Administrator
|
Loner, Kazetatsu, Kaze
PLAYER NAME
|
|
Post by Loner。 on Feb 13, 2017 1:26:23 GMT
Sometimes you decide to go somewhere, and rather than decide "l will go here or I will go there," you might just step out the door, follow a whim, and find yourself somewhere completely new.
That's what it was like for Sem today. Bored of where he was in the between space, (and a bit hungry too) Sem had essentially thrown a dart at a spinning board while blindfolded to Select a realm to appear in. He left it all to chance, and ended up here, wherever here was.
Sem had seen nothing like it before except in the memory of some kid he'd once consumed. Mindcraft... Maybe. Some sort of Block world like that where everything was made out of cubes? Of course Sem only knew of such a thing as a passing idea so far. The near forgotten memory of a game played by a child who had been eaten by Sem didn't compare to what he saw now. It was a place which had been outside of his sphere of knowledge until he'd just recently arrived, and began to look around.
In theory, there were few places which Sem could not reach with his usual method of travel between places, heavens, hells, planets galaxies away from one another, impossible realities. Even if it didn't have a name Sem could get there with the exception of places made to deny entry of a being such as himself. In reality Sem tended to limit his travels to the physical realms most like those he'd first known from his current phase of existence. These spaces tended to resemble the earth in the kind of life they supported and the civilizations that gathered there. His memory of spaces he might have known of existing before being bound to a body was rather blurred, while the beings he'd consumed since then also tended to lack multiversal knowledge which might have allowed him to put this cube like location into perspective. The bits and pieces which Sem could recall were not enough for the task.
Sem was curious, for like his own existence this place followed rules unlike the earth's universe. He could sense it. For one when he looked around things seemed made of parts which could possibly be interchanged. The order of it all was very precise looking.
Instantly, Sem wanted to see if it could be knocked out of shape. With no control over the matter, Sem's appearance switched to his child like form, since his rules required that he only looked older when he was thinking consistently in a more mature manner. He didn't notice the switch. His current ideas were more like a child at destructive play, with his inclination being to act first and ask questions later if there was anyone left around to ask.
There was much to play with here, so Sem quickly tried to knock over a bench he found. He didn't think about why a bench might be there, and if it didn't break he figured he'd at least swallow it instead. After that, well there were a lot of big things he thought might be fun to take a bite of. Of course if he ran into something living, he'd favor chasing those around as eating cities wasn't nearly as fun as eating the persons therein. Of course he had not seen anybody yet.
|
|
|
Post by 0 on Feb 13, 2017 2:31:38 GMT
Black holes were curious things. They could be seen only through the effects they had on the world around them. No one truly knew what lay within them. Once something passed that event horizon, there was nowhere else to go but in, and there would be no way out.
0 was very much the same way. Once its sights were set, there was almost nothing that could be done to stop it. True, it had grown somewhat through the ages, even tried to deny its inherent nature, but not even the number could run away from itself, not forever.
Nonexistence incarnate: an unstoppable force, an immovable object; despite the futility of it all, the number had been fighting against it. It saw what other numbers had done, and sought to do the same. Moving beyond the total destruction that gathered around it, the utter loss of existence that trailed in its wake, the number began to build.
As a toddler might have, it began with stacking blocks upon blocks, a keen eye always cast over the landscape, examining the burgeoning, empty city, looking for imperfections. Of course, they were always there; there was always something that could be improved, that needed alteration...in some cases, a complete restart was in order. As was bound to happen, however, intent focus began to wane, turning into inattentive drift, eyes and thoughts alike wandering.
Out of nowhere, life eventually sprang up, and soon after travelers would be tumbling in. Though at first there would be a brief moment of refocusing its mind in order to boot out these trespassers, it wasn't long before the imperfections and interlopers alike grew on it. As its interest continued to falter, the number would take breaks from the work, these breaks turning to vacations, the trips away ever-lengthening until, sometime later, the cuboid civilization was nothing more than yet another mark on the map of an infinite universe.
Only the smallest of laws were kept in place, which was to prevent the city from suffering utter annihilation, and to allow the residents to do as they will, in the same manner as a lucid dreamer. The city could be altered and the people could be harmed, but only if both allowed it, or otherwise held no way to counteract the intended effects.
Many things happened in the city through the passage of time, the number quickly learning to tune the radio away from its respective channel, or else it would be bombarded with far too much information all at once. Therefore, as it stood, there was little that could make the number feel as though it should check in on the city, make sure things were all right, and, in any case, the city itself rarely contacted the number on its own, much less for something so minor as yet another drifter's arrival.
However, something clicked all the same. While out exploring some other universe, static suddenly slipped into hearing. Scattered snippets of sensory input began to seep through, and for a few moments the number remained confused. Not particularly interested in anything else at that time, it followed the static to its source, and found itself hovering some distance away from the enormous cube-of-cubes that was the city it had built.
A tone rung through as it managed to catch a glimpse of a bench being flipped over, the neatest of cracks splitting it into two perfect halves as it toppled. This was hardly an oddity. So an angry object or a destructive force might have blundered into the city -- so what? There wasn't much something like that could actually do, beyond fooling itself, through the miracle of dreamlike hallucinations, into thinking it had killed everything living, or what-have-you.
Though a bit miffed at the city for bothering it with such a thing, curiosity got the better of the number, and it drifted closer to the point where the sensory input was being sent out from. Hopefully remaining invisible to the stranger so as to maintain proper, unhindered watching view, the number slipped in from behind, deciding to observe whatever happenings might occur. The static in its head grew very loud the closer it got, yet the information pushing through was evermore distorted, drowned out by the noise. It was rather distracting and irritating, and the number wasn't sure how long it could take it, much less why it was even happening in the first place; it even half-expected the stranger to turn right around and give it a knowing look, but perhaps that was just paranoia tugging on it.
The apparently vacant park that the stranger had popped in was a small but pleasant-looking one, with bulbous, plastic-looking trees and; assuming the city or someone else hadn't changed its layout, the number knew right where everything should be. There should be a seaport over that-a-way that occasionally caught stray itinerants, some restaurants past those trees and up a hill...maybe it would stick around a little more and find something to do -- after this mystery was solved, of course.
Voices listed in through the air, the number glancing over to see a duo making their way through one of the winding, worn brick paths. There was a small, somewhat muscular human child (or, at least, about as muscular as a kid that age can actually get), and a very tall bipedal cat, the former chatting happily while blue icing dripped down from the frosted sphere in a paper cone that it was holding, while the latter was sucking on a popsicle with a bored, confused look on its face.
|
|
Administrator
|
Loner, Kazetatsu, Kaze
PLAYER NAME
|
|
Post by Loner。 on Feb 18, 2017 4:30:28 GMT
The bench broke, but it was a boring break. Sem was disappointed for it would be easy to put two equal halves back together again. He paused for a moment, frowning. Back where there were laws Sem was used to, the break wouldn't have looked so equal and easy to fix. Sem picked up a piece, stuffing it into his mouth. He might as well since it had not actually broken well enough for his liking.
Something clicked, something strange, like a sense that he was supposed to see or hear something which wasn't there. Sem listened but he could not pin down what was to bother him other than the odd physics in this place. If he couldn't pin it down, it must not be that important. Besides, Sem could hear real voices, indicating intelligent language. It made more sense than some kind of forgotten space speech (like the static) which he couldn't even really hear since he'd been separated from any sort of true cosmic perspective for a while.
Sem honed in on those real voices, excited by the idea of having flesh and blood prey, which would hopefully not just turn into blocks. Not in the mood to tease and prod, as Sem sometimes did to toy with his prey, he'd pounce without warning, planning on swallowing the pair up before they had much chance to figure out his objective.
and then? well there had to be more people where they'd come from.
|
|
|
Post by 0 on Feb 18, 2017 8:27:27 GMT
The number watched as the stranger picked up one half of the broken bench, swallowing it whole. A few pops went off in the number's brain, the static rising louder for a moment, before fading into a hushed whisper, and it got the strangest sensation that that half was gone. Well-- of course it was gone...it had just been stuffed down into someone's stomach, hadn't it? But this was different, and the number racked its brain and senses in an attempt to pin down the location of that half, not paying attention to what the stranger did next as it did so.
The two new arrivals -- well, perhaps not as new as the initial stranger here -- were suddenly being set upon by the visitor. While the tall cat, having been not at all wholly distracted by the child, its eyes meandering about the area, managed to notice the encroaching stranger and jump out of the way just in time, the human instead was instantly devoured, smile unfading and unworried even as the icy cone went flying from its hands, a bit of straw falling from the seams of its legs, scattering at the feet of the stranger.
At the same moment, something clicked in the number's mind -- that half of the bench was simply...gone. Really, truly gone. As though the city had simply deleted it from existence, or shot it out into the farthest reaches beyond nowhere space. Neither of which seemed to make any sense to the number. Its gaze passed back over onto the stranger, noting its new position, and that the recent pair of arrivals was now one person less.
The cat took a few more steps back while it blinked bewilderment at the situation it had only now been thrust into; within seconds, however, its fur turned to smooth, almost velveteen rubber, and its body reorganized the structure of its build, forcing it to fall down upon all four of its paws, ears pinned back and tail lashing behind it, a red line like that of a laser pen being traced in the air around it, paws stepping into the leaking fluids of what had been the human's snow cone.
A teensy bit curious--or was it worried?--now, the number hastily scanned the nearby area for where the child was -- nada. Did the human leave the city? The number hovered in the space above and between the feline and the stranger, watching both in increasing interest.
"Salut?" the feline hissed, popsicle dropping from its mouth, as a cautious, suspicious eye was offered to the stranger. "Paraître?"
|
|
Administrator
|
Loner, Kazetatsu, Kaze
PLAYER NAME
|
|
Post by Loner。 on Feb 20, 2017 16:41:11 GMT
Indeed the half of the bench was gone. It might as well have never been. Likewise the human child was now nothing but a memory.
Sem was focused on the cat for a moment now. He'd not planned at all for the feline to evade, but that made it all a little more potentially fun. Sem's expression fell into an open mouthed smile as he crouched near the feline. He was willing to pause only briefly enough to make eye contact. Heeding not any warning gestures the cat might have performed, and having no idea nor care that others might be watching, sem ran at the feline once more, attempting to grab it with his hands this time, roughly by the scruff of the neck, and hoist the feline into his mouth. If the cat actually avoided that, Sem would give chase, for he sometimes enjoyed that kind of hunt. If Sem succeeded in consuming the cat, Sem would most likely pick out anything else in sight, like the trees, other benches, large objects, decor, anything large enough to catch his interest, and start eating those as well.
|
|
|
Post by 0 on Feb 20, 2017 23:36:59 GMT
The cat kept an eye on the child, quickly falling back after he had crouched and rushed forward. The tail lashed out as the feline again leapt out of the way, the red lines that had been traced in the air around it suddenly straightening, splitting, and then shooting out like arrows aimed at the aggressor. If they hit, and assuming the child was actually human, the lines could cause a pain-splitting sensation, somewhere between being burned and shot...of course, that was if the feline's attack wasn't ignored in its entirety, which is almost what seemed to happen here.
Whether they were dodged or the counterattack simply didn't work -- in fact, some arrows seeming to pass right through the other's body (but was it only a trick of the light?) -- the child had skidded into a turn and started off after the cat again, who, in turn, wheeled about and fled the other way.
The invisible number watched as they dashed off through the park, wondering if perhaps it had been getting worked up for nothing, if it was putting too much thought into this. With that in mind, it dropped to the ground, light stopping flat across its body as it turned to a solid black form, thin legs stretching beneath a pointed head, a short, tapering tail whipping out behind a long body. Tall ears perked to the static first roaring loud, then slowly fading away, the newly formed shadowy canine went loping off after the pair.
The cat, with the child close on his heels, and, unknowingly, a dog some lengths behind them, broke through a bundle of bushes, paws hitting concrete as it dashed across a street and over to the sidewalk on the other side. Using a trash bin just outside a bakery pumping fumes of fresh bread and warming yeast, the cat jumped onto a cobblestone wall and began to run along the top of it, risking a backwards glance to see if the child was still pursuing it.
|
|
Administrator
|
Loner, Kazetatsu, Kaze
PLAYER NAME
|
|
Post by Loner。 on Feb 22, 2017 14:39:36 GMT
Sem didn't do anything to evade. He hadn't even recognized the light as a potential attack. That his body, despite appearances, wasn't flesh and blood definitely changed how an attack designed to effect a human might work. It definitely didn't look like sem even felt a slight tickle from the attack.
Sem chased the cat intently, until he reached the Bakery where he found sufficient distraction. He ate the trashcan before charging inside. He wasn't interested in the bread much, but he did know that there were likely people inside, people who would be more trapped by the inside of the building and so much easier to catch. The baker and any customers would most likely end up consumed, for sem would go for them first as soon as he saw them. Sem also grabbed a counter and ate that, and many other smaller things within his reach, just because he could. At least this way the cat could go free for now.
|
|
|
Post by 0 on Feb 22, 2017 22:51:15 GMT
The number crashed into the wall of a bakery, its body splattering all over the place, before pulling itself back together with some squishy sounds. The dog looked about, noting that the cat, although no longer in sight, could faintly be felt running along a distant wall, before jumping down and heading elsewhere. Jaws parted in a white-lined smiling pant, it stepped over to the bakery and stuck its head through the door.
Erm...--its face fell back to formless shadows--that wasn't good. The canine flinched as a series of pops went off in its head, the static flowing one last time before stopping altogether, and it watched as person after person, thing after thing was gulped down by the strange child.
The dog rose quickly to the hunched stance of a common werewolf, dashing over as the entirety of the bakery's insides fell away to senseless nothing, when it could no longer tell where those folks and their things had gone.
"HEY!" it barked, trying to get the child's attention. The bakery was mostly empty now, shelves of baked goods consumed, including the shelves themselves, the front counter gone, all the customers and staff having disappeared -- well, save for one baker that was walking nonchalantly out of the baking room, glancing their way with disinterest, before noticing that everyone was pretty much gone.
The baker blinked, threw off his apron, and tossed the dish of doughnuts he was carrying to the floor. "Everyone's always breaking without me...," he grumbled with a roll of the eyes, making his way over to the front door.
|
|
Administrator
|
Loner, Kazetatsu, Kaze
PLAYER NAME
|
|
Post by Loner。 on Feb 25, 2017 18:08:33 GMT
Sem was interested in the last baker first. It was amusing how easily he assumed everyone was on break. Did he even see the absent shelves or the glass on the floor?
Sem moved to grab the baker, and drag him in with the rest of the now absent things which had been consumed before finally turning towards the number. Sem smiled. Was this another thing he could eat? Maybe it would be better than the people and things he'd consumed so far.
Sem quickly walked over in order to try to do to the number the same thing he'd done to the other things in this space.
But one couldn't really destroy something that was already nothing right?
|
|
|
Post by 0 on Feb 25, 2017 20:45:24 GMT
The number was too late, it would appear, to save the baker, who was quickly downed with that same bored, hurt look on his face, clearly unperturbed by the situation. Shadows prickled across the black werewolf's shoulders, growing evermore disconcerted by the lack of being able to perceive where the things being consumed were going.
Standing its ground, small, red eyes glaring down at the encroaching child, the canine bunched up its hands into fists, allowing itself to be devoured...or not? The wolf blinked, looking down to see that the child had simply phased through it. Well-- that wasn't exactly what it had been planning. It was kinda hoping it'd get eaten so that it could solve this mystery, once and for all! See where everyone was going, but no--
With haste, the number recovered, and forced itself into an oily, sticky explosion, all parts of its body spraying throughout the bakery in a thick, shimmering shadowy goop, hoping to entrap the child, to knock him down, or hold his feet to the floor by its pieces.
|
|
Administrator
|
Loner, Kazetatsu, Kaze
PLAYER NAME
|
|
Post by Loner。 on Feb 27, 2017 0:37:52 GMT
Sem couldn't grasp it, whatever the shadow was. It hadn't even moved or dodged or done anything special which might explain the phenomenon. Well there always had been a few things out there which sem had found difficult to consume in the past. This could be one of those.
Taken off guard, sem didn't have much chance to react when the number exploded into literal goop. For a moment, sem just stared at the stuff. Then he licked some which had gotten on his arm. It was super sticky, really like some sort of tar. It was definitely not very edible, sticking even to sem's mouth. He managed to pull his arm away. A different method would be needed.
He tried walking, finding that the goop was very hard to avoid. It stuck to his feet, making it increasingly hard for him to raise them from the floor. Well this was unpleasant.
|
|
|
Post by 0 on Feb 27, 2017 11:28:22 GMT
By an' bye-bye --free at last! Or-- opposite, I suppose?
Everywhere had I splattered, though slowly now begin to pull myself together, like running water, dripping from ceiling and slopping off walls. The child with off-white had thusly been caught, feet snagged in my oily entrails, and I fully intended to ask away.
Briefly I was put to pause, the lick of a tongue on tar, the strange sensation not entirely unpleasant, but all the same -- that stray piece, stuck to the roof of another's mouth...eugh, I hastily hopped it out of there. Sunlight glinted off me oily parts as an arm was pulled out, covered in the stuff, and again I moved to try and keep the stranger still. While most was brought to surround his vicinity, a haul of myself slid from above the door and windows, growing and leaking to cover any visible routes of escape.
"All right-y, BUDDY," I gurgled through the muck, lifting up a bubbling, formless head to point at him in the manner of an accusatory finger. "Why don't-cha tell me what yer doin', eh?"
|
|
Administrator
|
Loner, Kazetatsu, Kaze
PLAYER NAME
|
|
Post by Loner。 on Feb 27, 2017 14:32:11 GMT
How strange how the blackish goop moved by itself. It was clearly trying to make sure sem could not escape by covering the windows and doors. In his current state, he was having a little trouble with getting away since the goop slowed him, blocked the way and proved difficult to eat. He wasn't yet worried. He could escape from this easily if he could take on a different form. These didn't always come just because he wanted it however, and none of the conditions for returning to his older looking or beast shapes had been met. Guess he was stuck as he was for a little while.
That was less of a problem than the goop's attempts to hold him still. He was not used to being so confined, especially by something he couldn't just eat away. "Hey weird stuff, lem'me go!" Sem barked, using one hand to try and scrape the goo off himself. It wasn't entirely working. "I'm seriously starving here." The drive to eat was strong. Thats really all he was trying to do here, even if it was proving kind of futile with the speed with which everything he'd consumed so far was destroyed. He hadn't even gotten to eat that much yet. What a wrong picture this was.
|
|
|
Post by 0 on Feb 27, 2017 18:10:16 GMT
The head bubbled, grimaced, and splattered, replacing what was already being scraped off of the other's body by his hands. I pulled myself even closer in, drawing away from the remaining walls, growing thicker and stickier, not willing to let the stranger go, not when he had yet to answer my question!
Starving, he says? Well, s'pose that IS what he had been doing -- eatin' everything in sight...like a madman, in fact.
"But why are they missing?" I pressed on, in partial spoken thought, pulling another body from the slop over the doorway, crawling towards him on long arms that held the oily structure high. It didn't make sense, not from what I knew of this city; if it was simple consumption, the things that were devoured shouldn't just be disappearing from the city -- if they wanted to, they wouldn't have been eaten at all, or reappeared elsewhere, or pushed on an illusion...pretty much anything but teleport away, and certainly not the same exact results over and over, by vastly different folks, items, and structures! "How are you--" a crash interrupted my next question; all at once, the ceiling came raining down.
Shadows fell on top of me as rubble came to flatten that oily body to the floor, and I could feel the pieces of me sliding from their grasp on the child's skin, only a few stray bits managing to keep ahold for the moment. Frantically, I wriggled about to try and maintain a hold on his ankles and feet, slipping though it may be. Stone covered my senses as I began to translate partial liquid-solids back to ghostly gaseous state, reaching back out to the city to determine where the child was, what had just happened.
|
|
Administrator
|
Loner, Kazetatsu, Kaze
PLAYER NAME
|
|
Post by Loner。 on Feb 28, 2017 21:02:35 GMT
Everything came down quickly and suddenly. There wasn't much time for Sem to react. Essentially he didn't. It all fell on his head.
In the number's actions before the collapse, Sem had been able to access a key. He wasn't gonna deal with this situation by acting on mere impulse, not if he had to combat this black goop being in some way. The child ruse was up for the moment.
Sem's presence seemed to pop out of existence for a moment while the space above them fell, gone to some un-space, not part of the world. Some of the ceiling ended up consumed with this. When the dust cleared there was a significant gap in the ruins, nearly circular, and several feet in diameter. Of course the missing parts had actually gone to Sem, rather than some weird location. Of course the absence the number felt from the consumed bits was odd enough already.
Sem didn't flee of course. His absence was only for a moment, as this place still caught his interest for the time being. An older looking Sem Appeared perched on the edge of one of the broken walls of the bakery. Of course it was obviously the same person; same off white long hair, olive skin, nearly naked, and the rest. He just looked more like a teen or young adult, and was a little more likely to pause before consuming stuff just because it was in sight.
"you want to know why things are missing?" Sem spoke, watching around for the black shadow creature. "Because I ate them, so they ceased to exist." he was quiet for a moment. "Or they are me." He thought to suggest. Anything consumed lost its identity after all.
|
|