Private Pulsar Persuasion

[Onrai]

The Darcentha of Bedlam

Bedlam

The great cube that was once Ooradryl entered the Bedlam Pulsar, floating around. It sensed a familiar presence - or at least what it thought was a familiar presence. This was, after all, a facade worn by Onrai, who herself was merely a facade worn by a lesser being. Traveling towards the world, she focused, unprepared for whatever horrors could yet await her on the world. Bedlam had been long abandoned by the Spirits there, the spawn of Wutzek who had yet tormented Princess Leia so many years ago. And yet, the urge to visit the place struck her.

She would soon find why.

 

[The Darcentha of Bedlam]

The creature, incorporeal if only taking a form of fog and smoke, had been stuck on this moon for many millennia. Tilotny disappeared, so did the rest of the spirits, leaving the entity alone, desperate, and bored. The darkness of night spanned across much of the moon, so did her presence. Her puppets were out and about - those toys that had fallen into her possession as they had landed on this moon. Darcentha was in their minds, to orchestrate skits to entertain herself. Of Kings and Queens in war or a renactment of the charon wars. Today, they were in the house having 'tea'. A small tiny cottage, made from matter she had warped herself, in the middle of the dark barren landscape of her moon.

Darcentha had favourites, mostly the newer ones, not the ones that she had already revived three times over due to the fragility of mortals.

 

[Onrai]

So it was that Onrai yet put on a mask, the visage of the emerald entity consuming her own as she yet arrived on the desolate world. There was life here, life that didn't live - a curious statement, an anti-concept even Cold Danda Sine would have been proud of. Onrai's arrival, marked by the colorful swirls of light and the conspicuous disappearance of the ethereal cuboid, led to her wafting down to the planet from orbit. The entity she sensed there was powerful - clearly in and of itself a spawn or close descendant of the Architects or Old Ones themselves. Perhaps the being would identify her as an imposter, or perhaps it had been so long since she had been presented with a comparable being that she would accept whatever came to her.

The green spirit-form yet arrived on the world's surface. For now she would make no introduction, merely let the other being come to her. She soon travelled to the simulacra of the cottage crafted in question by the unknown Bedlam Spirit. A knock on the door would be enough of an indication of her arrival. Silently within her own mindscape, she focused, aware that whatever this entity was, it was comparable in power to her own - potentially greater - and she would be in for the fight of her life if the two ended up coming to blows.

The Darcentha of Bedlam