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No real comment on the WhiteNight page, besides the fact that it has some formatting issues (tier not bolded as an example).
Abno/Distortion/Ordeal/EGO physiology seems sufficiently in order to me.
I'm not sure about just calling it Abnormality Physiology given all the stuff it covers, but...
@Hl3_or_bust
The conversation is interrupted.
@Edwellken
Reaper steps foward and attempts to claim the Throne of Death with no hesitation, having zero contention as it stands.
Unusually absent of life. Though its presence may be one closely attuned to death, it was expecting to see more humans here, and did not plan to do them any harm.
@Hl3_or_bust
The entity then approaches the payphone and picks up the call, showing no hesitation or fear. It appears to be...
The entity merely shrugs and watches them leave. There are other things to devote attention to now. The upcoming elections to those seats, as well as what the other entities have been up to recently. It leaves as well, moving to the nearest large population center to see if there were any...
It contemplates for a moment, before answering.
"My purpose is to eliminate that which is marked for elimination. There is no reason to fight outside of that. You have not been marked as of yet. Conjuring creatures of this sort in the future may lead to your marking. Be warned."
Reaper takes some time observing the beings without attacking, it appears to be estimating, receiving input from whatever it is that it abides by, on whether or not these beings ought to be targeted as well.
It appears to still be prepared for battle, as well, though does not engage.
[As things happened that made me indisposed for a period of time, I got Ed's agreement to timeskip ahead for my stuff right now]
The Reaper had engaged in its typical activity, in battle against the target it had found itself in front of. Time passed, and it began to wield its sword in its...
Going to resume existence.
500 to Divinity, bringing me to 1000 and thus a milestone. Saving the rest. Converting domain points into a character.
King Hassan (Preferably don't restrict the entirety of Servant Physiology, just the bad parts)
The entity notes the new power, but has little use for it at the immediate moment. Having spent some time wandering the immediate vicinity of the exit, it takes an action.
Making an arm motion similar to pulling, a hole is torn into the fabric of existence itself, leading into a realm of...
The being takes notes of these agendas, though they are of little interest to it, and its solution may be a bit... direct. Still, its purpose isn't to kill humans primarily. It observes the oddities taking place in front of it, before placing a candidacy for the Throne of God as well.
At that...
"Why does this being approach that which poses danger to it?"
She speaks up again, standing in the same spot as before, far enough that the cold does not reach.
"It is a consequence of my presence. It cannot be staunched, only strengthened."
The entity replies, though does not do anything else aside from stare at the one that spoke to her with a vague hint of curiosity.
She remains silent, observing the one that addressed her for a time. Curious at its bravery, in some regards, and uncertain on what it speaks of.
Then, she speaks.
"To what does this being refer?"
The entity has to wonder why exactly it was brought here, given its very nature is rather opposed to the beings present here. Of course, the seat of Death is certainly of interest, so it has elected to use this opportunity to observe and gain information, rather than immediately pursuing its...
Name: "Reaper"
Appearance: Here
Race: Existential Protection Mechanism (Custom)
Backstory: Formerly a human possessing an inherent connection to death that, upon her own death, became anchored to existential forces, maintaining only a fraction of previous consciousness. Through this, she has...
Danger sense and such. Yes, she is capable of predicting things without having a frame of reference, though she gets better at it if she has one, naturally.
Biological Manipulation is fine.
Bringing out something to a level that wouldn't happen in reality still has it qualify for the power. Survival instincts don't quite go to that extent.
At a glance, these seem fine.
"Futility."
Is heard from the voice of the demonic being in response to the crack's formation and the destruction of the blade. The time has come.
The essence of demonic nature unleashes its power, releasing the true strength of its own world in response to this new manifestation, doing so to...
The machines would spend some time attempting to analyze the strange matter and possibly replicate it, looking for an efficient way to disassemble them, trying to adapt to this alteration. Pieces continued providing support where they could, attempting to intercept and disassemble enemy attacks...
"This one... craves... success."
The swarm finally spoke, as it had been observing the creature without moving.
"With the last... it had to be given the thing it desired.."
It spoke once more, proposing options. At the same time, pieces of it shot off at the foes, attempting to test if...
The swarm observes the figure, scanning it to see what information can be attained about its nature. It seems far more violent than the last, so it is prepared to fight, as its form shifts into a wider swarm of nanites.
The whip passes through it, as if it were liquid, and it seems unbothered by this action.
"Not... enemies..."
It spoke in a strange and indistinct voice, filled with static, yet still discernible enough to hear.
The swarm seems to "stare" at the two newcomers, awaiting their next actions.
They both likely notice it, a vaguely humanoid shape of dark, seeming to reflect almost no light. It tries to scan the alien materials too.
The swarm sensed ahead, trying to map out the path in the direction that was indicated by the arrow.
It did not speak, though it was still investigating the other inhabitants of the town through its systems, scanning them, as it floated the appropriate direction.
"...What they just did... that is the answer..."
The swarm descended, landing in a more humanoid form near the creature, and extended a hand, forming something akin to a small and very intricate sculpture, it seemed to be of a city, filled with people and buildings.