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Pride, at least, had enough manners to stay quiet for Althalos's speech. It was true, he needed a host to enter Axiom, which was where the extremely rare source of manners was coming. However, while he stayed quiet, he didn't necessarily pay attention. Before the potential host could even finish his first sentence, Pride had taken to using his manipulation of energy to carve even more inscriptions in the ceiling right above him or to erase some of the older ones. His eyes were completely focused on his own work and every now and then he would mutter some sort of praise to himself with an over-confident smile as he puffed up his chest in what was obviously pride.

For several minutes after Althalos was finished, Pride continued to enjoy his own art. His face was crumpled into a smile of enjoyment that looked strangely ancient on the child-like face. His fingers waved in intricate patterns as he manipulated the tiles of the ceiling. Now, instead of markings that looked faintly like words, there were more wider scribbles--curves and lines that looked like they belonged to some sort of large drawing.

Pride continued to ignore Althalos as he swept his hand in one more flourish before returning his attention back to the swordmaster. "Ah, done already?" the sin asked with his cocky smile as the ceiling tiles above him shifted their spots, kind of like the pieces of a tile puzzle, "Your speech was so boring that I lost interest in it. Now then." Pride then stood up on his seat and coughed a couple times to clear his voice. As he did so, the tiles finally stopped moving and instead the white etches began to glow brightly. Now that they were completely arranged, a picture could be seen, something that looked like an exact replica of Michaelangelo's painting on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. However, there was one main difference. Yes, Pride had replaced the image of God with an image of himself and instead of reaching out of Adam's hand, his foot was placed firmly in an obviously superior position on Adam's back. The changes, could have been seen as comical or scandalous. One thing that nearly everyone could agree on, though, was that they were done flawlessly, blending in so perfectly with the rest of the painting that they seemed as if they belonged to the original itself.

"I AM GOD!!!!!" was the first thing the conceited Sin declared after standing up and the only thing he declared before plopping himself back in his seat. Once seated, a sadistic smile stretched across his face as he continued, "You uncouth simpleton, you bore me with your pompous language. You're lower than a worm. I 'may be the most powerful being in all of Axiom'? I am the most powerful being! There is no 'may' involved! What is this 'may' you're talking about? I have no need of someone who looks down on me. You have the power 'light kings aflame, explode cities with a simple flick of my finger'? Bah! What's so special about that?!" his eyes lit up with something akin to insanity as he let loose a laugh that resounded crazily across the room, "Kings are nothing! They are worms to me! As for cities, they're simply slugs! I am all-powerful. Nothing can stop me! Why would I need someone who can kill worms and slugs when I AM GOD?!". Suddenly, his face contorted into one of intense rage as he shouted. "SHUT UP! I'M SERIOUS!". The skulls at the feet of his throne rattled dangerously with the energy Pride let loose as the light seeping through to create the painting on the ceiling flickered off then on then off then stayed on once more to create a lightning-like effect.

Just as suddenly as the rage appeared, it disappeared and was replaced by yet another expression. This time, it was a confident smile once more once more, but with a vein pulsing on the side of his head, "This world follows my rules. My commands. My laws. My wishes. Everything bows to me. There is no 'could' or 'may' or any such useless uncertainty involved. Everything is 'are' or 'is' or 'am' or some other word of absolute meaning. Every word, every command of mine is absolute. Everything I make is absolutely the best. I AM GOD!!". There was a pause while the Sin maintained his grin. Then, he ended his current outburst with a nasty sneer that explained the still-pulsing vein, "You believe you can do better than me? My art is 'almost as good as' yours? Well then, it seems you have no need of me."

Pride sat back, closed his eyes, and basked in the praise Althalos was giving him, even ignoring the insulting "When you" part. However, there was one thing he couldn't ignore as when it came, his eyes shot open into a menacing glare. "Oh, so you think I am not past 'ultimate power' already?" Pride started out with a threatening calm before going into a full-out rampage on his seat, which actually had more of the appearance of a small kid throwing a tantrum rather than a Sin rampaging, " I AM GOD!!! God is past ultimate! I am past ultimate! Who do you think you are, you fragment of a harmless plankton to think that you would be able to make me greater than I already am! There is nothing greater than me, I have already reached the pinnacle of greatness!".

Suddenly the rampage/tantrum stopped. In his frenzy, Pride had come to stand on his throne once more. His face, distorted by rage only a moment ago was distorted with yet another sneer as he turned up his nose and puffed up his chest pompously. He asked with the same sneer, "You believe I need you, do you not?".

"I could use you," Pride waved his hand to erase the picture he had just created and immediately replace it with the inscriptions that had been on the ceiling when Althalos entered, his face was dull and emotionless, he had lost all interest, "However, using implies needing and I do not need anything nor do I want to need anything. You bore me and misunderstand me. I care not a whit, not a micro-nanometer, not an atom's worth about unleashing my power on Axiom," suddenly a finger pointed in Althalos's direction, his face remained as uninterested as ever, "You mistake me for some inferior mixture of Greed and Wrath. I am far above either of them. Rejected." With that, Althalos would feel himself grabbed by a large claw, the same one that had dragged him to the Tower in the first place, and pulled through the floor. Upon reaching Axiom, he would be unconscious and lying in the exact same place that he had been dragged from, as if he had simply been sleeping there for the entire time.

Back in the Tower, the door to Pride's room creaked open once more. Ready to allow in whoever was next. Once more, the room was darkened, making it seem to whoever was going to step in that they were stepping into absolutely nothing.

(( It'd be May next. THough if prevents another argument Conner can go. I'd like to try my hand. Pride seems fun to debate with ^^ )))

(Zelici's RPC)

((( Then it's Warrior vs. Pride Round Two! May's turn! Ready.....!!! FIGHT!!!! DING!!!! XD Too much Zoids. )))


May only smirked at the gunslinger and waved. "Sure~ You and I can have lots of fun once we're out of this place~" she said. She then laid back on the floor and took a nap. When the dark door way opened again May yawned and woke up. She stood and brushed the dirt off her. Giving everyone a cheeking smirk and a wave, she stepped through the door way into the empty room and....