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Post by Loner。 on Oct 21, 2017 22:48:01 GMT
Droll skies seem so far away when framed by the tall crooked buildings around me.
An extension of shadow in a dark alley. What little light comes to me does not get very far.
My 'head' feels heavy, not sore or anything, just like it became more dense.
Not that I can say I have a head.
I peel my dark amorphous form from where I have essentially become a gaping hole in a corner of the alley. The place isn't unscathed, but the damage is less than I thought it might be for waking up in such a position.
A few rats scatter. They are remarkably large. I grab hold of one, swallow it, just trying to keep a sort of homeostasis, so that the steady hunger which is background noise doesn't become a loud roar.
Right now its not too bad.
I'm not sure what all I did before crashing in this alley but I must have eaten something worth while to have not awoken ravenous. I wish I knew what it was.
Oh well.
I pull myself together before leaving the alley. Better to not look like i'm one with the void.
The form seems to click. For once I don't feel like i'm going to collapse at the slightest misstep. How I missed this sense of stability. I don't know what changed between now and yesterday, but its not a bad feeling to have.
Now what to do with all this time I have on my hands? I want to get a good view of this cityscape, cause I don't think I've been here before. I also want to search for materials that maybe will be resilient to my heavy handling. After that I honestly can't think of a single thing I want to accomplish. The things in my mental list don't feel that urgent. Maybe my mind's just slow right now.
My feet begin to wander. I'm not sure where I'm heading yet, just kinda following the crowd.
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Post by 0 on Nov 2, 2017 4:56:42 GMT
What was the word? Or was it saying?
Memories were wobbly things, growing distant with age. The years pass and they fade away.
Hissing like static. Shadows crawl.
Lavender fields, lilac skies. Pastel clouds and purple mountains.
It seemed so far away now. I don't think I can find my way back.
The trail was twisted and long, spiraling off into so many nothings that I'd lost count.
Not so sure I want to return anyways. What would be left there? No t w
pppPerhaps I can help someone else, however- -or at least solve a mystery.
The skies here are bruised. Violet lightning cracks against the blacks, the blues and the reds.
Another universe--a dream? Ah...but who could tell the difference anymore?
There was a pull, tuggingonthe threadsstruggling to ho l d t o g e t h e r , _ _ _ , but at least it wasn't firm...yet.
Must be getting closer to some specific set of realities. Whoops.
Blood red cobblestone, black bricks. Buildings bent crooked against the marred sky. Narrow alleys with shades slipping from burn to burn.
The horroresque city held something of a nostalgic gleam to it. Quaint, silly. Curious.
wonder wh bui
I slip through the shadows like a shark surfing the shore. Or maybe a tuna fish.
...Damn it; making myself hungry.
Smoke on the wind.
Aye...'n' where did you come from, where did you go? --O'er to the tunary, one should think.
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Post by Loner。 on Nov 3, 2017 20:28:24 GMT
A strange feeling prompts a frown. Someone I know, someone familiar. Someone who i'd been looking for but unable to find.
How do I know it could be him? I have no evidence to be sure. Even so it stops me in my tracks.
I scan the buildings for an anomaly, something that wouldn't belong, but to be honest, there is too much here that is just unfamiliar enough that it fits that category for me. If I knew how to communicate in that weird way that slides to the back of my memory, that he'd used on me that first time, I'd have tried it. Naturally I have no clue.
Too quickly the sense of presence passes.
I could ignore it but... I find myself following on foot, wherever feels stronger.
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Post by 0 on Nov 3, 2017 20:59:13 GMT
Popsicle stand, popsicle stand...the alley opens up to a sidewalk, smoke wafting away. Leads to some kind of a square--a marketplace?
Bodies of various shapes and sizes mill about or pass through--many of them looking quite ferrous...ferocious. Stands with bodies behind them, ebony boards piled high with gleaming objects. The colors black and red seem to be a theme here.
I continue to follow the shadows, tiptoeing from one person's to the next, trailing the smoke. Pass by a stand with bottled things, glowing teardrops in neon haze. A fountain spouting blood.
Where's the damn grill?
Down some stairs between two ragged buildings, this alley cloaked in shadow, same as the last. Brick wall, a landing blocked by a steel door, its cracks sealed tight. A high window in iron bars, a chimney spilling smoke.
Shadow upon shadow, jiggle the knob--no-go: locked. The window, then.
Sliiide on up the wall, pass between those bars--BZZT!
Flash, spark! "Yeowch!" I'm knocked from the shadows and into the air, a tall arc of static smoke until I splat onto the shadow of another, wriggling to crawl back inside it.
Yep; totally meant to do that. What is this, the circle all over again?
I can feel a set of eyes on me. "Yo, carry on; nothing to see here. Byebye!"
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Post by Loner。 on Nov 4, 2017 19:10:48 GMT
I weave among the increasingly thick crowds not noticing the odd looks and occasional shouts of the residents of the land. I am on a hunt. Other stimuli are nothing until I either find or loose track of that being. Even tantalizing scents of the marketplace aren't enough to sway me. They sure are tempting but finding him takes priority.
I slip into an open space lingering by the wall of one crooked stone building.
There, that smoke thing! In the air and diving into a shadow at someone's feet.
I jump forward to pounce on it, trying to grab something that I know could be completely intangible if it so wished to be. Its not good enough, there is already too little to grab.
I fail to see the boot coming, yelping at the sudden contact that also hurts me whatever its made of. Worst of all, he's getting away. I've lost track of him for a moment. Who knows how far he'll get.
The beings around me speak in a language I do not know, but I can't mistake the hostile tone.
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Post by 0 on Nov 4, 2017 19:47:44 GMT
Well, something just happened.
Flooding the shadow, slipping into the next one over before a hand can rip me out...or somethin'. Quickly I clamber up the wall until its shadow runs out just short of the roof. Luckily it slopes upwards through the alley, and surely the chimney would have one too--hopefully a biggun!
Mhmbutvoices. Jumbled language, but the tone is unmistakable. A commotion seems to be just on the beginnings. The monsters versus a human!
Nea--wait...I think I know that human. Human--human...not-human.... A slight, tingling sense of denser gravity, compacted at a core.
I can't stop the crescent grin from pulling apart the shadows. "Pound him to a pulp!"
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Post by Loner。 on Nov 4, 2017 20:37:47 GMT
Human... not human, But I definitely look more human than a good many of the citizens of this land, for the moment.
They didn't let me stand up, chose to keep kicking me, called others into the game.
Not human.
I had no tolerance for this. A spiral of shadows reach out from my shape, drawing in anything that happens to be too close deep into my center. A lot of these things are strong enough to resist once they realize what's going on. Some are smart enough to get out of the way entirely
At least now I have some standing room.
I don't revert back to human form as I glare at them, but remain a dark shadowform. They are lucky that my gravity does not seem to reach as far as it would have in some of the other worlds. Some sort of law? That makes things more difficult to destroy before they touch my edges?
At least what I did catch didn't stand a chance.
I hope they don't try anything again, but rather than fear they seem excited, feisty, willing to test my patience.
How annoying.
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Post by 0 on Nov 4, 2017 21:16:20 GMT
Interamestin'. The kid doesn't just eat the monsters crowding around him, a notable number of which easily juked away or even managed to pull out from his grasp. Spiraling shadows from the human himself, and yet he seems to be holding back--or had he actually grown weaker?
"Yaya fightfight!" I jeer, shaking a shadowy fist into the air. Some eyes seem to flicker my way, but at least the monsters seem far more intent on battling the challenge that's already in front of them.
Ah, but quickly this is becoming boring.
I want my tuna fish.
I pull myself back around, sliding back into the alley and up onto the roof's edge. A weak sun pushes just enough light across the rooftop, the chimney a tall, thick column of brick, the dark smoke rising from its maw enough to cast shadow on its own. Enough to dip across the roof's edge, allowing an easy slide over to the chimney without having to bother with the thought of being seen.
Then again--I cast a quick glance around--probably don't matter up here.
Writhing out of the ground shadows and instead into the shaded air, I slap stickily against the chimney, spilling into the smoke. Everything becomes a cloud of darkness and haze, using that rightful sense of gravity to find my way down.
Light begins to fill up below, the smoke thickening and yet the shadows turning small and sparse, flickering fast around in the narrow chamber. I lose much of my girth to the smoke, letting it float away so I can jump more easily from shadow to shadow.
After all, where there's fire, there's surely intelligent life. And with the door sealed tight and the window shakin' me about, the folks within are prolly not too keen on visitors.
Sucks fer them!
Flames begin to roar in my ears, and carefully I must tiptoe in the shadows between embers and sparks, a thin line of shadow flashing about the same as the rest. It's hard when the shadows are themselves intent on disappearing or floating away, pushing my progress back or leaving me bare and exposed.
Finally, however, I manage to spill out into the shadows beyond the fire, into a small brick room. Shelves filled with bones, flesh, and purple plants line the walls, dark wooden counters and stools set up against them.
Although a fire continues to dance in its place tucked into an alcove, the room at least appears empty for now.
All right, tuna, here I come--! ...Where's the door out?
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Post by Loner。 on Nov 4, 2017 23:22:43 GMT
He is off somewhere, I don't know exactly where. The frustration at having lost track is no fun.
Though I feel like he was hanging out on the sidelines for a time.
The demons around me are a fair distraction. Coming up with ways to attack, some already trying their luck while someone's collecting bets.
Very well.
Physics might not be entirely in my favor, but when I think about the old days, when I was bound, its really not all that different. Its better, so much better than being some place with no resistance. Things could actually be a challenge here if I find the right prey. I haven't felt this way in ages. For a while I simply focus on the hunt
Eventually I realize two things. The first I'm not the only one fighting. Demons are fighting each other in a full blown riot. They are no longer focused on me alone. They are just as if not more interested in beating each other into a pulp.
The second, that, even though I could keep going, its not really doing much for me.
I find my way back to the edge of the throngs, borrowing the form of just one of the ones I'd consumed, and adding a few of my own touches to the shape. Thats a first usually I just stick to the morphs I was created with, but the new pattern fits as well as any other.
Is that guy still around? I can't sense him (thanks to some spell on the walls nearby) Guess he wandered off. Darn it.
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Post by 0 on Nov 5, 2017 1:46:13 GMT
There was a knock on the door. The steel door--the back one at the bottom of the "alley" stairs.
A small slot was slid open, black eyes rimmed in gold glaring out and down at the short blue imp standing on the landing; he was a weak-looking thing, and had fled the throngs just as the fighting looked ready to intensify. "What's the word?" a deep voice grumbled from behind the door.
"Pass!" he answered in his own high-pitched voice, and with a grinding creak the door was pulled open, revealing a massive black monster whose sheer bulk blocked the view of what lay beyond. Then he stepped aside, and the imp could see down the short brick entrance hall with several branchings.
With a chitter and a flutter of stubby wings he half-drifted, half-stepped inside, and the door was shut behind him. The bulging monster shoved him into a wall as he walked off, disappearing down one of the connecting corridors. A him-sized hole was left in the brick and soil as the scrawny imp fell out.
He picked himself up, shook himself off, and limped fast down one of the other corridors. A brick wall met him at the end, but it was no match for his fearsome power...of squeezing through tiny holes.
There was a crack in the wall, and his body was forcefully stretched and pulled through by his own hands. When he popped out the other side he was in the small supply closet that constituted his room, board, and workstation.
Right to the sight of an oily black Smokey the Bear smashing shelves down with an equally dark shovel, and gathering up the contents into its huge, gaping jaws. The beast paused for a moment, an eyeless head turning towards him, with some of his prized bane's teeth sticking out from between its floppy lips.
The imp offered up a shrill scream while reaching for a broom with which to smack the bear across the noggin.
And smack it he did, and out flew a couple tarnished thigh bones from its smashed skull. He smacked it some more once it had fallen onto the floor, only to soon find its body buzz away in a hissing haze of white noise.
The static swirled around, and the imp pushed the bristles hard into the floor, propping himself high on the broom's handle as it began to swarm across the wall from which he'd appeared. It found the miniscule crack, and then it was gone.
Dick! Boy, my arm smarts.
At least I'm no longer trapped in that tuna-less room.
I spill down the hall and into another...and into another. And another.
The fuck.
Where are all the rooms?
My pace slows, and gradually I begin to track my way back, eventually coming to a hall with a door on one end that I'd just so happened to pass by in my rush. FINALLY, gawsh.
Tentatively I poke at the handle with a tendril of gray noise. No shocking sensations. I turn the lock and then struggle to open the door, 'cause GOSH DARN it was damnably heavy!
It creaks loudly, slowly opening a crack just the slightest bit wide enough for me to peek through.
Outside. The alley.
"Ya gotta be shittin' me...," I grumble, pulling that fingerin' eye back in. Pausing.
It's probably about time I face facts: there ain't no tuna here. The smoke only led to just a dumb ol' fireplace! Le sob...but...why would that little blue guy not want folks in here?
He had the strength of BROOM!
He must be hidin' somethin' BIG. an' an' AWESOME
All right--I smack two planes of fibrous noise together, leaking back into the shadows--le's finderout!
"AUHFGHKGK!" CHOKING "LEGGOYOUFUGGINBISCH" flailing at big black burly beast
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Post by Loner。 on Nov 5, 2017 4:00:51 GMT
A din catches my ears, that is not the chaos of demonic infighting. Its accompanied by that honing sense again, a hint regarding him?
I turn the corner, entering an alley that doesn't look like much of anything.
And there he is, struggling in the clutches of whatever the big guy is.
"Hey!" I speak up, hoping my language is understandable, with the bits of language I gleaned from my earlier prey. "Hand that piece of garbage over. i've got a bone to pick with him."
My aggression's a bluff to an extent, but I certainly have been looking for this guy.
Not that I can bet on him recognizing, the squat, slightly chubby, nearly hairless demon with a fine set of tusks which fits my current look.
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Post by 0 on Nov 5, 2017 4:23:08 GMT
A gibbering shout spills through the door's crack, and the guy seems momentarily distracted. Not that it loosens his grip or anythin'.
I continue to wriggle and squirm, slowly losing material as I start to slide between his finge-- face, meet stairs.
Tossed outside I slop noisily against the masonry, and the door slams shut behind me. When I draw myself forward into a scrunch I find that a good portion of matter has been cut off, a thin, ragged tail of static trailing behind yet more static. Oh, well; ya win some, ya lose some.
I didn't feel like treasure huntin' anyways! Harumph.
Slowly I start to pull myself together into a nice neat clump --at the feet of some...pudgy mofo.
I offer up a hiss, bunched up like a spring, uncoiling, and with an electric arc I try to pass overhead, diving for the surrounding shadows.
Something unsettles my stomach (or yanno, whatever it is) at the start of the jump, however, like a--like some sorta pull. Like a...hm. What is that physics-bound word, again?
Stiffing tense, a shower of purple leaves fall out of me. I crumple up at the brief, jerking pain, and start to crawl, inchworm style, into the shadows beneath.
I, uh...hm, should probably get a move on to another world. This day ain't goin' too well--and I ain't got a single clue why! (It was the lettuce, right? Disgusting beyond time.)
Time to find another way out--or back the way I come.
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Post by Loner。 on Nov 5, 2017 5:09:56 GMT
Finally. Close enough to be in my grasp.
This time I grab at him before it gets in the shadows.
"Do you even know how hard you are to track down?"
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Post by 0 on Nov 5, 2017 5:16:24 GMT
Pudgyguy grabs me. GODDAMNIT I just got away from someone!
"About as much as tuna," I answer automatically with a wriggle and writhe.
A sensation passes through me, and a few more leaves spill out. I offer up a hacking sound in lieu of tensing with the strain, turning cock-eyed and crooked--no, wait, that happens too.
--Oh...GRAVITY! That's what it is.
Finally that spark of recognition flows through me, despite the dude's new duds.
"Aw, Tiny Tim learned how to put on his Halloween costume all by himself!"
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Post by Loner。 on Nov 5, 2017 17:09:57 GMT
I hold tighter as he squirms, determined that he not get away.
Whats with the purple leaves, And the tuna fish thing anyway?
But its good he finally seems to recognize me. That is an encouraging development.
"Yeah, too late." I respond, not really in the mood to deal with this speech style but... Whatever. "I wanted to dress up as a werewolf and run around from door to door with the human kids." (Maybe cause a few to go missing) But of course I hadn't been able to. "Instead I can't even enjoy the candy. And I have a feeling you know more about why that is than I do."
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