Christmas Eve - December 24, 2030
Interview Session #00024
"Mister Caldwell, I've been very patient with you. I've been more than patient than I care to admit." He spoke in manner that'd make me feel guilty for throwing money at him for his initial hesitance. He wanted to act like an adult, assume responsibility and call the fake number I'd have given him earlier, but I wouldn't let him....I couldn't.
"So, if you're not going to open up to me. If you're not going to tell me what really happened that made you come here than I'm going to have to call--" It's inappropriate of me to assume the bodily control of anyone other than myself, the Gods knows I feel dirty for it, but the power comes second nature to my bloodline. It's why I'm here.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I muttered as I tried my hardest to dampen any sort of emotional outrage. I was trying my best to avoid any situation involving the American authority, because their kind didn't have any liking toward mine.
"Please, I'll tell you the truth. I swear." I pleaded, knowing my games of working around the truth weren't as good as her's. I had to tell him. I had to tell someone, because I knew if I didn't.....I wouldn't be able to live with myself.
"I told you. I told you how I saw my uncle die. How he was the closest thing I had to a father." It's difficult talking about him. Remembering the yellow flicker before his eyes went hollow. I stopped speaking after that for maybe a minute, two minutes, maybe even more.
"You see he would take me out to the garden whenever mother was busy and he'd teach me about things, things I wasn't suppose to know. He'd teach me about humanity and its' plight with super powered beings." I resumed speaking as if I never pressed pause but he's lost on my wordplay. I should have known a mortal wouldn't have understood the formalities of Olympian dialect.
"My uncle. He'd tell me about this tyrant that had been a part of the reason this world was ravaged and in a fit of rage this tyrant caused a rift through the universe. A rift that needed to be fixed." Her ascension onto the throne was improper, but even the combined efforts of Alceus and Helena of Troy weren't enough to prevent her acquisition of the crown. As a result, mother would disrupt the flow of her home world and use her powers to create her own dimension.
"WHO ARE YOU!?!" He shouted, reminding me that my grip on his person had faded whilst I nervously spat out personal truths.
"My name is Sean Zeraz and my mother broke the universe by trying to create her own. Her powers are gone. I have to find them. I have to fix to fix the universe before the prime earth dies altogether!" I must admit that I rose from my seat in a frantic state, yanking him by the forearms and pulling him inward so that I could look at him face to face.
"I needed you to tell me that I wasn't crazy." My mother had damaged the universe and as her punishment her powers over reality were drained away by another version of herself, but no knew. No one would ever know.
"I needed you to tell me that it was normal to want to kill your mother if meant saving the universe." He looked at me in shock, fully aware that I was the sole heir to the Olympian throne, petrified of what might come if my mother discovered our precious meetings.
"I have seen this world suffer, because of beings with too much power, but I know how to save them. How to save everyone. I just need to know I'm not delusional. That what I'm saying is the most heroic thing you've ever heard." I knew my answer after he collapsed onto the floor. My plan was grand and deserved execution. At the age of seventeen I devised a plan that brought me to a New Earth, one where mutant and human relations brought death and destruction, and for eleven years I worked hard to sow myself into this universe; by attaining the trust of this world's Clarice I've gotten myself one step closer to achieving my goal. Creating the perfect society through powers this version of my mother doesn't deserve.
PSA
- Sean Michael Zeraz is the Vine Prime child of Clara Mass and The Assassin
- After witnessing the death of Vine Prime Closure the boy grew up with a deteriorating mental state.
- As a demigod with an almost limitless intelligence over the multiverse, Sean found his way to the CVnU
- Through his own means he came up through the world with Zeraz Technologies, attaining the trust of the unfit reality warper known as President Pierce.
- His full intention is to use her powers to jump start his AI system known as GWE (God's Watchful Eyes)
- The goal? Create a utopian nation that monitor's powers and keeps everyone in check.
- Sean Zeraz has recently offered a large amount of money to the WildCardz in hopes of attaining their protection during the LAUNCH day of GWE (think Skynet)
- Until then....stay woke. Anyone with a character in Gothic City has heard rumblings of the GWE AI. It's enough to get some people scared by the implications of Big Brother watching.
- This thread will act as a sign up for those who might want to become an employee of Zeraz Tech or go against the impending regime. There will be some other details to be revealed to give some of y'all story options.
- This rpg will definitely go up if I feel like there's enough interest :D
- THANKS for reading so much of my junk. You're the best!
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