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Post by Lady Kara on Dec 22, 2009 2:27:57 GMT -5
OOC: Awesome, just awesome. I'm so glad to get things moving along again.
BIC: Both Serpentei and Kara were delighted after witnessing Thyra's feat, and Serpentei nearly stepped on poor Embrosia's tail out of his excitement. Partly rising up from her seat, supporting herself with her hands flat on the table before her, Kara enthusiasticly commented to the psychic adept.
"Miss Thyra, I think that's a wonderful idea! I'm sure it would be sufficient enough, provided that our trip is fairly speedy - which I'm hoping it will be, since we've wasted too much time already sitting here talking."
*quickly turns to face Hig and address him*
"So then, I suggest you make preparations at once for us to leave. If there's anything at all that needs to be done to aid in the process, let me know and I'll do what I can. We need to act fast and get to Chikarakuni, specifically to the village known as Morikabe."
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Elsewhere in the universe, in a realm unknown to the six brave souls currently planning to rescue one's lost child, there is an unpleasant sight to be seen. Writhing and cursing in dew-riddled grass and mud, there lay a young man with sky blue hair...which was quite long and tangled, being that he apparently did not take care of it that well. He'd been harshly smacked around several times by an older man arrayed in the same garb as the strangers who'd abducted Ayane, and had just recently been forced onto the ground by a painful punch in the stomach. The young man's assailant then angrily scolded him further than he'd been doing before, picking him up by the hair while speaking to him.
"I can't believe you were such a fool to listen to the advice of that cursed blade, who was as clever-tongued when he was an ordinary man and certainly not wise. But to go against our master's commands and go off alone in the Light World with... with that damn Shinzohkatta as a guide... I never expected such reckless behaviour from you of all people, Jiyuu. Not sure whether to say I'm disappointed as much as I am disgusted by this. Promise me that you won't do that EVER again, got it? We can't just waltz through the mirror-gates on a whim like that, you know. Wastes too much Ki, which is better spent being utilized for master's plans. Not to mention how much weaker it makes you - I mean, look at how easily I managed to kick your sorry ass. You're almost as pathetic as a human. *sigh* Anyways, I suppose I've given you enough punishment. Go clean yourself up and rest a while. But remember to show up on time for the evening task-assignings, or so help me, there will be much pain in your future."
Jiyuu (spitting mud out of his mouth) = "Understood, Suigin-sensei."
And with that, the still-vexed Suigin took off, leaving the wet and bruised Jiyuu all alone to wallow in the misery of having been such a disobediant little moron...
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jan 3, 2010 14:31:33 GMT -5
OOC: Mr. Hatu, I do believe this is up to you. Not that you aren' incredibly busy, but it would be nice to give people not involved in the big event (Ishka) something to do while they wait for it to resolve. And also, check PMs. I've got a question or two.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Jan 3, 2010 16:12:40 GMT -5
Rhometer gasped in delight when the huge bubble appeared. "I LOVE BULBLES," he said, leaving no doubt in the minds of the others that his words were in all caps. He leapt off the chair and sprang forward, his ragged rubber soles flapping against his heels, and stood awed before the glistening bubble. With one hand obscured behind a ridiculously overlong sleeve, he tipped his hat back. For a moment, his left pupil seemed to focus only on the bubble, instead of spiralling in and out from a central point to his widest ring of vision.
Then he poked it. The bubble, I mean. The light on the surface rippled slightly, but the barrier didn't give way at all. He banged on it with his fist a few times. The bubble didn't pop.
"There's only been one time in my entire life that something has been able to shatter this barrier, and that was a death-curse from a high ranking demon..."
By the time Thyra finished saying this, Rhometer had tried to puncture the bubble with a nail, a pencil, a screwdriver, an arrowhead, a hypodermic needle, a power drill, an epee, a sea urchin, a jackhammer, a katana bearing the name of a Shinto deity, and a spring-loaded boxing glove. All of these objects now lay scattered on the floor around him as he looked down to Higgledy Piggledy, distraught. In another moment, Thyra collapsed the bubble anyway, and Rhometer started smiling again. It appeared to Hig as though he believed he was the victor.
In response to Kara's words, Hig nodded faintly. "Let me clean these up for you," he said. With a sweep of his dark arm, the items on the floor all boxed themselves and piled up in a corner, with the sea urchin in a fishbowl on top. Elsewhere in the world, Hig removed samples of the various items to return their count to normal. Thus, a fencing match was suddenly won by forfeit, work had to be temporarily halted on preparing a new sewage line, and an accusation of theft would eventually transform a convention for spring-loaded boxing glove enthusiasts into a grisly bloodbath.
Hig did hate to just undo Rho's actions. That was far too easy a way of restoring order to the world.
OOC: I can never remember whether it's "Higgledy Piggledy" or "Higgledy-Piggledy". I could go back and check, but I think I prefer the inconsistency.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jan 31, 2010 1:16:43 GMT -5
OOC: Yeah, I hate to say it Photu, but I believe that you're in line to give us a psychedelic portal.
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Post by Beelzebibble on May 12, 2010 23:17:11 GMT -5
"Now then," said Higgledy Piggledy.
"Yeah," said Rhometer. "Both."
He'd already upturned and was rummaging through the pile of boxes Hig had just organized. Hig set the fishbowl right-side up again, this time on a nice patch of floor out of everyone's way, placed the sea urchin back inside, transferred the spilled water from the floor to the fishbowl, and then asked, "Is there any purpose to this exercise or are you simply choosing an exceptionally uncreative way to offset the order which I just instilled."
"I'm gonna this the most amazingest way!" the apparent boy announced. "You even know."
"You skipped a couple of words," Hig pointed out, but he did not oppose Rhometer as the latter took the pencil and the katana bearing the name of the Shinto deity back out of the pile of boxes. "Sorry!" Rhometer shouted in the general direction of the couple who owned the house.
That was before, or perhaps during or after, it wasn't entirely clear, he stabbed the katana straight down into the carpet.
"You're going somewhere with this," Hig hazarded.
"I'm gong to what's-its-place with this. Place. Place what you guys been saying about. Just look!"
Rho cocked his hat back again with another oversized sleeve. The left pupil was back to spiralling in and out. Actually the right pupil was starting to have a go as well. He stood in front of the katana and held the pencil aloft, the coat sleeve draping down by his shoulder and revealing most of his pale, thin arm. He grinned.
Then he slammed the pencil straight down through the katana onto the point where it was stabbed through the carpet.
Or actually I guess he would have if the katana had kept occupying space in its previously established way but it didn't, really. In fact by the time the pencil hit the carpet, the katana had already disappeared, except not exactly. And also the pencil wasn't precisely a pencil any more. All right, this is getting confusing and maybe the best thing would be to skip right to the next paragraph.
Rho pulled the ex-pencil out of the carpet and held it up. Now, instead of culminating in a graphite point, the pencil was instead tipped with the edge of an absurdly sharp blade. Also, where the pencil had previously been engraved with "No. 2" it now bore the name of a Shinto deity.
"I'm'na draw us all the way to placeland," Rhometer said.
He knelt down on the floor, oversized trenchcoat forming a puddle of fabric around him, and touched the katana pencil's tip to the floor. Then he brought the katana pencil up in a jerky, zigzagging motion. Where it moved through air, it left a glowing white line which trembled and quivered in some places and pulsated wildly in others. Rhometer brought the katana pencil up, around, and back down to the ground, forming a shaky, angular, but complete glowing white arch.
It was also only about two feet tall.
"I'd suggest making one that's slightly bigger to accommodate our tall acquaintances." "You think? Could hallways just shrinky-dink 'em down 'til they--" "No Rhometer please bear with me this time."
Rhometer let out a long, drawn-out sigh, twirled the katana pencil around in his fingers with a dexterous motion and a surprising minimum of personal injury, and started erasing. The glowing white line faded away unceremoniously where his eraser met it. Then he stood up and started a new arch. His forearm elongated elastically to bring the top of the arch almost all the way to the ceiling, during which motion he fixed Higgledy Piggledy with an exaggeratedly obsequious smile. Hig could have sworn his companion was actually showing signs of passive-aggressive behavior. This was somewhat unprecedented.
The glowing white arch was completed: scratchy, jagged, asymmetrical, and shuddering vibrantly. Rhometer stepped back from his artistic accomplishment and pocketed the katana pencil. His obsequious smile shifted, with one deft adjustment of an eyebrow, into a wickedly mischievous grin directed toward the couple who owned the house. His reddish-blonde hair was twisting around itself.
"Try it!" he said. "Try it. Try it."
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Post by Tout-Perd on May 13, 2010 0:14:07 GMT -5
"Thanks, Rhometer. That was really nice of you," Thyra bent her knees, and pushed her sunglasses away from her eyes. She smiled faintly, and tousled the 'child''s hair. Or at least attempted to tousle it. It was quite hard to make him any more dissheveled, really. With a curt nod, she stood up and then turned away from him. "Alright, everybody, stand close. My forcefield moves relative to myself, so it's best to match the rate at which I move. If you don't, the inside of the forcefield will smack into you, and that's not very fun," Her feet shifted slightly, so that they were exactly side-by-side. She glanced over to the others, jerking her head to indicate they should step near. After the group had assembled in a loose formation around her, Thyra lifted her arms from her sides. She inhaled deeply, and the white tint began growing around her arms again. After a momentary hesitation, it unfurled around the rest of the members of the group, enveloping them. The air inside the bubble was dead and still, a few degrees cooler than it was in the room proper. "And now, we go." The group moved in a rough lock-step, approaching the luminous gateway. "We jump at three... One, two, THREE!" Thyra kicked off the floor, and lunged into the doorway to the unknown. For just a moment, everything was dark, and then light resumed again. The group found themselves peering through a pale film at a world that couldn't be, a world that shouldn't be. Gigantic pillars of perfectly reflective chrome stretched into infinity, starting from thin air down below. Spiderwebs of stars danced and shifted to the left of the group, shrinking and growing without any rhythm or explanation. Thyra simply brought her hands inwards, one brushing her face to replace her sunglasses. She tried her best not to betray a sense of wonder, though she found herself with her mouth hanging open as an immense ribbon of blackened mirrors wounds its way past the group, moving like an amoeba seen under a microscope. "I'm guessing, and somewhat hoping, that we're just stuck inbetween the dimensions right now, and this isn't our destination." A fluttering mothlike creature alit on the top of the bubble, and then split in half. The two new butterflies flitted away in seperate directions, breaking again before they were out of sight. A small cloud roiled in above the group, and the underside of the barrier was dampened as rain was pulled up to the looming vapors. A gigantic skeletal hand drifted past, seemingly made of crystal or ice. Its seven fingers danced, moving as if blindly grasping for something. Thyra leaned slightly, and the bubble circumvented the potential threat before they could come into contact with it. The barrier's master focused her gaze towards the distance. There were dozens of small spheres, or mayhaps circles of light to be seen before them. They were not as intense as the stars, but it seemed they bore shifting, changing designs. Though her eyes were not sharp enough to discern any details through her sunglasses and the haze of the shield, she was guessing each was a view into some other world. She coaxed the group closer, drawing nearer to the circles. Upon closer inspection, each was easily the size of a garage door, maybe larger, and seemed to be mostly in shades of blue and white. "I think... one of these is the doorway we're looking for. But I have no idea which one that would be." OOC: Sorry about the autos, everybody, but I figured it was better to get this thing actually on the road than it was to wait for everybody to step into my bubble. This isn't "Shrinking Feeling", after all.
Feel free to throw in whatever batshit insane hallucinations you want in here. It's vaguely hinted to be the same mirrorscape as what Mandelbrot uses, albeit a different area predominantly dealing in bodies of water, but pretty much anything can fit in here.
Also, thanks to Photu for giving me permission to post here even though I promised him my next post would be in Ishka8. I'll see what I can do to put that up tomorrow night.
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Post by Lady Kara on Jun 17, 2010 20:52:41 GMT -5
This was certainly not like the last time she'd ever traveled to Emerra, and Kara was finding the bizarre fluxing environment around them to be quite entertaining and awesome. Then she got pulled back into reality when she heard what Thyra said about figuring out which of the 'portals' was the one they needed to go through. Both her and Serpentei looked very closely at all of them, hoping to maybe catch even just a tiny glimpse of something familiar to them. And then Serpentei saw it... much to his annoyance, the unpleasantly familiar sight of a Lyrian's tent with weird mystic symbols adorning it. That'd definitely suck for everyone indeed, to meet with a Lyrian as soon as they entered. The jerk might think they were sneaking up on him or something lame like that and attack. Then, to Serpentei's relief, the image suddenly changed to being the picturesque view of one of Chikarakuni's forest roads.
Serpentei: "Found it - that one straight off to the right, where it looks like an ancient road amid old evergreen trees and plum trees. Maybe if we hurry it will send us to where the view is currently showing. That'd be perfect, because it looks very much like one of the roads in Chikarakuni that lead to Morikabe village."
Kara: "You heard the man, Thyra. Let's get this orb moving!!!"
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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 27, 2012 18:59:43 GMT -5
“Got it...” Thyra fanned her fingers out and then angled her wrists slightly. The rest of the travelers felt an odd sensation. It was similar to sitting next to a speaker with the bass cranked to the limit, a vibration that passed through muscle and bone and seemed to stick in the lungs. However, even in spite of this, the bubble remained totally silent but for Rhometer’s shouts and chortles.
A large pyramid, projecting shattered images of reflections on the wrong faces, glided past them. There was a faint crunch as it hit one of the shimmering butterflies, and halted completely.
The world around them suddenly lurched ninety degrees, everything turning about them as if they were the focal point of the universe. Thyra remained steady, her bubble not wavering. The pyramid, now above them and showing the reflection of its opposite side down at them, folded inside out, and then into itself again. A distant moon drew closer, and grew to twice its size in mere moments. It then faded away in semicircles, as if some invisible beast had been gnawing out pieces of it.
A wave of colours that had yet to be named splashed over them, and they soon faded away to shades were beyond contemplation. The surface of Thyra’s forcefield fizzed, hundred of tiny grey cubes forming like barnacles.
The cubes sprouted fins, and with darting, jerky movements, detached from the barrier and tumbled away, falling upwards.
“This is…” Thyra’s voice was as level as the sphere. Though she was supporting the weight of the others and holding the alien reality at bay, it seemed that she wasn’t being taxed in the least, “Well, if this is what really lies behind every mirror, I think I might be obligated to throw all of mine out.”
She taxied lower, approaching the portal that had moved to be beneath them. It rippled beneath her bubble, at first stretching before yielding as they broke through into reality yet again. -------- The air was fresh. That was the first thing Thyra noticed as she let the wall drop. The group was standing on a springy bed of pine needles, beneath a tree that was gnarled and humpbacked with the weight of hundreds of years upon it. The scent of conifers hung thickly, mingling with a smell that the girl couldn’t name. It was familiar, and yet eluded her utterly. It might have even been something she’d only smelled before in a dream, it was hard to say.
“As you all can tell, we’ve arrived. I haven’t the slightest idea as to where we are, but I do believe that is Serpentei’s area of expertise,” Thyra stepped lightly away from the center of the group, and took a ready place a few steps behind Kara and her beloved. She was hoping the gesture would indicate to Rhometer to stay out from underfoot, but she couldn’t be sure that even direct commands aimed at him reached his ears most of the time.
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