Love in the Other Land

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Zenariel got up really quickly. "While I share the opinion that the death threat was not diplomatic, I think you're all missing an important point." The deity looked at the elf. "I think you would not be happy if a stranger mocked the oldest son of your elven Queen, mister Faerun. Last time I checked, politeness was very praised among your people. This world is pretty much under the control of Tull. It's not a matter of threat, but mere respect."

He then saw The Most Powerful and Mysterious Sebastian Starweaver do something problematic and unexpected... as expected. He approached the two, knowing he had little power to make the seal stronger. He only had one weapon.
Zenariel assumed a pretty different posture, and seemed a bit taller. His eyes burned like two golden flames, and his voice was not gentle as usual, but deeper and serious. "Remember you will rule over all creatures in these lands. The good and the evil, the wise and the... stupid." Some strange protusions came from his head, assuming the twisted form of demonic horns. He was becoming, little by little, more demonic, looking like one of Tull's forms. "Remember your father's advices."
He had hope this sudden change of form could overtake the wrath. Also, he whispered to the air close to him.
"I still know where you are, mage."
 
"Ah, but it's not our crown prince being mocked, now is it?" Faerun replied, petting the helmet below him. "Besides, elves only really have to reserve politeness for other elves. The rest of you... not so much, royalty or not. I mean, you're not even cute. But hey; at least you're not a dwarf. My point here is, that's a human, he's some lowly demon. Demons don't really have say over humans. Other demons, maybe."
 
"Well lah-dee-dah, child of spirits." The Most Powerful and Mysterious Sebastian Starweaver replies as he hauls ass down the streets, "You might know where I am now, but you won't for long!" he called as he wove a complex series of gestures into the air, shifting into the Plane of Shadow and passing by two very confused hunters as he did so.
 
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The armor pointed at Zenariel. "You will cease this foolishness. I care not for your squabble, you WILL cease anything that can endanger this city or my brother at once."
 
Glen was slightly confused. To be honest, he had never really had much hardship in his life, maybe the lives of those around him, but never himself directly. He decided that he'd ask this Zenariel fellow what he meant later.
He then noticed the growing conflict, and disappearing bathrobe man, before moving over next to P.A., trying to calm the situation. "Now now, we can just calm down, most of us just met and Miss Cadence is being awfully polite by not kicking us out already for our rowdiness."
 
Asura blinked at the elf and had a blank expression as he watched the elf's lips move but heard nothing come out. It looked like asking his father to teach him how to mentally block out someone's voice from his mind was a good choice after all. Though he'd make sure to get the wizard later for such disrespectful touching, then he turned to look at Zenariel as he/she approached the prince and started to change. "I remember, though I wonder if it's wise to have someone like me rule; I still have so much to learn. I'll follow my father's advice and try to become the best heir I can possibly can, for the sake of my people." He whispered.

Asura twitched and made it look like he felt something and feigned a smile at everyone. "It seems my father wishes to discuss something with me, I will have to stop by another day Miss Cadence. Good day to you all." He lied. Once he was done talking shadows from around the group flocked to him and they suddenly disappeared. The shadows dropped the prince off on top of the largest building and he sat down with a sad sigh. In truth he left because he was the one causing the problems and with him gone the group would probably become peaceful again. "Am I really fit to rule?"
 
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Zenariel watched Asura disappear, with a mix of relief and grief. The peril was over, at least for a moment.
When he heard Faerun, he couldn't hold back his laugh. "I didn't know some elves were like that with their politeness, nor that being cute would help me with my arguments!" He started to change again, making the horns disappear, and the fiery eyes became deep blue, like the sea, with long eyelashes. His hair was untied, waving softly around the long neck. His ears grew longer, and his face became angular, with delicate lips. Zenariel knew the elf would always think about his own people as the highest beauty, and that the elves were really proud of their ears. "So be it. Am I worth to speak now, considering my appearance?"
The deity was amused, and would play for a while, until the young Cadence started his talk with all the others.
 
"No." Faerun explained. "You look like an elf, but you're not an elf. You don't think like an elf. This is like, elf-face. That's not cool, you racist."
 
Amelia is left just kind of looking over the assembled. Demon princes, angels, elves, orcs, some kind of shapeshifter, empty police armor, a girl with quite a few tails (still inside the armor?), great and mighty wizards (currently nonpresent)... Uh. "So, why am I here again...?"

It's not long until she answers her own question: "... Right, I stuck my stupid face into a portal." Oh well, at least it was far from boring!
 
"Gaha!", The Most Powerful and Mysterious Sebastian Starweaver gasps as he plane-shifts in front of the door to his heavily-warded wizard tower, taking a second to catch his breath before pulling open the heavy wooden doors and stumbling inside. "Sex-Golem number 28?" he asked.
"YES MASTER." the gleaming metal sex doll replied without emotion.
"We'll be having company over later, a young girl by the name of Abigail. I've already set the wards to allow her access, so could you please escort her to my quarters? We have much to discuss." The Most Powerful and Mysterious Sebastian Starweaver begins to stride off to his laboratory, stops, and adds, "Oh, and do clean young Gabriel- er, Main-Gauche, was it? Young Gabriel's room. We wouldn't want our guest to feel unwelcome."
 
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"It's truth that I'm not an elf." Zenariel replied, while his new appearance started to vanish. "I'm not worried about that. In fact, I'm nearly nothing at all." He smiled again. "That's the nice part."
He looked to Abijah, recognizing him from a long, very long time. "I remember you, messenger. You were in a council with the Gods. Following one God, with all loyalty. I was young by the time, and heard you talking about the Messiah, the son of a God with a human mortal. I asked my father if that was true for all the children from the gods, but he just dismissed me."

He then turned to Glen Mackenzie again. "I think I'm not mistaken. If I can ask... during your childhood, Mr. Mackenzie, you had dreams about telling stories, and making them become real, wasn't it?"
 
"You are speaking blasphemy, sinner." Abijah says, calmly, yet angrily. Wheels spinning, slowly and smoothly, "He is the only true god, no one else. You claim do be a god, you are nothing but a lowly sinner. Your pride corrupts your soul and keeps you from the truth. Renounce your sins and prostrate yourself before the lord, lest ye be struck down by the One True God"
 
Gor'tek stares at Abijah, as his wheels spin in a rhythmic fashion, as he speaks. "Praises to the Lord!" she said, beaming with enthusiasm. Gor'tek blinks for a bit, before glancing up at Abijah, "Why would anyone claim to be a God, when he gifted them with creation... That seems... kinda odd..and quite selfish."
 
Glen rubs the back of his neck, not really remembering having those dreams. "Well, I did do some role-playing when I was younger, wasn't my thing. Maybe you've got me mixed up with another Glen? I always dreamed of exploring history, meeting important people from around the world in different time periods, I was a bit of a history nut, really. Then again I might be misremembering, I do that more and more these days." He explains, with a little chuckle.
 
Zenariel seemed quite confused. "I'm not a God. And I won't say that. I'm just a mortal. A child. Aren't we all?" he said. Even the demons, in some level, were creatures from a Creator in the time before the time. "I'm also a messenger in some kind of way."
He wouldn't deny he was a sinner, though.

When he turned back to Glen, he smiled, apologetic. "Sorry if I'm mistaken. I had a friend that was a child from the human world. An young boy. He liked to create and tell stories... and I helped him to make them real through his dreams. He thought by the time I was his imaginary friend. And now, I thought he was you, Mr. Mackenzie, but I have no idea how many years passed since then. For your world, I mean."
 
Jasmine slowly climbed out the armor. Holding her ears a bit disoriented. "Ok note to self enchanted armor echos when hit." She looked back at the armor "thank you"
 
Cadence noticed they were starting to calm down now. "Yes, so let's begin. I will explain what I can because even I don't know everything. First of all, for the humans like me. This place is called OtherLand. It's another world full of different types of life forms, as you can see. Here, they know nothing about humans but the kind wants they to learn. So, that is why I'm here, to teach them. Unfortunately, I don't know how to get back to Earth. Maybe go to Tull himself and ask if you need to get back home." She paused. "As for the others, there's a lot to teach about humans, so you'll end up having to learn slowly honestly, we are very complex."

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Claudia watched her prince friend choose to left. She didn't really feel it was necessary for him to, but it was his choice. "All different types of being are different, all of you should understand that. They think and feel different, there's no sense in arguing about those differences. Being an angel myself, I don't see the problem in believe in other things, if that is what people what then let that happen." She stated to a few of the people there who seemed to be confused about their differences and the problem with religion that was happening.
 
"Well, hmm..." Amelia ponders the situation slightly. 'full of different life forms' was kind of glaringly obvious, but putting that aside.

"I don't suppose anyone has written a handy textbook on the topic." That would be waaaay too easy. "And, I have to admit, I'm kinda curious..." She looks over Cadence.

"Why you in specific? Does it have to be you in specific?"
 
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