The Sage awoke with a start, then remembered his location. He stretched, and tried to work loose the cramps. He had only a small space to work in, and the light was intentionally poor, lest it be noticed by the crew. They had been sailing for what he felt must have been almost two weeks by now, and the Sage was finding his hiding place quite stiffling. Using Omnilium, he had constructed a fake wall, designed to look like the actual back of the ship where he currently was. There were a few barrels in here with him, and he had summoned some phosphorescent fungi from his homeland as a light source. When he had found them in the catacombs of the Capital they had always been pretty, but he now found their light irritatingly impotent. The sage had made trips by sea only once or twice before, and the conditions had been much better than this.
The Lexistone had provided him with material to study, but he still vastly preferred a book to this other form. Putting away the stone, he glanced up at the pale mushrooms again. He wondered about the reserves of his new-found power. Creating the wall definitely felt like it had drained him, as had everything he had summoned thus far. Yet, he felt... fuller than he had in the nexus, even before leaving Coasta Del Sol.

Are you the one giving me this power Omni? I can see no other source, since you yourself assured me of your current supremacy in this place. If that is the case, I wonder what you will be wanting in return...

The Sage moved over to the barrel and pulled out another of the loaves he had summoned. He was getting tired of the rather bland food. He supposed the quality of the food reflected on his own lack of imagination more than anything else, but this fact only served to make him more irritable. He bit into the loaf and returned to the spot he had decided was the comfiest, although he was using the term very relatively.

He sat back down and for lack of a better option, opened the journal once again. He was making very little progress in deciphering much of the language. He was fairly certain that this word was actually a phrase of some sort, but he possessed no means of deciphering the actual way to pronounce the term without knowing the rest of the language. He would need to find someone that knew the language in the book, but that would be virtually pot-luck in this place. The writer may even have taken the secret of his language to the grave.

There was some sort of commotion going on in the rest of the galley. The sage tried to listen in as well as he could without making noise. There sounded like there was some kind of argument happening inside. Suddenly there was a sharp crack as a blade struck through the boards separating the sage's hiding place from the rest of the ship. The Sage fell back instinctively. He heard an exclamation from the other side, and the shouting got more intense. The wood was still mostly intact, but the Sage caught snippets of the conversation on the other side.

“...Hole in the freakin' Boat! You idiot!” one of the voices shouted. The blade was wrenched free, leaving a hole big enough that the Sage could probably fit his hand through.

“ And do you see any water coming out? Eh? Lookit! I was right! There is somethin' back here!”

The first voice seemed much more hesitant, higher-pitched than the average sailor by far. “We'd better tell the cap'n about this Topps, she ain't gonna like it...” The second voice cut in almost immediately, thicker and sounding exactly like the average sailor.

“Use yer noggin Vic, what if this is the captain's doing? Maybe she's got some treasure hidden down here? She'd get us keel-hauled quicker than you can say Davy Jones! Now quit yer whining and help me!” There was a pause, and then another crack as the hatchet struck through the planks again. The Sage slid himself into a corner, and reviewed his options.
He clearly had no chance of prevailing by combat, not to mention he knew very little about the actual intentions of the ship's crew. It wouldn't do to attack a ship full of curious merchants, though the speculations of the two crewmen thus far did not give him very high hopes for the ship's moral caliber. That meant he would need to try and stay out of sight if possible. The hesitant one, Vic, was now helping to dismantle the wall, and the summoned wood was quickly splintering under their combined efforts. There was not nearly enough time to summon something. It seemed he would have to play this off with only his wits. Well, let's see if we can make a starting impression. he thought, and began to extract the wall himself. He was gratified to hear the muffled surprise from those outside. He continued to extract the wall, making sure it was a noticeable from the outside as possible that something was going on.

The Sage stopped before fully extracting, and gave the weakened boards a sharp snap with his dueling cane. The weakened wood gave way, suddenly bursting outward into the face of the surprised sailors. The Sage stood there, expectantly, in the soft blue light of the fungi. “Were you looking for me?” He asked, and took some pleasure in the looks of uncertainty that passed between his discoverers. And now we begin the dance...

“...Imma go tell the captain 'bout this...” Vic said after a pause, and scampered back up the ladder. The Sage regarded the lone sailor that remained in the galley with him. He was clearly not part of a uniformed company, and he regarded the Sage shrewdly, sizing him up. He didn't seem to find anything particularly noteworthy in the appearance, as his formerly very defensive posture took on a more commanding stance. That display just now didn't work on this one, the Sage noted, but then, he's not the one relaying the situation to the captain, so that's less important.

“Making sure I don't vanish?” The Sage said off-handedly, and the sailor the other one had called Topps, snorted. “That would be difficult to explain to the Captain, wouldn't it Topps.”

“You can jus' shut up for a moment pal. And we'll see about explaining things to the Captain now won't we.” Topps said with a grin. The Sage nodded, not surprised with this kind of a response.

“And what would your captain say if I told her about your little escapade to begin with? putting holes in boats isn't something to undertake lightly.” he phrased the question simply as if genuinely curious of the outcome.

“Nothin' light about stowaways bucko, the Captain'll drum that into yer skull soon enough.” the sailor leaned back against a wooden beam and began to pick his teeth with a small dirk.“Might not be the only thing gets driven in.”A crude attempt at a threat, the Sage felt, but he supposed the pirate hadn't had a lot of time to think about it.

“And as she tortures me to learn my secrets, will I be keeping yours?” The Sage said, arching one eyebrow for full mysterious effect. Topps didn't say anything, but he did stop picking his teeth. “I'm not a naval expert, but I believe theft is not something highly prized in a crew member. What if I was to tell your captain the real reason you were tearing holes in her boat?”

To his credit, the pirate did not give much indication that he was concerned, and the Sage knew that this string was a very thin one to pull on, nevertheless he had few options. Any port in a storm. That's an appropriately maritime saying isn't it?

“...And I know the word of a stowaway isn't something to be taken too much to heart. But how are you felling about the loyalty of your pal Vic just now?” Ah, the dart of the eyes towards the hatch was telling, now he was getting somewhere. “When I call your loyalty into question, clearly your captain will turn to Vic for a second opinion. Now you are welcome to gamble that Vic is your buddy, and will have your back. But I wouldn't want to be caught lying to my captain, and Vic struck me as a rather smart fellow.” The pirate hadn't told him to be quiet yet, and they were taking a good amount of time up on deck to prepare, he had a chance to make this work.

“I am quite certain that you can... confirm the bond between yourself and Vic, and make sure he's there to back you up, the question becomes if I give you enough time.” Topps eyes narrowed in preparation for the inevitable next part of the conversation. The Sage didn't have a better alternative though, so he just plowed ahead, “I have no want to be tortured. It will likely still happen, I am captured by pirates, but as a courtesy to those with things to do... I could be persuaded to try and delay my own fate for as long as possible.”

Topps grunted and re-sheathed the knife, “And what is it you would be wanting of me in return for your... courtesy.” he said, spitting the last word out with distaste. The Sage just smiled.

To: Connor.Hound@omni.me
From: gardenGnostic@skaia.net

Subject: Friendship! And guns!!!!!!!

dear connor,

how are you????? i hope that you are doing well, you havent messaged my memo in a while and i was beginning to worry!!

there are a lot of things that have been happening, huh?? ive been running a scientific expedition in the frozen fields, mainly just to have fun but also to learn all sorts of new and amazing things about what makes this place tick!!! so far, we havent learned very much other than that the place is even more cold than originally anticipated. how unfortunate, am i right?? :c

anyways, i am sure that you are having your own adventures, too, and it would mean the world to me if you cared to shared them with me as a friend!! it is pretty comforting to know that so many friends are only an email or a short message away, and i would love to hear all about whatever parts of the omniverse you have explored!!!! are any areas particularly dangerous?? have you encountered any strange beasts??? injustice????? old friends??????? new ones???????

i also noticed in some of your earlier pesteromni messages that you are a sensible firearm appreciator such as myself, which is way cool!! i dont have my full arsenal since coming to the omniverse, but my grandpa recently left me an interesting new blaster gun that seems to be capable of discharging snowball rounds!!!! snowballs in a frozen wasteland, haha!!!!! really funny, grandpa. :B

anyway, what i wanted to ask was, what kinds of strife specibi do you most commonly use?? are you proficient with other weapons that are not firearms??? im just curious, hehe!!

thank you, and i hope to hear from you again soon!! C:

~ jade harley, witch of space c: c: c:

Would a mod be so kind as to judge whether or not the Institute has earned Bowser's help against Volvagia?

Would Bowser himself be willing to show up?

[Continued from “Hugs and Kittens”]
 
Guu woke up an indiscernible amount of time later. She looked over and spotted Desco snoozing away on the other side of her. Wearily, she climbed out of bed. Thirsty, she felt like having a chocolate milk. She transformed into a one-eyed-one-horned flying purple people eater and took off out the window, searching for the Sty and Fry.
 
[Guu's adventures continue in “A Demon and a Ghost Walk Into a Bar”]

To: Monkey D. Luffy

From: Guu

Subject: Nice Shoes

Made sure you got your shoes back. Have a nice nap.

Okay soooo, would anyone be down for mock fighting me (Jade, not Crowley)? Just for fun, nbd, only a friendly IC bout of fisticuffs that doesn't result in death or severe dismemberment. I'd like to test out the telekinesis power and teleportation a little more, just to see if I can kind of get the hang of it.

Plus, it's super fun! Can't beat that!

Anyways, I don't want to fight like a billion people (somehow many fights end up like that sooo nope), the most I'd be willing to duke it out with would be two in a 1v1v1. No one has to be super active (posting every 1-4 days), but some solid communication would be much appreciated. Not 100% on scenery yet, but I'm not big on a word limit. Word requirement, though, is 750+.

Yeeeeaa. This isn't a first come, first serve thing, either. Sooo, if you want to test some sweet new abilities out, maybe drop me a message?

(Edit: aaand I'm just going to leave this here just-in-case anyone ever decides they're down for a fight :V )

So, just a heads up that I just tried voting for the Omniverse at RPGfix several times, right after DL's vote. He listed that he was vote 115 and I confirmed that it was still there before actually trying to vote, because I was curious after Alex pointing out the difference in numbers in the vote thread. Despite numerous attempts to vote on my phone (and then my laptop when I started to get like "wtf") the vote number stayed the same. Anyway, I finally got around to registering for the site, because I've been putting that off for only almost a year and only then did it go to 116. So, it seems like guest/unregistered votes aren't counting right now, which would be a big part of the discrepancy.

Also, it was well over 12 hours since my last vote.

14 March 2022 (I think)

Hey guys, it's time to dust off the old blog and get writing, because trust me, there's a lot to write about. I seem to have found myself in some kind of other dimension- not the first time, I know- with a whole host of portals to other universes (I think). So, could anyone out there help me?

Also, my website domain has changed from .feg to .omni, whatever that's about.




Comments:

AKA: Completely unnecessary amounts of shortened and abbreviated words and terms: THE GAME

As was discussed briefly in the shoutbox....I'm gonna be running something here. A D&D game, as it were, running with 5th edition. The catch is, we won't be the ones playing it. Our characters will be the ones doing that. And we will be playing them....playing the game.

It will be played out like a regular D&D game for the most part, and I will actually be using a legitimate campaign for it, but it won't be too serious. due to a multitude of reasons of varying obviousness.

Character sheets and rolling to determine how progress goes will be done via Roll20, just for convenience's sake. It will be a play-by-post type deal, so there's no real constraint for free time as with a more standard game, only thing I ask is you don't go for too long without posting something. General interaction or activity won't really need as much input from everyone, but in the event of an actual 'encounter', social or combat, everyone will need to be ready and prepared to keep things going regularly.

Anyone who is interested, make your presence known now, and I will begin compiling something to shove you all through.

Ah, and I should note....Adam will be the DM of this one. Because it is quite fitting.

So I've been thinking about working towards a super move(don't we all?)for Red Hood but I'm having trouble since he doesn't have super powers. And I know that in the omniverse I could make him spew lasers out if his eyes if I had the requirements needed but I'm trying to come up with something that would fit with who Red is. Maybe it's a lack of imagination on my part but I've got nothing... So with that said any suggestions for an anti-hero? Anything helps at this point. Thanks in advance!!