NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: I miss ol' Mishakal's Yevon, so I'm bringing him back! Watch and participate, this'll be one for the history books!

IC: *It was a normal day. Well, not really. The Republic was on the brink of war. Unfortunately, that is about to receed to the last thing on the minds of Xanthalians... And everyone else.*

The sun shines brightly over the massive capital of Xanthal, the city of New Krytan. It is Wednesday, right about lunchtime. A few people are out on the streets on their way to or from lunch, some others on business, some merely on personal fancy. Jonathan Doore is on business. He could be riding the train, but he enjoys a brisk walk whenever he can get it. He stands about six feet tall, has a kindly face and dark hair. He nods a greeting as he passes a group of elderly ladies. A hovertrain passes overhead with a buzz. He turns the corner and walks down a darkened alley, the tall buildings all around blocking the sun's light. He whistles a happy tune, reaching into his pocket for a book. Without any form of warning, the air before him begins to shimmer. He stops, a look of confusion on his face. The form solidifies and before him stands a fifty-foot tall Human with wings like an angel. The strange creature grunts loudly, a voice to match his size. He struggles to turn around in the tight space. "Curses, this isn't where I meant to end up. Where the hell...?" then, spotting Jonathan, "Oh, hello! Hey, my name is... Er. I mean... Behold! I am the great Yevon! After mellenia of dormance I have returned! I will pass judgement on you now!"
Jonathan stands with his mouth wide open. "M..."
"What?"
"Mm... Mmmm..."
Yevon begins to think that this person must not be too smart. "Speak up, Human!" He looks closer at Jonathan's face, noticing the subtle differences from a Humans. Jonathan is a Xanthalian. "Huh? What the hell are you?"
Jonathan breaks out of his trance and runs screaming back down the alleyway. "MONSTER!!!!!!!!"
Yevon looks down at himself. "Oh. Drat. I am a bit big, aren't I? Oh well. Now, where the hell...?"
He begins making his way to the end of the alley, squeezing between the buildings. "Stupid modern archetecture..."

Walking down the street, a young woman witnesses the frantic Jonathan as he blasts by her, still screaming. "What in the world?"
Yevon finally manages to make it out and spreads his wings in the wider street. "Ahhh! That's better!"
The woman promptly enters a store. "There goes the neighborhood..."

#tag for thought, and to keep an eye on developments .. #

WN

The day is no longer normal. Chaos reigns as the giant unidentified creature (Yevon) parades down the streets, demanding answers from the hovering police slipfighters following him. "Where am I? Who are you? I am the great Yevon! You will answer me!"
All work ceases across the city as people run to get a look at this giant Human with wings. Some run at the sight, and some bow down in worship. Most just stare with immense intrest and amusement as Yevon continues his monologue with the police cruisers. "I could smite you all if I wanted! You will answer me!"
One of the cruisers fires off a shot at the god. It hits Yevon in the arm. "Ouch! You bastard! What was that for?!"
Yevon begins making faces at the cruisers, reasserting his 'god voice'. "You dare to shoot at Yevon?! Feel my wrath!"
Energy crackles along his fingertips and he laughs. "Feel my power!"
The energy fades. "Um... Hang on..."
He closes his eyes and the energy reappears. "And now! Feel my..."
It fades again. "Damn it!"
The police cruisers head back to report to their superiors, as their superiors don't seem to believe the reports they're getting. Yevon takes pride in his imaginary triumph. "Yeah, you better run!"
He looks down at some of the people who have chosen to worship him. "Who are you guys? I mean... Who are ye that kneel before the almighty Yevon?"
One of the people, an Elf, stands and shouts a reply. "We are your followers! Tell us how to help you!"
Yevon looks immensely pleased. "Ye follow the Yevon! Bless ye! Now, where am I???"

OOC: I shall return after school!

A few minutes later, Yevon is walking toward government headquarters, his Elven friend in his hand. He has given up his godly voice for the moment. "Xanthal? Aellis five? I meant to return to Mishakal, where my loyal followers would follow me to salvation!"
The Elf looks slightly ill as he is bounced about in the giant diety's hand. "I didn't know that gods could make mistakes."
Yevon laughs. "Oh, we do! Just look at mankind! Hahahahaha!" He laughs in an annoying tone at his own joke.
"Um... Yes. Well. What are you going to government HQ for?"
"Why, to aquire transportation to Earth of course! I must find my followers!"
"Um... I don't think..."
"What?"
"Nothing. Mabye they'll do it, just to get you out of the city. You've ground business to a halt."
Yevon switches voices again. "The great Yevon does as he pleases! ...But what happened to my wrath? I wanted to destroy that cruiser back there!"
The Elf looks suspicious. "Are you really a god?"
"What? Of course I'm... I mean... How dare you question the omnipotence of the great Yevon?!"
Yevon's follower sighs. "This is going to be a long day."

After almost an hour of walking, Yevon approaches downtown only to find his progress blocked by dozens of police ground and air units. The chief uses a megaphone to talk to the giant. "Attention Yevon! Halt where you are! You cannot be permitted any closer to government headquarters!"
The Elf in Yevon's hand peers over his the god's middle finger at the officers. "Um... I want to get down now."
Yevon snorts. "How dare you block my path! I am the almighty Yevon! I demand to meet with your leader!"
The police chief replies, once again with the megaphone. "If you do not stop, we will fire!"
The Elf taps Yevon's side insistantly. "Really, I want to get down. Now."
Yevon rolls his eyes and sets the Elf down. The Xanthalian citizen heads back toward his neighborhood at a quick gait. Yevon faces his adversaries again. "I will say this only once more! Get out of my way!"
The police chief uses his megaphone. Again. "Very well! Alright officers! Fire!"
A hail of bullets and energy blasts hit Yevon. The god topples over. "Dammit! Knock that off! It hurts!"
"Fire again!"
Yevon sits miserably as more and more blasts hit him. "I'm Yevon, dammit... Where're my freakin' followers? Mishakalans wouldn't do this to me..."
The police continue firing off their rounds, which have absolutely no effect except to sting their nemesis.

The Xanthalian Dictator, Mimiru Nimbus, looked incredulously at the three officials standing before her desk. "Yevon? The old Mishakalan god Yevon? Here?"
The head of the Ministry of Justice, a short and stocky man with frizzy brown hair, nodded. "He's demanding to see you."
Mimiru shook her head. "Show me that picture again."
The Minister hands her the photo. She looks at it, then at the concept drawings of Yevon from Mishakal on her computer screen. She looks from one to the other again, then looks at the Minister. "These are not the same person."
He shrugs. "I guess even gods get facelifts."
"And wings, apparently."
The Minister shrugs again.
"Well, this should be fun. Take me to him. And get a line to Mishakal, they'll definately want to hear about this."

One more bump. If this generates no intrest, I will let the thread die.

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