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"What would you do if there was an all powerful being who could shape worlds and bend time sitting on your shoulder no larger then a plush toy?
Well i have one and his name is Momo......or so he told me.
Apparently there has been a "mix up" in the "fabric of the universe" but all it means to me is that i have to baby sit someone who could suddenly decide to turn me inside out and sing the latest pop song.
Oddly enough however i found out that there are rules when it comes to these "novelty gods"

Thou must Choose ONE and only ONE.
To be seen by those not of your choice, is to be seen as one of there own.
To kill to change or to distort beyond the scope of the plain you abide in is to evoke his wrath.

now i personally have no idea what these rules mean, or what the hell hes doing here....all i know is that he annoys the hell out of me, and keeps changing the color of my socks."

There are many others like Momo who have recently arrived in this plain, this universe. They appear as normal people (although act a little odd) but all of them choose a mortal person to attach themselves to, and only to them do they reveal there true nature. They have the powers of gods themselves but are limited to Three rules which they must never break. This so far seems to prevent these creatures editing the world however they choose, but small changes seem to be allowed. There is one thing that is certain however, the end times are upon the world......whatever that means : P

Human form


god battle form

Name: Michael is the name he will answer to but his true name is Omega
age: whatever he wants it to be.
bio: he is an annoying pest to say the least. he enjoys playing jokes on others and is often a goof. He says he has never been in love but some of his reactions suggest thats a lie. He seems to try to ignore or change subjects when he is questioned as to why he is here or what is happening. It seems like he knows something more...perhaps more then other gods do.
When he came to be like all others a small indestructible note came with him. He was to give this to the human he chose, in the end he simply snuck into a room and placed the note on the bed waiting for his randomly chosen friend to pick it up.


god battle form
Name: unknown as she doesnt appear in human form and as such can be seen by no human being. However her true name is Alpha
Bio: nothing else is known about the seemingly violent god...pray she does not deem the death of others necessary on whatever quest she is on.

Michael (omega):

He was watching intently at her reading the note, he had been watching her since she entered the apartment. He considered her rather attractive and did a small victory dance when he first saw her enter.
He had rummaged around the room before she arrived, searching for any hint of who she might be and what she did. He had learnt she was studying to be a teacher of some sort, all the books were a dead give away.
He decided to remain unseen for a little while, if only to continue to inspect her.

He pondered to himself how he would show him self to her, and decided that he would play a joke on her. With that he grabbed her sandwich of course ensuring she didnt notice and took a few bites greedily leaving a rather large bite mark in it. With the food hardly fitting in his mouth he quickly ran into the other room and moved a few things just for the fun of it before swallowing.
After he had finished moving things he decided living in the time frozen state was beginning to bore him. She had read the note, and that meant she could now see him regardless of whether or not he wanted her to. Therefor the only thing he could do to ensure he could get away with murder was stop time for the mortals and fiddle.

He pondered to himself why he had to let her read the note, why they all had to keep a similar note. The more he thought about it the more annoyed at it he got, the idea a god had to follow around a random person. What bothered him more though was all the limits that were placed on his powers, all the little things he wasnt allowed to do.

Finally he grew sick of looking at her apartment unfroze time and sat at the table on one her chairs looking through one of her books, waiting for her to come into the next room and freak out about him being there. It made him laugh just thinking about it.

Michael:

He had heard her turn on her shower and felt rather disappointed when she didnt have much of a reaction to him eating her sandwich. If it were him he would have gone on a mighty crusade to find those heathens who stoleth his edibles. He laughed a little at the hilarious idea of hundreds of men fighting over a sandwich and decided that he would endeavor to start a conflict somewhere over such a hilarious issue. Thats when he realised that there were indeed probably people in starving nations who did just that and suddenly grew disappointed again that his joke had turned more serious.

He got up and looked into the next room, leaning in the doorway. She obviously didnt pay much attention, as he wasnt exactly quiet and managed to lie all over her bed checking its "comfort rating" by jumping on it at least ounce. He was surprised to notice how nice everything seemed to smell in her apartment, was it some sort of air freshener or just her small rubbing off on everything. He dismissed these thoughts though as he got bored. He got bored very easily when he wasnt talking to people, and whats more is that he had to wait now for " miss doesnt care about sandwiches and needs to be super freakin clean" to get out of the shower so he could have some fun.
He couldnt even leave the house unless she did to, another one of the rules he had to abide by. If she went outside he could go anywhere on the planet so long as there wasnt a roof over his head. It was an odd rule now that he thought about it.

He went back to the table and sat with his feet resting on the table top, flicking through a book entitled "diary" he wasnt sure who the author was but it was filled with amusing stories about some girls life. he thought it quiet funny to be honest. Then finally the sound of water pouring stopped and he smiled with excitement and got ready for the inevitable scream.
Thats when he saw her walk into the room with nothing but a towel on. He was about to say hi when SHE DROPPED THE SANDWHICH!!!!.

He looked at it in horror as it hit the floor, the peices of bread slideing off the delicious contents and hitting the floor. When it was over he just looked up at her with a look on his face like she had just shot him.
"I understand this is a surprise BUT DEAR GOD WHY THE SANDWHICH?!?!"

Michael:

he placed the book down on the table and crouched down onto the ground picking up the remained of his fallen friend Le sandwhich. He had decided to name it in a french way. He attempted to piece it back together and brushing off the dirt from the floor.
"poor little fella, dont worry i still love you no matter what you look like" he said with a chuckle as he took another bite. It didnt take him long to realize that the three second rule obviously came about for a reason and placed the sandwich on the table swallowing the dirty tasting mouthful.
"Ew....you should clean the floors more often" he said as he watched her squirm away.

"dont bother going for the fire poker, they are painful but it takes a bit more then that to actually hurt me" he said with a laugh sitting back on the chair.
he picked up the book again and opened it looking at the hand written words.

"As for why im here, you read the note so im stuck with you....that and why would i want to steal all this stuff, you already dropped the sandwich." he responded before deciding he definably wanted the sandwich and picked it up with one hand.
Just then a small breeze seemed to enter the room and shifted the bread slices and various ingredients around before dying down leaving everything in order and in great condition.
"There we go, all better" he said before taking another bite and smiling at the taste.
"more importantly mrs towels for outfits whats your name?"

michael:

He looked at her in a slightly hurt way when she insulted his note, he had gone to alot of trouble ensuring the letters where a perfect shade of gold, the right thickness to be easily read and the perfect thickness so that they stood out well. The parchment it was written on he weaved together himself just as it was meant to. He sat back up rather insulted and frowned, he wasnt crazy...........ok maybe he was a bit but his note was beautiful.

"fine ill answer all of your questions miss ownership, i wasnt hiding anywhere i was sitting here most of the time, i did leave the note in the bed, which i may add is a beautiful note....thats real gold you know. as for why you didnt see me you have to read the note and im here because someone has to read the note so i came here and put it on your bed." he said growing bored of explaining.

Then she randomly lunged at him, he didnt know what was going on and because he had chosen to lean on the chair fell backwards and landed on his head. It hurt but he had to admit that the falling sensation felt rather fun. "OW whats wrong with you i was reading that...i thought it was pretty funny actually" he said getting up in a rather dramatic way and sat up on a kitchen bench.

((i hate to be picky, but thats a little short : S))

Michael:
He watched as the towel covering her began to fall and she dropped th book on the floor. clearly she preferred to keep her body secret rather then her past as it fell open on the floor. "of course it sounds crazy, thats the way we work" he said with a smile

he chuckled at how she was so uptight about everything, she really must not like him being here. "well its rude to insult the notes people right to you, and how was i supposed to know that book was about you.....actually now that i think about it its even funnier" he said starting to laugh. "oh my...that is actually very VERY funny" he said as the situations in the book actually happened to this girl.

finally when he stopped and wiped his head and get off the bench standing up straight. "i guess your not very bright so ill have to explain it more bluntly, i am michael..and through various happenings i am stuck here with you, as all gods i have to pick one person to buzz around and that person is you" he said pointing at her rather dramatically.

"as for what the letter means how should i know i was told to write it that way" he said sitting back down on the chair, he had to pick it up off the floor before being able to sit on it.