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Post by 0 on Mar 1, 2017 0:50:33 GMT
All at once, like the cork popping off a bottle, light shone through. Melting halfway under the walls, there was yet another disappearance; in the moment, as though something were being swallowed again by the same child, yet also...not? Transported? Devoured? Both? What was going on? The troubles seemed only to want to pile on one another.
Either way, some pieces were missing, quite a big hole having suddenly opened up, making the next steps relatively easy. Unfortunately, the child was also missing; had he left for good? I pulled myself back together, coalescing into a vaguely human shape, short and scrawny, just as the child had been.
Voices rang out from above, distant, and, tilting back my head, I could see some folks flying and battling it about in the sky. Well, that could be distracting, and I would have been ready to forget all about this, or at least take a break, and chase on after them to join in on the fun, when someone else called out.
Halfway up the rubble, turning, there stood a tall young man atop the broken walls, of the same warm skin and cotton hair as the child had been. His words confirmed any immediate suspicions that either this was the same kid, or some relative thereof. They also brought a chill to my...well, not bones.
Missing -- ate them, ceased to exist, are him...it all sounded so very awfully familiar. At the same time, the familiarity felt so distant, so far away, long ago.
It clicked in my head, and all the pieces fell into place, leaving no more room for questions. A grin was brought to my face, excitement bubbling up alongside my now-broiling oily skin. Oh, boy--oh-boy-ohboyohboyohboy-- could this really, truly be? Another...another ME? At long last! I couldn't even count on anyone's single hand the last time I met a fellow from or of black holes, because it simply had not yet been! I couldn't wai-- I had to--
NO-- no--! FOCUS.
Have to get those things back. ...But is it possible? Was there a white hole to the all-consuming singularity? If he is exactly the same...but what if he doesn't know, either?
I tried to slap the smile away, to little avail, and pointed accusingly at the man, clearing my throat in an attempt to sound...uh, cooler. Attempting a deep, powerful voice, serious, stern, stubborn --but the enthusiasm was clearly slipping through in a squeaky back-tone.
"Stick your finger down your throat!" Well, he did look human...IT COULD WORK--
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Post by Loner。 on Mar 1, 2017 2:45:50 GMT
Sem didn't understand why the other seemed excited, almost bouncing, smiling. And now he was given an order to what? He just couldn't. He started laughing. It was really hard to take the little goop-monster seriously right now, with such a silly request as well.
Sem didn't make an effort to stop laughing, but eventually, the giggles died down on their own. What a funny request. He grinned back. "Okay, I'll humor you." He agreed. Sem opened his mouth wide, and stuck his hand inside rather deeply. Though he looked a lot like a human right now, there was definitely no gag reflex. He pulled his hand back out. It was of course unscathed.
Sem leaned back a little bit. "care explaining about that request? goo dude?" Sem asked, not entirely caring about the answer he might be given. "or you could find me something more to eat. Continuing to raze this place is tempting." He complained. Of course he was still starving. when the things he ate were annihilated so quickly, there was no way he could be not hungry.
Except for thanks to a few odd rules sem was stuck following. He just had to meet the right conditions.
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Post by 0 on Mar 1, 2017 3:14:24 GMT
Seeing the action in slow motion was, admittedly, impressive -- well, at least for someone who otherwise looked so human. The way the mouth stretched so wide, and then how the young man shoved practically his entire arm down his throat, more than obliging to the request. Unfortunately, no gagging, no throwing up, nada.
The frown returned, but I perked the corners back up as his hand retreated, and he looked back my way. "Goo dude"? EY...eh, supposin' I've had worse nicknames thrown my way. At least this one actually fits in the moment.
Raze the place...UH--NO GO, COMPADRE--
Like a bouncy ball, I shrunk, then popped myself back up into the air, landing on the same wall on which he stood, only a few meters off from his position. Arms spread out for balance, the oily substance of this body's surface began to melt away, though not into the ground, but rather inwards. A snail turning itself inside-out, skin just a few shades off from the color of ash appeared in its place. I glanced at his face, trying to mimic what I could see, although I'm certain some features were off, but I didn't care to shove a quick glance back at myself.
Flatly, I told him, "I want you to remove what you've devoured." I offered him a big, mischievous grin. "If you do that, then I'll give you something--uh--" I paused for a moment, eyeing him. Eh, so what if he finds out I know what I think I know? ...Or if I end up wrong in my assumption. Who cares. "--something that has the potential to actually fill you up." Despite my smile, it was no false promise, no snake oil which I held out to him; being who I am, what I used to be -- an insatiable entity myself...perhaps still so -- I know some tricks to the trade.
A finger went to my skull, which was kept bare of hair, and scratched at it. I had to wonder; should I ask him to leave? Force him to? The static the city had been sending me during his first moments here...had it been confused? Was it still so? Considering the hole in the...hole in the roof, he still seemed able to wholly eradicate whatever he consumed -- or possibly even touched? Yet the static I'd heard before was gone now, my vision of other parts of the city remaining relatively clear-cut, which now left me a bit curious as to what might occur if he stayed for a long period of time...not that I really wanted him to. Probably just keep destroying stuff, even if I got him to stop for a little while. That'd be all fine 'n' dandy, if'n this weren't MY town! I ain't done with this place yet!
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Post by Loner。 on Mar 3, 2017 21:36:45 GMT
This guy wanted him to return the stuff? Sem looked at the goo dude in disbelief. "Dude, what's gone is gone. Once it's destroyed It can't be recovered." Sem pointed out. Maybe there were some beings out there, higher plane things, with the power to create something from nothing, and also make something into nothing, but sem didn't operate both ways like that. The most Sem could do was temporarily delay the destruction of things, but once actually gone there was nothing he could do to restore them.
"you want me to not eat this place?" Sem noted before siding off the wall, and walking through the ruins. If that was really what the number was wanting then Sem could offer something at least. He bent down, picked up another chunk of the rubble, and put it into his mouth, holding it there for a little while, to simulate the act of eating without actually destroying the piece in question yet. Of course it would end up swallowed, but it was just a small piece right? "Then how about you bring out whatever you're solution is before I get tired of holding off." He suggested, in an impatient tone. He didn't intend to wait for long. In fact he was already looking for things he eat next. "If it actually is satisfying then nothing else gets destroyed."
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Post by 0 on Mar 4, 2017 6:30:05 GMT
I cracked my knuckles. So, that's how it was going to be, was it?
I watched as he hopped off from the wall, picking up another piece of rubble, holding it in his mouth. Was this some sort o' threat or ultimatum? Or was he really so clueless? --Orisomistaken--no-never....--
I bounced off likewise, arms held behind my back, fingers locked, and began to walk in a wide arc around him, feet passing through some of the stony blocks -because I don't wanna trip-.
"Well, I'm afraid that's just not gonna cut it," I told him, stopping for a spin on the heels. A mere halt to his actions was far from good enough. Who settles for simply catching a crook, completely ignoring the cache he has hidden in his clothes? Even if it had been deconstructed...maybe I could remove and fix the things myself -- or take them (or said criminal and his container) to someone else who could. "But don't worry-- I've got WAYS."
Without further ado, I spread my arms wide and rushed the guy, hoping to wrap my tiny hands 'round his neck.
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Post by Loner。 on Mar 4, 2017 12:49:21 GMT
Sem hadn't been lying. He couldn't restore things he'd consumed and also destroyed. He'd also never tried of course. He never saw a reason to. He hadn't fully testified to the state of the consumed objects yet, but whatever. That would be null now.
The number's actions proved to be a dealbreaker. If was how it was going to be, then sem wasn't gonna come willingly. He completely destroyed the consumed objects and people for real in an instant, ensuring that there was no way he could return them, for not even on an atomic level did anything identifiable as not-sem remain inside anymore.
A dark portal appeared under sem. He fell in it, and both he and the portal vanished before the number reached him.
Another portal Appeared elsewhere on the planet, hopefully significantly far away to buy sem some time. Sem stepped out, it closed. He was in some kind of residential looking area.
Stepping forward, sem brushed his hands over the walls of several of the buildings.
Small dark specks appeared where he touched, and grew in size. First slowly, then very quickly, the nearby matter would be pulled towards those dark spots, walls of buildings, plants, people all of it, to be pulled inside Sem, causing more destruction in moments, then sem had bothered causing to the bakery alone. Each of these consuming portals had a cap on how much matter they could take in, about one building's worth. After reaching that cap, they'd close on their own.
A new portal appeared, to transport Sem, and the male would appear elsewhere to do the same thing.
To be honest, he didn't like this method. He rather just put things in his mouth, but time might be an issue here, requiring the faster, less preferred method.
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Post by 0 on Mar 4, 2017 19:13:46 GMT
Too slow! Without reprise, the stranger drops suddenly, disappearing into a pool of darkness that vanishes in equal haste. Fists fell to nothing but rubble, pounding a dent into the bricks and wood. Drat! I pounded a deeper hole in the ground, frustration welling up. So close--! And I feel as though I may have just squandered an opportunity there.... Double drat!
There was a sensation, faint though it may be, that he was still around, just having gone elsewhere in the city -- what was most disconcerting, however, was that I couldn't quite pinpoint his exact location anymore...he could be a mere few blocks away, or all the way on the other side of the cuboid planetoid. Guess I'll just have to step it up a notch--...whoa.
Subtle waves of repulsion were sent on through the city, dozens of pinpricks running up and down the streets, pier, that now froze. They were immediate and quick, each one happening right after the other; there many of them, enclosing an area, a disappearing act that was on a much larger scale than before; it was obvious what the cause was, and it now grew clear that the stranger had been holding back before. There was no longer any question about it: he had to be removed; restoring what was lost could come later, but for now...that guy had to go -- at least I now knew better the vicinity of his locale.
"No--no..STOP!" I growled loudly, stomping its surface, before teleporting myself likewise, surroundings disappearing and then reappearing in the blink of an eye. Thoughts screaming; stop listening to this hockey puck, city!
What appeared to be small black holes, but no less forceful than their astronomical counterparts, met the scene that befell my eyes, growing from nothing, enclosing, pulling, then shrinking out of existence. On the plus side, some folks, although hardly a majority, had finally begun to get the drift, transporting themselves out of there before they, too, were removed from the world.
My mind flickered over to the idea of enlisting some help-- no--no! I can still do this on my own! There wouldn't be time -- heading there and back...but that's-- okay-okay --I can handle it! ...Can't I?
This guy's energy was out of control, but not necessarily unstoppable...hopefully. But what to do? At this point, taking direct control of the city would be useless -- it would be a paper crane in the middle of a monsoon.
Eyes cast about, searching for newly formed black holes, and a figure among them, leading the way. There-- that flit of muddy skin and whitish hair, leaving gaping holes where ever he put his feet and hands! Instantly, I was off, teleporting into the space above him; my hands cupped around one another as I hovered to follow him at the same pace, an orb of blind emptiness fast growing within.
"GET OUT OF MY CITY!" Boy, did those words sound familiar. My hands punched forward, the orb disappearing and then reappearing where the stranger would be, growing exponentially in a bursting, silent explosion, and hopefully throwing the stranger back to the void from whence he came.
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Post by Loner。 on Mar 7, 2017 17:26:06 GMT
Sem's method was repetitive, appear somewhere on the planet, destroy all he could touch for a block or two, vanish, wash, rinse repeat. A handful of pockets of destruction he formed that way, leaving blocks where nothing was left standing, while just outside of the small black holes' range, a random citizen might remain completely unharmed.
Wild as it may seem, Sem was actually rather calm. Though hunger played a role in the choice to act, it was more an act of malice that he could put an end to whenever he wished. It was efficient, quick, and far less fun then the way he'd been doing things earlier.
It came as no surprise to Sem, that there would be at the very least an attempt to pursue and stop him. That explained why Sem was keeping on the move.
Of course eventually the number caught up before Sem could vanish to another location.
If anything was a surprise, it was the attack. Sem didn't have much time to ready himself or warp somewhere else when it came.
Sem found out the hard way that this attack was not the sort which he could just nullify. He failed to absorb the void energy despite the fact that in many cases he'd have no issue in rendering many kinds of attacks null.
Instead it hit, but the effects might not entirely be as intended. Due to the clash of conflicting voids, some of the void energy transformed into something more out of control, without anyone manipulating it to prevent it from violently damaging the city. Sem was pushed away from this plane, at least temporarily, leaving quiet when all finally settled down.
Sem was somewhere. he could sort of identify that he'd been warped against his will. Once he processed what had happened, he considered definitely going back, but he decided to wait for a little while rather than simply reappearing immediately.
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Post by 0 on Mar 8, 2017 17:06:39 GMT
Would have been sweet if things calmed down afterwards. Woulda been nice if SOMEthing would cooperate, just once, this time, right here. But no-o-o-oo...(man, who woulda thought, though, that THIS would happen).
Apparently, adding void to void makes more void; two black holes equals ONE BIG BLACK HOLE. Hands wiped heavily at my face, peeling the skin away, before tossing a few more black orbs at it. That only made it worse --of course.
The stranger was gone, or so I would continue to assume for the moment, and hope so that it would be for good (somehow doubting). Now I had an eveN BIGGER MESs on my hands.
The singularity grew, and I hovered away to watch as its force did so in tandem with the size. Buildings, cubes, particles, other things...all of it, pulled in from farther and farther away, the event horizon.
There was a nagging in the back of my mind; I pulled it out, and real--FUCK--.... Yeah. Yep. Yup. Knew what that was.
--noNoNO--
There wasn't going to be any stopping it. Like a big ol' reset button.
The city wouldn't listen, wouldn't even talk back -- perhaps its mind was set --I can't even see past the hole that was starting to sink slowly to the center of the planetoid cube. It was getting bigger, faster, stronger. The folks who were getting it, whether they knew what was going on, had an inkling, or just hadn't been here long enough themselves to know how things really worked --they were either running off elsewhere, or teleporting themselves away. Off planet? On planet? Who knows, 'CAUSE I CAN'T TELL A LICK OF WHERE ANYTHING IS ANYMORE.
The city...my ol' stack o' blocks...gone--gone--disappearing--nothing--oh, so soon, so long, 'twas before yer time--
I ju-- I jus-- just--...FFFFFFFFF--! "UCK!" A string of curses were released into the air, racking the city, buildings toppling. But what did it matter -- they're doomed anyways!
The worse part of the whole thing...? It's all my fault. --(And that guy's!) YEAH. THAT GUY.
FUCK HIM.
Why not--why not?! I'm thoroughly pissed. Rolling up into a ball, a shrinking point, nothing-- VANISH! KABOOM! POP!
I flip back into existence elsewhere-- to the void, nowhere, emptiness, nada! So-- where is that piece of shit...should be here somewhere.
"GET OVER HERE!" I screamed, ripping pinpricks of distant stars through the darkness, naught but an empty pocket myself in this place. Couldn't even gather myself enough together to become--to seek--to--...FFGG--! "COME ON OUT AND FIGHT ME LIKE--LIKE AN--AN ASTROPHYSICIST!"
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Post by Loner。 on Mar 11, 2017 16:09:23 GMT
If that goo dude could follow Sem here then there really was no point in running. One could get anywhere else from places like this one. A chase through the multitude of universes out there could be fun but Sem didn't feel like that.
Might as well not hide. What was the worst that could happen?
"Dude I've not even taken third grade math." Sem answered to the taunt to come out. Getting schooling and applying information from books and equations, and explaining why things worked wasn't something that interested him much. "I can't fight like something I'm not." He wasn't going to even try to fight like something which he wasn't. It wasn't worth while to play that game.
How could they even fight to begin with? Sem was stuck in a physical form, as he always was, and since he couldn't eat the number as far as he knew, he didn't see a war to fight.
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Post by 0 on Mar 18, 2017 18:01:29 GMT
There was a distant cry in the back of my mind; the city, its last cubical point blinking out into the massive hole that had formed from our collision. By that point, the stranger had up and showed his ugly mug. Was it guts? Stupidity? Knowin' something else?
So-- what now? Well, weren't that the thousand galaxy question.
I noticed; he hadn't seemed to leave that body behind, not once. Was he bound to it? Just some dumb subspecies of human? Or simply rather fond of it?
A hand folded into view, clenching and unclenching. If I deestroyed it, what then? Would, say, a singularity, smack-dab between his lungs, really be harming him? Or could it end up fueling him even more? End up screwing myself over AGAIN?
The thoughts flashed through my mind, until I realized I probably looked like a damned fool, flailing and writhing angrily in the dark.
"Sure you caaan," I said to him, tone low and slow, voice like grinding metal. "I mean...aren't you now?"
If he really was stuck in that body, then I could put him in a cage. Shove him a glass box he couldn't eat his way out of...maybe -- or take away his black hole aspects, his mouth, starve him out. And--hrm--probably couldn't do any of that on my own. Fuck. This was annoying, and in my indecision, the anger, despite having been boiling high but a few seconds ago, was actually starting to flow away. --HEY COME BACK HERE I'M NOT DONE BEING MAD--
Then it hit me: the perfect comeback. Well, maybe not perfect -- perfect would probably be fulfilling that age-old adage, "an eye for an eye", thus destroying one of his own creations in turn...which he probably didn't have -- nor did I, at present, have the patience to make sure and find out. I wanted to get back and...what?
Oh, wait, that's right --nothing-- HE DESTROYED IT ALL AND I GOTTA START OVER AN
"HERE--" I held out the hand, a shining grin floating in the void, as a steaming, piping hot piece of food popped up out of nowhere just above the palm. It was a pie, and I knew it smelled delicious, both to me and humans --what he appeared to be. The taste, though...hoo-boy! It'll stick to ya for days, Weeks, even MONTHS. "It's that meal I promised ya. Will keep ya full for a looooong while." 'Twas a big honking lie, of course. Sure, it could spare other planets the dissatisfaction of his starvation, but what the fuck for? I wasn't going to satisfy his hunger, not after what he did!
Without waiting for a response, I casually tossed the object his way, hoping he'd mindlessly snatch it up on reactionary impulse, and then swallow it whole without another thought. And then...the displeasure may begin -- I hope.
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Post by Loner。 on Mar 19, 2017 19:24:44 GMT
Sem watched the number with mild curiosity as it didn't seem to be doing anything other than writhing in the dark for a little while.
Eventually there was a slow grating response. Wasn't Sem already fighting like something he was not?
"I'm not fighting right now." Sem pointed out. He was waiting on the number mostly. For what? Well he didn't want to be chased across worlds by an angered something he couldn't simply consume and be done dealing with.
Maybe going and doing his own thing elsewhere in the universe would actually be alright soon. Sem wasn't good at judging how the other was feeling, but if the number was becoming less enraged then the only reason to stay would be if Sem could find something he could gain.
And there actually was something, pie by the look of it. Well it was the only other thing in this void-space, and it hasn't been there before, so sem was suddenly quite interested. It looked like normal food that humans would enjoy. Was it really more than it seemed? Could it really satisfy his hunger? If nothing else there was a chance it might work.
When the pie was thrown. Sem took the chance, snapping it up as eagerly as a dog after a treat.
Sem paused. Something had been odd with the pie, odder than many things Sem had consumed in his existence. For one it hadn't tasted right, but sem had consumed some rather gross (by human standards) things so flavor wasn't really the problem. It wasn't exactly filling either. "Dude it didn't work." Sem complained not knowing yet that the number's plan was something different all along.
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Post by 0 on Mar 21, 2017 0:41:47 GMT
I started jiggling excitedly as I waited, focused wholly on the stranger the instant he'd swallowed the confectionary thing. Annyyy moment now...he'd soon think he was dying. Yep. Anytime.
Just...when-- My wiggling had stopped, but I still leaned forward interestedly, electing for the passage of a few more moments even after the stranger himself had stated it wasn't working.
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What the fuck. I sat down and started floating backwards, head popping off to hold it in my hands. Had I made it wrong?
"Uh...I don't know what to tell you," I grumbled. Do I dare make another go of it? N...ah...whatever-- My voice went on in a thoughtful mumble, "Perhaps I made a mistake -- try some other time?"
I was starting to get bored now. Time to find something else to do.
Build a new city? ...Ehhh not now.... Gather the old inhabitants (assuming any had survived)? Yeah, right.
Guess I'll just float off to the next universe, then.
"Well," I said, folding myself away into nothingness, "kill ya later, guy." How anticlimactic.
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Post by Loner。 on Mar 22, 2017 1:08:57 GMT
In all My existence I had never experienced any sort of 'stomach problems'. The reason was simply my nature. It didn't matter if I consumed substances toxic to humans. It didn't matter if I consumed consumed a deadly plant or creature or some artificial thing that could kill multitudes. I always came out alright.
I was something 'other', so most things that would harm mortal beings if consumed couldn't bother me at all.
Yet the pie wasn't made for mortals, it had been made for me.
In the hope that it might be filling I had delayed terminating the pie by my usual process. Since it had failed, there was no reason for me to continue delaying.
Even though I could observe my own core and anything inside, I couldn't properly understand the sudden wave of ill feeling that came over me. I felt a need to purge the remains of the pie from me. Even my physical body convulsed painfully in reaction, but there was already nothing left that I could be rid of.
I was under some sort of internal attack. The convulsions continued in irregular waves which I could not fully contain to a space where my physical form wouldn't react. This feeling was new to me, nauseating and painful, and since the only source I knew of was gone, I could do nothing to stop it but try and brace myself, or somehow create a countering measure. I was having trouble figuring that out.
I'd be sweating if I had pores. If I'd needed to breathe, I'd be out of breath. It was hard to think complete thoughts when a new spasm hit me more or less every few seconds.
All this was worsened by how new this torture was to me, But I managed to piece something together worth saying, before the weird goo like person was gone.
"If this is your idea of a fix, I prefer how things were." I stated. It actually was a fix in a way. How could I eat anything when I felt like this?
Damn it, there better be a cure.
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