“Dang. Didn’t expect to kill someone here. Well, just in case, I’ll pull you out if you’re still alive. Not my fault this place gave us a bucket had an entire pocket dimension of golden paint inside.”Fake tried to hop into the bucket, but he was way too small to do so. Okay, this "Hoopa" needs to conjure better buckets. He tried again, and just succeed-but before he could celebrate, he fell into the beautiful golden paint. Argh!!! No! I will NOT die this way! he panicked, trying to kick his way up, but his legs were stiff and heavy with the paint. Fine! Method number 2, then! He kicked the bucket.
“Wow, after this, I’m definitely going to explore as many universes as I can! Well, maybe the reason why I’ve never seen these universes is because you purged so many of them. Seriously, why would you want to destroy even a singular universe if there’s probably an infinite amount of mostly identical ones, if there is in fact everything in the multiverse!”"Forgetting my name? Tch, typical deities, it's Alluhmieh, you could do well to remember." She scoffed as he continued on. "Of course, another world taking advantage of others just because they're blind to their own faults. If I had been any stronger back then, I could've saved you the trouble of having to help such a pathetic race."
"I don't destroy 'good worlds' as you call them. I only go for worlds that are hell bent on sticking to their greedy and manipulative roots." She hissed, shaking her head. "Skin suits, meatbags, flesh sacks, bodies, they all mean the same to me. If it weren't for the mind and soul inhabiting them, they would all be nothing but piles of flesh."
She allowed the skin and bones of her arm to melt away, revealing a corrosive purple liquid that oozed onto the table. "And as for my own 'wardrobe', I've recently acquired a few more that are well beyond anything your mind can conceived. If I feel like it, I could show you some of them." She didn't bother hiding the malice in her smile.
"Rivals?" She snorted. "As if this being could hope to match up to my powers now, not after everything I've been through."
A disgusted frown smeared her features as she willed her arm back to its human state. "I was once an ordinary human and it wasn't until some humans in my old world decided they wanted to play god. Have you ever wondered what something would look like when thousands of souls were stitched into one, one that was awake and sensitive to every prodding, screams and cries. The pain, the cutting, the fear, so many voices, so many thoughts merging, shouting for vengeance, shouting for retribution."
Her body shivered and she shook her head, ridding those wretched memories of years past and she took on a more neutral face. "Now, I've become a cleanser of sorts. Running around the multiverse, purging vile and diseased-ridden worlds of their malicious inhabitants."
"Wyn? My, are you talking about that vicious hybrid you call a person? Have you finally put that miserable creature out of her misery?" she said, tauntingly, a wicked grin on her face. While she may not really have much of an opinion on that vixen, she wasn't above using something to peer open someone's wounds.
"If it hasn't been cleared before, I am not a Gira but a true borne shapeshifter. I can copy any being that crossed my line of sight whether or not I can see the being does not matter, my copies are perfect down to a every little speck of detail, your abilities, knowledge, experience and memories all become a part of mine permanently."
Her eyes flashed an eerie purple.
"While I may have creation powers, courtesy of my various purges, I don't consider myself a creation deity instead I consider myself a purger, a purifier, a cleanser of the multiverse," she answered. "And unsurprisingly, anything you can think of is possible in the multiverse. I've found myself purging many worlds that were nothing but works of fiction in my past life."
“Me!” Hoopa’s lips grew almost as large as his own body and smothered Andre’s entire head Hoopa’s spit.Andre's breath had left him. Someone was just admitting to destroying entire worlds because they were "rotten". At least that made him feel more humane by comparison.
Desperate for a distraction, he turned to the Pillar for some more questions.
"Two legs, no contest," he said. "As a painter, my hands are my livelihood and my instruments of art."
Andre smiled. "My best friend Katie has such good energy. She's funny, friendly and aggressively positive. It's hard to stay morose around her for long."
"I guess that would be the power to change how people think. I'd eliminate bigotry. Once that's done and humanity lives in harmony, it'll be a lot easier to tackle the other problems in our world."
He looked for a dare next.
"I'm feeling rather smoochy right now," he hummed. "Any volunteers? Any gender goes."
“Don’t worry, I’ll clean it up!”
Hoopa showered Andre with the bucket of infinite golden paint, cleaning up all the spit.
“Now we’re both golden kissing buddies!” Hoopa laughed.