we need toput you down

// hehe

// in the meanwhile please ask questions to me . I KNOW THESE THINGS

mourning for someone still alive, even! you would have made him into a tiny version of her.

not in the slightest! anyways

because none of you were taking the offer and M.E. over there hasn't been on speaking terms with me for a good eon or two

. . . Ignis sure did ... try. to raise that one

. . . yyyes. yeah. [ no idea what she's talking about. ]

[ smiling. ] [ very silently picking her up by the head ] [ bringing her up to her face ] I told you I /could/ give you godly power. Not that I would. Not yet, anyways. You've already scratched the heavens, haven't you?

// metal sonic could probably harness ignis terrifyingly well. if he's willing to be overcome by an intense burning rage and also just Not Fight Knuckles

Tch. We've lost TASTE, I see!

do people not like to see the heads of usurpers anymore?

Would you like to see them? Please, come see them. They scream for eternity.

Oh, people have tried to become the immortal godking. Several, actually. I have their heads on display.

// sorry I think cacophony the Godking finding cubot to be the most entertaining creature is really funny

I could.

// GIVE IT TO ME??

He's like my own court jester!

A perfect way for him to go out.

Akhrous~! I know you're waatching!

cubot is an amusing little fellow. I do hope he outlives the rest of you

Aht Aht Aaaht! Don't shatter my dear emeralds, please. I would hAAAte to put you in the Zone for a couple centuries.

The Master Emerald and I... well... I shan't say....

// who wants cacophony interactions. Who wants to say hi to god

Gladly! That silver one would make quite a fine set of jewelry, don't you think?

Not yeeeet!

which one? There's quite a few.

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Claws slowly close over the emerald, wings outstretching as she truly stands for the first time in eras.

Cacophony has arisen.

Eyes slowly move to the emerald, a grin forming on that terrifyingly familiar beak.

" Hello again, old /friend/. "

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The green glow envelops the statue and Viridis, wind howling and swirling around them in a violent array. Echoes of that same chant seem to join in the fray, creating a mess of sound and feeling -

KRRKKK.

ZZWOOM.

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. . .

Oh, and how that energy flows. Deep, deep through the crumbling statue, through the marble floors, through the very island they inhabited. The storm shifts outside- turns, twisting unnaturally in new shades of blue and green.

The earth shakes, and jolts.

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