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Post by Jay on Nov 10, 2017 23:00:20 GMT
Kenessa Poor thing, of course it was spooked. Cats in flight tended to be the shakiest things in existence. Little charged particles were less frantic than them on the worst days.
I sat still, nodding to it. "Hey now, it's ok. I'm one of the good ones," I tried to reassure the thing. I realized, in the back of my head, that it might actually understand human language, considering where we were, but I wasn't going to start talking to it like a person. My interactions with them were much less tender.
"You hungry? I got some food," I reached into my bag slowly, trying to pull out a package with equal slowness. Didn't want the kitten scurrying off thinking I was gonna hurt it. Planeswalking human True Neutral | 31 | Female nyghtmystress
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Post by Jay on Nov 10, 2017 22:52:42 GMT
"I always dreamt of cotton candy." Lucid dreaming had become pretty easy for me over the years. All the time I spent alone gave me the room I needed to practice. Various techniques tested, and after a few years, I was carving out the dreamscape with the best of them.
It was around that time I'd realized that lucid dreaming for a Planeswalker was really, really weird. See, it was less of being trapped in a dream, and more of a time when your power was unrestrained. You were walking the planes as easily as you breathed, and it all happened in instants.
I kind of got used to it. A lot of my contacts in the past were made when I was slobbering on the linen, and when I woke, I had some knowledge that I didn't particularly mean to possess. It contributed to how much I knew of the Planes and their general layout. There weren't many mortals who could say they had intimate knowledge of things that liked to crawl between the cracks of reality. A bitchin' power to have, that knowledge was.
But, that was years ago. About six years, to be precise. After a run-in with a certain spider-y elder being, and a stab through its heart, I was repaid with the stripping of my ability to convene with the multiverse, at least vocally. That put a hamper on a lot of my life, and I was forced to only talk to things that could spare the time to translate their tongue to Tiny Human Speak.
After that, I had chosen to just keep the lucid dreaming to a minimum. I closed up shop in my head, ensured that no pesky astral nasties could poke around in it, and kept my wits about me whenever I shut my eyes. For six years.
So, imagine my surprise when I found myself floating above the skies of an area. I was... younger. Six years younger; ripe age of twenty-five. I couldn't see it, but I could feel it. And, I was somewhere I didn't expect.
The Astral Planes. The Cosmos. The Universe Outside. I mean, hell, it was better than getting mixed in Necropolis, but it was a jarring prospect. Angels and all sorts of light-oriented Johnsons liked to call this place their home.
The Gods did, too. The most powerful of them stuck around this place.
I never went looking for these guys unless I was trying to fulfill a job, and I'd been on sabbatical for about half a year now.
Something brought me here. Someone.
And, with that very comforting realization, I very calmly spoke out to the Cosmic void. "H-hey... who's there? Why ya crashing my dream?"
I promise, only a bit of my voice cracked. Price Of Deicide Kenessa Asalea | Present Day | Astral Planes [Projecting] flaze
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Post by Jay on Nov 10, 2017 18:49:32 GMT
Kenessa I would be lying if I said I got what was going on. There was a lot of Creation-related context I was missing throughout this whole interaction, but I boiled it down to 'Kishar was being naughty'. Shinzo's words outright confirmed it, and I only offered a slight hum of affirmation.
It wasn't that I disliked talking to them, I just disliked their talking to me as if I got all of their inside jokes. Shinzo was good about it, though I chalked up Kishar's lack of ability to read that to her very scientific way of thinking. Everything was an equation to her, it seemed.
I could respect that, even if it presented some awkwardness. I barely knew if Kishar could actually show emotion - most of the time I was by myself. Sans my making her laugh once, she didn't seem like the type to just broadcast her feelings.
Which made seeing tears fall... jarring.
That was a face I was acutely aware of. Night terrors were a sonuvabitch, no matter who you were. The dream gods weren't kind - hell, I was sure they used their powers primarily for seeing how much they could get away with covertly breaking our sanity.
A farce, sanity was, and you'll be destroyed for it.
... wait, that wasn't at all what I was thinking.
I simply decided to ignore that, shook my head, and looked to Shinzo. "Do what you need to do. We can start our thing whenever you want." Planeswalking human True Neutral | 31 | Female Kishar shinzo
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Post by Jay on Nov 10, 2017 5:51:14 GMT
Kenessa I nodded, letting Kishar continue her little tirade for the time being. So, she wanted something that could measure her power.
Unfortunately, I wasn't willing to jump down that hole, again. Feeling the energy that Creation hammered into my face, I was pretty sure that opening that valve again would only hurt my head. It wasn't because of the energy having an effect on me - my powers did some useful adaptation to it. But, it would be a psychological hit.
"I don't know what else could help, really," I said to Kishar. I tapped my bicep for a second, trying to run through my head what would actually help her. Then, I looked to my sword leaning on the table. "Actually... I might have something," I walked over to the table.
While I unsheathed the blade, I answered her next questions. "Ah. Nah, she's my little friend, but not my significant other," I responded. "I'm gonna give her a present."
Turning back to Kishar, I explained my intent. "Okay. So, I found out this has the power to resonate with energy. If you touch the blade, it'll reflect the power back to you. Since I'm pretty sure you've got some 300-word reason for why your light can't hurt you, it should just be a feedback loop for you." Planeswalking human True Neutral | 31 | Female Kishar
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Post by Jay on Nov 10, 2017 5:32:49 GMT
Kenessa A feline in need is a friend indeed.
Well, no. See, I wasn't really on the troll for a new cat. Really, I was in Eokia looking for a nice toy for Patches. Still cat-related, but not entirely so. She was an easily-distracted little thing, and I needed to get things done before I went to go see Kishar in this Sonlas place.
I ended up coming here to Akuzeth, and my skin was crawling with each step. Eokia just wasn't right; nothing about it was. Unnatural in how purely natural it was... and that was coming from me, the Queen of the Weird and Mildly Eldritch. I looked stuff like that in the eye while I stole their money from under their noses - often quite literally.
Still, nothing could prepare me for the sight of a little cat throwing itself into a hiding place. "Oh. Shite," I said. Then, I bent over, looking to the thing. "Hey little guy. Whatcha runnin' from, there?"
I didn't see or hear whatever was trying to come after the animal, so I just assumed that it was just spooked. Planeswalking human True Neutral | 31 | Female nyghtmystress
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Post by Jay on Nov 10, 2017 3:22:02 GMT
Kenessa The sight of the babbling chipmunk of a solar person standing in the room I was bumming in wasn't necessarily exciting. Over time, Shinzo and Kishar were more or less a normal sight. I made a gesture of hello to her when she came in.
Then, she asked me to speak to her about measuring her Essence. "Kishar, you know I'm not cool with doing that," I had, a few days ago, told Shinzo about how shaken I was when I looked up their powers. That wasn't necessarily something I'd want to do again. "Is there something really pressing that you finish before you sleep?"
When she asked me about the fan, I realized she had been listening in on me. That would've bothered me if I wasn't both bumming in her house, and she were someone meaner. So, I just answered. "The little love of my life," I said with a wispy sort of voice, fluttering my eyes as if Patches could hear the slight sarcasm. "My ca-"
She was babbling now. "Cause it's ho-"
Then, I lifted a finger. "Kishar!" I called to her. "One thing at a time. Please." Planeswalking human True Neutral | 31 | Female Kishar
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Post by Jay on Nov 9, 2017 0:52:58 GMT
"Day Seven, Genesis or something." I lived for the moments when things fit together. I must have spent a while in this place, working hard on the various parts of the studies given to me. The books, once originally a problem, became easy after my third read through each. Thank god for speed reading, as it had taken me a good portion of about an hour each read through. The three days following the day I got here, it was all reading and notation. Three hours of reading through the text three times, then about fourteen hours of practice. Seventeen full hours of work for three days, leaving me around seven to myself. I spent that time sleeping. Well... I spent four of them, anyways. The other three were spent examining things. In short, I very, very rarely interacted with anyone. The only time was when one of the sun servants walked in to make sure I was still breathing... and to remind me to shower. That was pretty important, yes. By day six, nearing the end of the first week, I had asked that same servant for another book. They seemed... surprised? Yes, dude, a mortal girl didn't find your sun people textbooks all that frightening. Funny world we live in. Well, no, that was a lie, each of the texts were extremely high-brow. It'd be damn near infernal to anyone who didn't spend their life messing with equations. The one time I was happy that my mom drilled me on my education, honestly. Anyways, the next few books were a bit harder to digest, as expected, but I had enough of a grasp of the things given to me to follow along with my own things. I'd gotten a lot of insight into what was wrong with half the crap I used. Namely, there wasn't anything wrong, but that a lot of it was vastly inferior to half the shit I'd be dealing with on my missions. Almost made me embarrassed that I toted around my gun like some sort of bandit. That was my first project. I'd gone back to my house for a bit to grab a few things - clothes, some books, my bag - and locked it up. I gave Patches a little smooch on the head - don't think she appreciated that much, even as a cat - then I went on my merry way back to the sun palace. I didn't ask for much after that - a few supplies for building and that was it. I got what I liked to call the Exalt Talk, about the intricacies of every part of their realm and the implications of blah blah blah, look I really didn't give a damn when they waxed poetic. I just took what I needed and got to work on disassembling my gun. I felt like a regular ol' machinist. "Day Thirteen, I built a doodad." See, the servants who walked in were expecting me to be finished with the little project I'd undertaken. 'How's your firearm' they would ask. Then, that awkward moment came when they eyed the tiny water turbine in front of me, powering few flat, spinning pieces of hardened plastic inside of a circular frame, subsisting entirely on the liquid that seemed to be glowing golden from the magical prope- A fan. I made a fan. Don't look at me like that, I was hot in here. Sitting in this place in a tanktop, some sweat pants, barefoot, doing math and some little specks of engineering all day? Yeah, it was bound to make the skin slick with sweat. Not that I didn't shower. No, I learned my lesson. I showered maybe three or four times a day now. I took advantage of the accommodations, and every time I came into contact with either Shinzo or Kishar, I would hold up a ten minute conversation. Then, it was back to work. I was supposed to be learning magic, but I ended up learning Magitech. That... wasn't a problem to me. I took a drink of some Celestial Wine, then went back to work. My notebooks I had were full, and a board had been presented to me. Thank the gods. I was standing at it, writing down some equations. Equations I'd derived on my own from the Devonian methods. Graphs, charts, interactions - the numbers were adding up, and they were telling me how to increase the efficiency of my gun. Hell, I'd realized partway through that I didn't need to have physical ammunition anymore. Finding out my way on how to do something like that filled me with pride. I was a regular scientist. Wait till Patches sees this. "Maybe I'll build her a fan. She likes fans," I said out loud, continuing to write on the board. Little Eureka Moments Kenessa | Present Day | Sonlas
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Post by Jay on Nov 8, 2017 20:19:45 GMT
Kenessa Choushin "Yikes," that was the correct response for something like that. "Alright, got it. Here, take the charm then," I said to the kitsune. I pushed the charm through the dimensional wall, and it would end where the kitsune sat. It was now in their possession, and firmly out of mine. Good riddance. I hated souls and all soul-y things. It was time to bid Choushin farewell. "Thanks for your help. I'll be seeing you soon?"Shagul And now he was giving me lip. This creature was a nightmarish entity of pure malice, and he was also sassy. Two combinations, by themselves, that would have been manageable. Together, they formed something I could barely tolerate. "You like sacrifices, bud? Find your own," What I was about to do was probably going to land me in more trouble than it was worth. But I was vindictive enough to not care at the moment. "You ain't gettin' shit from me."I just denied a spiritual entity an offering for their time. Usually, that led to some bad stuff. 0 "I'm thinkin... I've got a theory..." I rubbed the back of my head. "Magic's called magic for us mortals cause we don't get it. It don't follow natural laws, yeah?"
I lifted another doughnut, and tossed it to the Number. "But, like... what if it's all just... interfacing. Ya know? Like, it's not necessarily breaking a law. But, like, what if it's, uh..." I was definitely having some trouble putting it into words. "It's like a series of differentials. It's all about the change in the basic interactions we see. It's not breaking a law, so much as its interacting in a way we don't see..."
Yeah, even I could tell this wasn't making a lot of sense. I struggled to find the words, but I knew I was on to something, at least. Planeswalking human True Neutral | 31 | Female ninjasoilder Loner。 0
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Post by Jay on Nov 8, 2017 20:06:02 GMT
Kenessa These birds were a pain in my ass, and they were slated to stay that way, it seemed.
Izune dealt with her enemy deftly enough, as expected, and here I was clashing with some muscle-bound hawkman. Still, I was able to keep them away while my partner made her way over to assist. It was a fair fight, now.
Well, it was, before more of them showed up.
Now, it was a brawl. I drew my gun, and two shots rang from the barrel immediately. One missed, but the other hit one of the birdmen right between the eyes. The other screeched as he lunged at me.
The hand carrying my blade went up, and I was able to at least successfully knock his attack out of the way. It wasn't graceful by any means, but it helped give me the second I'd needed to react. I jumped back, dodging a kick from its talon, and took advantage of the point-blank distance to fire another shot. This one hit its stomach, and the pained screech told me it had struck true.
He wasn't down, though. The spear came back and was hefted at me from the same range. Whatever swiftness kept me alive in that moment, I'd like to thank it. The spear whizzed over my ducking head, and I took another shot.
Right in the chest, and the birdman fell over in a heap. Muscle doesn't protect from guns - simple law of nature.
"Oi, Izune, first rocs, now the Aves?!" I yelled to her. "You didn't tell me the treasure was this hot!"
Planeswalking human True Neutral | 31 | Female Loner。
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Post by Jay on Nov 8, 2017 19:55:27 GMT
Amitiel Proactive. I liked that. He was on a roll and wanted to continue. "Well... I guess we could," I turned to my left. Next to us, the plane began to change, and a forest - mighty and beautiful - sprung forth. It was lush, scenic, and utterly pure. Vessatali's Forest, remade. Not entirely, but enough to show itself. "Follow me?" I said to Malik, walking down a pathway leading into the trees. I would try my hardest here. I was not Lady Vessa, but I would try. EXIT. angel Neutral Good | Ageless | Sexless Loner。
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Post by Jay on Nov 8, 2017 19:37:57 GMT
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Post by Jay on Nov 7, 2017 23:31:04 GMT
Kenessa Good, just embarrass me harder. I didn't know what was worse - teasing gods or vindictive ones. At least the latter were willing to show their truer feelings. "Yeah yeah, laugh it up," I muttered, turning to one of the books. "Thanks for the offer. Maybe I'll take you... up on it," I said to Shinzo, shaking my head at my great leaps in shitting on my own character. "I'm gonna get started. Lots of reading ahead."I reached in my bag, pulling out a pen. There was some paper next to me, so that would help with note-taking. During my prep time, I was thinking about my impression on the two. Benevolent. That was in short supply with higher beings, honestly. At least these two seemed to enjoy my outburst. But, here they were again, trying to offer me more lessons. They were sounding less like patrons and more like marketers. I didn't need a complete class makeover. It was annoying only because I never took kindly to being led around by the nose. Shinzo seemed to get that. In all of this, however, I was mostly silent as I immediately tucked into the first book I grabbed. "Introduction to Devonian Calculus..." I whispered mostly to myself. The book was dense. I was a quick reader, but even I knew that I should take the time to look into everything. And, so, my time began. Day 1 of learning Sun People Math. END. Planeswalking human True Neutral | 31 | Female Kishar shinzo
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Post by Jay on Nov 7, 2017 21:01:36 GMT
" A bloodbath? Not without bubbles. " It was simple, being the lord of this universe. Far simpler than I had previously anticipated - this Plane was a massive diaspora of evil realms and dark wills, and yet my rule was secure from nearly all angles.
Still, nothing would change. Not without action. The worlds beyond this Plane were sitting far too peacefully for my liking. I knew the disconnection those in this world faced, but it never occurred to me just how disconnected they were.
Yes, it was simple. Far too simple. That meant things needed to happen. Yet, I wasn't going to betray myself; even in my nigh-infinite mind, I couldn't see the point in exerting unnecessary authority. No, this wasn't for me.
This was for them.
A simple manipulation of will was all that was needed before my voice and astral form would be projected to all who skulked the darkness.
"Demons. Fallen angels. Dark gods. Shades. Nightmares," I put on my best showman voice, still using the mortal body I had come to favor. "I needn't introduce myself. However, what does need introduction is you."
I sat back on the couch, smiling to myself. There was so much to do. For the first time in a while, I was excited to see what would happen following my next words. "You all sit here, undone by the machinations of the Worlds Above. Your rulers were weak, and only afforded themselves a fight destined for failure."
My nails looked nice, too. I checked them as I continued. "Many of you hold no sway in the Worlds. You have titles with no backing - a throne with no power," I smiled. I could tell that many were listening. "What good are Lords with no clout?"
My finger swirled in front of me, something transforming. The city churned, and the dark clouds of the sky began to swirl. "I propose this... prove to one another whom is the strongest. Which of you are the rightful Lords?" A number of them seemed confused at the prospect, so I spelled it out for them. "Drop your pretenses... fight. Fight, and defeat your opponents around you - those who would attempt to wrest control from you."
I lifted my glass of wine. "Think of it as a battle royale. No rules. Defeat as many as you think makes you worthy, then, you will find me," I closed my eyes. "You, yourselves, will know when you are ready. Only then will you be able to find me."
A number of the demonic beings within the gigantic city turned to one another. There was silence.
Then, roars erupted, and all-out fighting began.
It was simple. They would fight, and those that succeeded and proved themselves worthy of an audience would come to seek out the new ruler.
I had plans for them. But, for now, I was content to watch.
Combat was fun, after all. Pax Necropola Magog | Outside of Time | Necropolis
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Post by Jay on Nov 7, 2017 19:38:08 GMT
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Post by Jay on Nov 7, 2017 6:38:49 GMT
Kenessa A small yawn came from me as I opened my eyes. Getting things downloaded straight to the cranium - something right out of science fiction. Though, I was pretty sure that Sanctuary did stuff like that before breakfast. Lousy, brilliant, xenophobic bastards.
When I came to, I was greeted by Kishar. This time, however, I understood everything she was saying right from the go. And I responded in turn. "Good. I... good. Thanks," I was still a bit groggy. Old Realm, was it? It was hurting my head for only the briefest of moments, then it immediately faded. "I got a tongue upgrade. Never thought mine would be useful outside of somebody else's mouth."
That's right, Nessie's quipping in alien languages, boys.
Then, I realized just what the hell I'd said, and whom I was saying it to. I started to babble, in this Old Realm-speak, no less! "Good lord, I'm so sorry. I'm just wakin' up, and I'm probably drunk off my arse," the latter was probably untrue, that wine didn't really fuck with my head yet. "Thanks for, uh, the uh... the magical... language... downloader... I appreciate... fuck, I'm an awkward bitch."
I muttered that last part. Guess I was still a little flustered from the whole 'brain scanning sun people' thing. Planeswalking human True Neutral | 31 | Female Kishar shinzo
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