid.
Eris hovers closer to Dios and the Godborn lags and finds his face level with Eris'... extremely sculpted six pack? It seems that Eris has chosen a 'human' form, with...
Hella...
Chiseled...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABBBBBBBBBBSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS...
Dios releases one long, trapped breath, which Eris can no doubt feel move across his stomach, considering their newly shared proximity.
He raises a hand and covers his mouth with it. Why the hell did Eris shift all of a sudden? He must have some sort of angle, be trying to manipulate him in some way. He looks upon his raven, tousled hair that shines in the starlight, his dark crop top with the word 'DISCORD' written across it, the crimson tank top that's hugging his body so closely it's almost like it's been painted on... large horns that swoop slightly backward are erupting out of his head, and his black jeans have tears in them. He can smell the slightly chemical, spiced scent of the leather jacket that sits on top of it all... and it's got a couple spikes on it, more on one side than the other, and rings... what business does the God of Chaos have wearing a crop top and rings?
"Dios." Hearing his name has him looking up into his glowing red eyes. "Listen to me for a moment. You and Curi, you're starving. Ichor is starving. I am starving. Themis is starving. This newly created planet where we need to request the ability to use our powers is leaving us famished. I know Ichor is concerned that we're going to have to end her cute little bloblings if we keep making moves without their permission, but if we don't find a way to sate ourselves... we're going to wither, and then there will be nothing new ever, not even with democracy. I may be being a very naughty Eris, but Ichor has been being naughty for far, far longer, doing far worse.
Now, I need your help. I need you to stay here and allow me to use your presence to inject life into these creatures. I need a chaperone, a Life creature present so that I may create True Life. And if you're here, you can keep me from making anything... too terrible."
Curi takes a moment to interject. "I would do a reeeeeeeeeeeeeeally bad job at keeping him from making weird and violent things all by myseeeeeelf!"
The male-leaning Godborn takes a moment to process the words, the words of his twin thoroughly eclipsed by the God's; he can already feel his muscles relaxing as Eris speaks to him in an uncharacteristically smooth, buttery voice. "Why... aren't you speaking like you usually do?"
"I'm just shutting the others out, Dios. Many people mistake me speaking in my usual voice as me not taking things seriously, and I would be devastated if you thought that I, the God of Chaos and all things Disorderly, was not taking this seriously."
Eris slips his fingers beneath Dios' chin and tilts it upward, gently placing his fingertips against his jaw. "Will you stay with Curi and I? Ichor's plan is failing fast and this may be one of the last chances you really get to feed."
Dios can hardly hear Eris over the rushing of blood within his mind and ears, and he's probably flushed down to the collarbone with every colour of the rainbow at this point. The fingers in contact with his skin are making him realize just how many nerves he has. Is he really getting touched so carefully, so tenderly by... Eris?
"... fine."
Eris pulls his hand away, gingerly scraping along the curve of the more masculine Godborn's jaw with his claws as he does. He manages to scratch a little noise out of him on his way out; an unexpected bonus.
Dios finds his wobbly way over to sit beside Curi, and Eris jumps off of the troublesome ground beneath him and into the air. "Let's get started, then. Since fish are my signature creation here, let's begin with a fish."
Eris snaps his fingers and a fish flops down against the tiles, making a squelchy thud. It's a fish with many stripes that run all the way down its body.
Curi giggles at its misfortune as it tries to gasp for air, but ultimately floats it over to the water nearby and drops it in. It seems much happier there. The more feminine of the twins is finding it hard to stop herself from smiling; it's like some sort of maternal instinct is pumping her full of serotonin. Life is being created in front of her and the feeling of seeing it pop into being is equal parts wondrous and intoxicating.
"Since we're making scaled things, let us move into a slightly different scaled creature."
He moves one fingertip against another and two different versions of the same thing appear, both jewel-toned but one brighter than the other. They're snakes with wings, and they immediately flick their tongues out to survey the area around them and gain information about it.
Curi is practically giggling at this point, thudding the flats of her feet against the earth, unable to contain her joy. "Looooook at their little WINGS! One of the pairs is smaller than the other, just like when Dios and I are Dioscuri. Dios, Dios, don't they look like us?"
"... maybe a little."
"Well, Curi - since you seem to be having so much fun, why don't you join me up here and we'll make something together?"
Curi doesn't even hesitate. Her eyes widen at the very suggestion and she's zipping off before Dios can even think to tell her no. She jumps off into the air as if there's a platform and rests a few feet off the ground. Eris holds his hand out for her and she takes it, and they both spin to face Dios.
"Try to anticipate what I want to make, and we'll do it together."
Curi closes her eyes and focuses on Eris' mind, which opens up to her, allows her permission to enter. But as soon as she's in, she kinda wants out; the walls in here are moving, as if they're thousands of different beings trying to get to different destinations all at once.
"Focus."
Curi focuses and the image of some sort of dripping tree comes up. "You want to make... some kind of tree?"
"Yes... good. What else can you tell me about the tree?"
Curi wades closer to the tree and smells... something yummy? She swipes some of the drippy stuff from the top and puts it in her mouth. "It's sweet! And cold!"
"Now recreate it with me. I'll fill in the parts you don't know yet."
When Curi returns to the real world, a new type of tree is before her; it's covered in flat little spheres and has a lump of three differently coloured cold, drippy semi-liquids.
"Wow... it has so much STUFF on it. What is all that stuff?"
"Memories, Curi. It's all memories." Eris twirls Curi around and her drippy cloak flutters outward with the motion. He extends her hand out for her and when it's at its full extension, a surge of light crackles against the tiles and a bush appears, filled with savoury scents and a large, bready center.
Soon, the two of them are dancing in the sky. Eris takes one step left and so does she, following, and with one flick of her hair something appears on the ground.
Another tree, filled with unknown salty objects.
After that, a scaled worm with salty claws.
Curi giggles the kind of giggle where she doesn't know where one giggle ends and the other begins. If she had a human body, she would probs be peeing herself from laughter right now. Some combo of the energy cascading through her and the walking on air makes her feel weightless and free.
Next, a glowing, wavy kelp is created.
Then, a cross between a cow and goat, but with a see-through head that contains milk.
Then, a manta ray with some sort of mechanical bit in the center.
Dios watches in awe as it flies off into the distance, faster than anything he's ever seen before that wasn't one of the Gods.
As they twist and whirl through the air together, Curi catches Eris' eyes. Within them, she doesn't see the malice or inherent trickery that's entrenched so deeply within him in Ichor's memories - instead, she sees a mirror of her own emotions. His eyes are crinkled at the edges and they're clear, and it's clear to her that he, too, is having fun. He's having fun making life with her, free of judgement and expectation. The feminine-leaning Godborn finds herself thinking that perhaps... he's changed, and he deserves a new chance. 1000+ years is a hell of a long time to stay with the same people, the same ones who know the old you that you don't want to be anymore. Maybe all he needs to flourish, to stop being such a dick, is some acceptance... and a new couple of friends who don't know the old him.
"Curi?" Eris' eyes start to cloud with annoyance, and Curi finds that she's slowed to a stop and has been staring at him this whole time. Whooooops...
But in the buffer that's created, Dios slowly reaches a hand out and performs a reluctant snap of his own.
A flower with a large, luxurious bloom sitting on one long, thorny stem appears. "... I think Reinala would appreciate these." Another type of the same flower appears, and then another. "They're all different flavours of tea."
Eris steps back, severing the connection between Curi and himself.
"Let us make two more things, and then we will be done. Given how few things have been made in the past, I am quite sure this will give Ichor enough to chew on. Now... the bloblings have been finding themselves trapped in my Tar Pits more often lately. Allow me to give them something to help the ones who are more determined to traverse the land... and never say that I am not kind again."
He snaps and a large, dark flower upon a giant leaf appears. The half-cow-half-goat wanders aimlessly between its petals and lets out a very man-like moo-scream as it finds the flower closing up around it and then spitting it out with a surprising amount of heft. It lands in the massive pool in the distance.
"... poor thing. I kinda wanna go help it out of the water. But before I do, I'm gonna try something. I've wanted to make a thing that appears only when a certain condition is met for a while. So! Maybe when one of the blobs makes a sculpture that looks like this, it'll come to life?" Curi concentrates hard on making the changes necessary, but for some reason this is way harder than any of the other stuff she's done. It's as if... instead of making something appear in the universe, she's trying to change how the world works instead.
It takes a few more seconds for Eris to place his hand on hers, and then the thing appears.
It's a loon-like bird creature, but its beak and legs are metallic in nature.
"YEEEEAH! THAT THING. That's what I wanted. Thank you~! That's hella." Curi wraps her arms around Eris' corporeal form.
"I believe you have a baamu you wanted to rescue from certain death. Dios is beating you to it."
Dios is already at the edge of the Dampwater Darks, his knees against the lip of the water. Curi gasps and skitters off, and it only takes the two of them a couple minutes to wrangle the baamu and get the water out of it, though the second part is a bit more gross than the first.
When they look back, Eris is gone, and the twins are silent for a few moments as the true gravity of their actions washes over them like a baamu shot from a tartarus flower.
"... did he just...?"
"... did we just...?"
"... fuck," they both whisper.
