Angels and Demons Season 6 -Akasha Truths-

[the darkest anime fan]

This is the IC thread, opening posts are to go here within the next week before the rp begins.
The Character Creation and OOC thread can be found here: A&D Season 6 -Akasha Truths- Character Creation
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Welcome, human. You have performed admirably, in your own right. However, it is not enough, your efforts break boundaries and catch even gods off guard, but with these last few events it has become obvious that even you cannot hope to fight to tide that sweeps over the world of man. I froze your world in the hopes that it would prevent the destruction of the lines of fate you began to set down yourselves, however, this was simply an action to delay the inevitable. As your world is now, it can only hope to end in utter destruction, behold the fate that has taken over on top of the foundations your past lives created.

The world has been torn asunder as fate was twisted and frayed. Entire lives simply ceased to exist while opportunities that had never been presented before humanity, or the other beings, were created. I cannot hope to keep hold on all of these unstable futures, much less restrict YHWH and the children of Lucifer. While they have kept the presence of mind not intervene directly or manifest their will in your realm, they have sent messengers of their cause, and the clashes between the forces of Faust and Michael have rendered much of your world uninhabitable. I knew that humanity needed to survive until you could step forward and forge a path that was truly one of human choice. I deployed my own messenger, who you may remember from your past life as a host of sorts. His name is Adam, and he gained an existence like yours several ago. He is, however, not the same. He follows my path much like the messengers of order and chaos follow their masters, he simply cannot see beyond this call, and while he gained more power from it, he lost much of his ability to choice.

I would explain further, but you will come to know all soon enough, and we must not waste precious time. I can no longer say I am wholly allied with you, as my actions have now given my previously formless, and neutral existence a name, and purpose. I am Ashima, and I have remembered myself. I now have the restriction of choice and ability placed upon all elevated beings, and can no longer know if I truly who you paths of choice, or paths that follow my choice. It is my parting gift to you that I freeze your existences in this world, and send them to the Akasha Records. The world of man is but minutes from destruction, and its last pages of history are even now being logged. However, you can access the key events that led to this path, and alter this fate.
Whether you choose to accept or reject what you see, is your choice.

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The World At End

Spoiler

Fighting between forces led by Faust and Michael escalated into all out war over control of highly populated areas, in the attempt to gain influence over the largest amount of humans. As more humans were forced into servitude on either side, their ideas were forcefully altered to focus on the belief and existence of that faction, resulting in the widening of the cracks between worlds in which demons and angels slipped through. As these independent forces multiplied, the will of YHWH and Lucifer faded somewhat, and Faust and Michael began crusading their own versions of the cause. This disconnect resulted much more powerful generals on both sides, and humanity began to be regarded much like a resource, and the world they lived in a disposable battleground.
The coming of Adam changed this, for his powers were based wholly in focus of humanity, rather than the belief that creates angels or demons. All the humans who were not already lost to either of the other sides joined Adam's leadership, his powers and ability to construct some sense of society proved to be a lightening rod to those who still hoped to survive. Adam concentrated humanity into a single, massive, flat region and crafted monuments to the success of humanity. Buildings and walls towered and once again the lights of humanity lit the night sky. But the shadows of conflict swirled even around here as legions of demons and angels scrambled for absolute control of this world in the effort to annihilate one another.

All three sides have their own solution to offer for this impending doom, all three sides contain humans equally affected by elevated beings. All these sides made choices that led to this fate, but these choices, are not set in stone. It is not a question of if you will affect the world, it is a question of how you agree or reject these events and alter the fate of all.

A&D -Akasha Truths-

[the darkest anime fan]

OOC: Opening posts are now allowed, and may be submitted at any time by members with approved character sheets.
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Spoiler

You suddenly become aware of yourself, as if you had simply been daydreaming for a moment, and think nothing of the fact that it took you a moment to remember who you were. Memories of your present and past lives manifest in your mind, but you do not find this shocking, as they seem perfectly natural now. You find yourself in a circle of people all facing in different directions away from each other at what appears to be a constantly moving horizon in the distance. The floor and ceiling above you seem corporeal and remind you of the sky. You register that there are others around you but feel no need to turn and see who they are, as you are completely focused on the small table in front of you that is made of exactly what you believe it to be. Beyond the table is a revolving door that seems much like the floor, and when you attempt to comprehend it your mind can only come up with "library". However, you know how to use it, you know it to be the Akasha records. You know this for the same reason you know how to breathe, and for the same reason you can remember your lives. Before you can turn your attention to any of these things however, you feel the irrevocable need to address the situation on the table in front of you. The table contains 6 cards, and you simply know that you should pick one.
-The Traveler
-The Artist
-The Philosopher
-The Ruler
-The Lover
-The Outcast

[KnightofHope]

A young woman stands, she holds herself firm as memories of her grandfather and the events that cloud her mind flood her psyche before recalling her more recent endevors, her efforts though perhaps noble, were aimless and vague. However she persevered driven by a single desire, a wish to bring hope and light to humanity...this dream, this single ambition, drove her to survive the madness of the world.
She gazes about the room " very well then" she thinks to herself as she takes in the vast landscape cautiously regarding the table and door before her..."us" she reminds herself remembering the others with her...she prepares herself and steps forward to the table. She carefully eyes each of the cards before her before one catches her eye, carefully and with steady hands she reaches down and picks up the "Lovers" card she looks at it and again recalls her wish....

[LovelyEmptiness]

Moriena blinked, almost startled, but not quite. It felt natural but upon closer inspection it wasn't. She thought about what she had been doing before being here but couldn't quite remember. She shrugged it off. It would be inspected later when she wasn't in the company of people she couldn't quite remember. She painted a small smile on herself before acknowledging anyone else in the room. She looked at the cards on the table torn between outcast and philosopher. She felt the outcast card calling to her but it pained her to admit it. She occasionally craved friendship more than she wanted to admit. She shrugged this off too.

She begins to take in the landscape and frowned. No she didn't care for this. "Interesting" she commented. She pursed her lips and then decided to take this as it came. It would be better than fussing and moaning over it.

[RyubosJ]

Arlan was dreaming once more, but this time was different. He remembered all of his dreams, and none of them, like an empty chalice full to the brim. He felt all that was him dance in a hurricane of desire. However, one thing masted the storm in what felt like a eternity and at the same time a second. His will to travel the world, to see the universe.

Opening his eyes Arlan found him self in a room, no not a room. Whatever it was it was large, and incredible. He heard the rustling of clothes behind him and new that he was not alone. But, he felt no desire to look and see, instead his entire focus was on a card, It was old and worn, as if a veteran of one million games. It rested on a wooden table of impossible design.

Arlan stepped forward and reached for it, his Traveler. Now in his hand he remembered the way out, or in. Arlan walked on, past the table, to the revolving door, the library, in front of him.

[the darkest anime fan]

Rivens opened his eyes, or he felt that he did. He experienced the familiar disorienting affect he had felt before, as if you had suddenly awakened from a dream. "But does this place resemble any kind of reality?" He mused to himself. His gaze drifted from the endless floors and onto... a place of records? Though he could have stared at the doors for days and not fully comprehend it he shifted his eyes to look upon what he felt was an even more important sight, at the moment. A table of twisted black metal rested in front of him, with several cards placed upon it. He grinned. "More choices, I suppose this means I had some success." He chuckled as he remembered his track record, full of pitfalls, mysteries, a few victories amongst the constant tide of fate's animosity. He knew he had died, but death would not stop him, he seemed alive enough to choose, and that would make all the difference. Without hesitation he picked the card that had led his path through his lives, The Ruler. Rivens felt nostalgic as he placed the card in his coat, perhaps it would illuminate a path to provide him with some control, and bring reality back to a future with a semblance of hope. As he looked up, he noticed he was not alone. "Well, that's certainly cheering, though I don't recognize any of them." He muttered to himself. I wonder if any of them remember me though? He found this thought curious but decided to pursue it later, the doors beckoned, and he strode forth.

[Genkuro]

Da mon sat back and watch the dreams of what he thought to be events from his life unfold before hi. It was dull and reminded him the reason he took his own life. It was the life of a weak person. The life of one that long gave up hope in the gods man prayed to. It was a bore even have to relive it now. "I do not know what this is about, but can we skip to the end?" Da mutter as he waited. His death was the only moment in his life he ever remembered smiling. As he entered the old church during Sunday mas. As he went to take the body and blood of the host. Oh the look in the peoples eyes as he spat them out. The horrors in their voice as he place the gun to his head and released the trigger. The only thing he could have wanted more was to take that ***** L with him.


But these things were now in his past. He was now in a place with other and a place that held book.s He cared nothing about any of this. He noticed one thing that peaked his mind. Cards lay before him and he knew he had to pick a single card. "Well then, I shall play this little game. -The Traveler-The Artist-The Philosopher-The Ruler-The Love-The Outcast. All the cards had some meaning he was sure. But what meaning was this? Was it how Da saw himself? "Lets she were this takes me" Da smiled wickedly as he takes the Card of the Artist.

[Leiv]

Ireal kept his eyes clothe as the piercing white light faded from his eye lids, the memory of wind rushing by filled his ears and the horror and pain at a heart beating in his chest. He swept the blond hair out of his violet eyes and looked around, his mind flooding with words and names. “Book, Shelf, Table, Author, Row, Card” the words flashed through is addled mind as they conformed to the objects around him.
And, finally the word fallen sunk in, as he felt his heart beat and noticed the lacking heft of his wings, and then the ordeal flooded back to him. The disgusted look of his brothers and sisters, the smell of his burning feather as the holy fire consumed them and the feel of the harsh wind as he fell. Ireal banished the memories with a shake of hid head and looked around cards. “Outcast” the word lay there before him, knowingly mocking him. His lips curled in discuss as he noticed the humans in the room their stench churning his stomach. This is who his father had chosen over him the loyal son who had stood true through his brother’s rebellion who had cultivated these monkeys, and hunted the hellspawn across creation.
Ireal grabbed the outcast card and slid it into his cloak begrudgingly accepting his fate and feeling the deep warmth of hate tingle in his fingers. He looked around as the humans went about their respective business, they would pay, they would all suffer and his father and siblings will watch at the destruction he will bring about upon their precious humans.

[the darkest anime fan]

OOC: Opening posts have been submitted and the rp is officially beginning today, anyone who has not made an opening post or wishes to join the rp after this point is required to wait a short time until the plot allows them to join in. However, anyone can join as long as they post their opening post and join the others before a decision is made.

GM:The Akasha Records do not feel, they only know. It is within these records that the story of the beings that strove to change fate is recorded. These beings come from various lives, planes of existence, but all came to find the most effective form, one free of constraint, and with endless possibilities. Whether they liked it or not, whether they felt they were or not, they were all human. At least, for a little while. They had the choice, and they chose, and that made all the difference.
But what did they choose? What thoughts ran through their minds, what actions did they take and words did they speak? I do not know, or rather, I do not know which path they chose. The records show the infinite possibilities, the countless futures derived from their actions. It is a testament to the progress of these lives that even the Akasha Records cannot currently show the true outcome.
So show me, human, as a curious viewer trapped outside of time and space, show me your story. Perhaps it will prove entertaining.

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As you approach the doors to the Akasha Records, you suddenly find yourself in another place. You do not remember passing through the door, but feel as if you did. The floor beneath you appears to consist of the horizon you want to see most. Above you is a view of a horizon you would never wish to see. In front of you, rotating slowly but never truly moving is a crystallized pillar, covered with constantly changing text in no language you know. But you understand three of the phrases that keep appearing, a parting gift from Ashima. While you do not understand the context of the phrase you can manage to make out three names that are the subject of the event:
Michael, Faust, Adam.
You know all it would take is the simple decision to look into the subject to transport you to that event. But you must decide, your past lives tell you that going alone can only lead to failure at this point, and consensus must be made.

[Leiv]

Ireal waled to the door and staggered back, taken back by the images that appeared on the horizon stretching for in antagonistic tapestries before him. Above to the heavans, the mountain of heaven dissappeared into the sky, its monumental majesty to big for his eyes to see. It was his home and family, which he had been cast out of he remembered bitterly. Below he expected to see the pit and lucifer in all his false beauty beckoning ireal to his side, but what was there threw him. It was the world, the world as it had been, by the looks of it, it was central square in New York city. In many ways the paramount of human society as it had been, with the humans building their concrete and glass towers. Babble had been half the size and his father had it struck down, but once again he showed his favorite children infinite patience at every turn, a reprimand and then he let them go. And ireal was cast down, forgotten and ostricized for his one mistake.

He continued forward, he was an angel, a warrior of heavans who had fought with the most twisted and horrifying evils across the multiverse, he would not be distracted but some silly image on the horizon. He continued to the crystal spire in front. Of. Him and, and tried to discern the writng, egyptian, greek, latin, chinese, cave paintimgs, eutruscan , gaelic, english, brail, mesopetamian. Every language that was or had been twisted and flowed across the surface it such rapid succession in a confusing khalidiscope of writing. But the only words that made sense were that of three names. Micheal, his brother, the champion of heavan, a cold anger spread throughout his chest as he remembered his brother with his flaming sword casting out the rebeles of lucifers uprising so many milennia ago. And then the mortals faust and adam, ireal certainly was not going to some hu,an for help, and perhaps faust could be broken, killed, or others taken care of to allow ireal his wish. So faust it was