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A Green Tinted Sky - Clownpiece - 12-05-2015
Empty. A whole lot of nothing. Blankness as far as the eye could see. Sitting there in complete confusion, Somerled blinked rapidly, making sure that what he was seeing was actually what he was seeing. It only took a few moments to decide that yup, it’s fucking nothing. There was no seeing beyond the veil of pure blackness that covered his eyes. “Well this sucks,” he tried to say, but was unable to draw the strength to even move his jaw. As he began to grow irritated at his body’s refusal to listen to his commands, the darkness eased up on his eyes slightly, and a silhouette was revealed to him. “Who are you?” He wanted to demand, but alas, his mouth was being stubborn. Then, it spoke. In a voice that seemed to come from everywhere at once, it told the spirit of the world it was brought into. It spoke of a material, desired by all, something that, to him, felt something like magic. What he wished could become reality, with that element. Then, leaving a good most of his questions unanswered, it vanished.
Thus, the emptiness that seemed to cover even his very being began to lift, revealing a very disorienting whiteness behind. He blinked even more, eyes adjusting to the sudden change in light, and still unsure of the realness of this place. Soon, the world came into focus. Far off, on the edges of the horizon in front of him, things could be seen. What exactly these things were he couldn’t tell, but they were things, sure enough. Taking a moment to gather his thoughts, he skimmed the horizon around him. The massive shape of what he assumed to be a monolith of some sort was to his back. Why exactly there was such a thing in the middle of nowhere escaped him, but he wasn’t gonna question it, as that wasn’t his focus. In a ring around him, exactly what he had been paying attention to, was a few more of the things. He’d definitely have to make a sightseeing trip to see these things, he was curious, to say the least.
“Alright alright alright,” the spirit of the storm sprung to his feet, pleased now that his mouth was obeying his brain. He felt quite lively despite the recent death he had just experienced. Or had he died? He wasn’t quite sure. There weren’t any visible wounds on him, he thought. Casting his eyes down, he patted over his body, making a short checklist of injuries or lack thereof. Legs? Alive. Torso? Present. Arms? Intact. Mouth? Rebellious. Coat? Majestic as always. Judgement, he was very much not dead yet, probably. Returning his gaze to the whiteness around, he attempted to recall exactly why he was here. Despite how much he strained though, all that he remembered was a lot of screaming, some sort of emptiness, and a very angry squirrel. Squirrel? Doesn’t matter. All that mattered to him was that he was now here, wherever exactly here was, and he was going to make the most out his second chance. Third? Man, he really needed to stop throwing away his life.
“First things first...” he mumbled, using his own voice as a comfort in the whole lot of nothingness he was seeing and hearing everywhere. “Let’s see if I can acce- WHAT TH-” out of nowhere, Somerled’s voice screamed for him, and the sudden stress of saying two things tore at his throat. The monster doubled over in a fit of intense coughing, which subsided after a few seconds. He straightened back up slowly, wondering what in the everliving fuck had just happened.
“Let’s try this again. What the fuck is going on?” His mouth moved of its own accord, speaking his voice for him. This phenomena was thoroughly disturbing to him, and he instantly prepared for action. Of course, rather than doing the reasonable thing and screaming like a maniac, he dropped into a combat-ready stance.
“Get your own voice you fucking goat!” the angered spirit yelled, beginning to channel his magic. The power of weather coursed through his arm as he prepared himself to punch the absolute fuck out of whatever was gutsy enough to try and steal his voice. Within moments, a flash of light seared his peripheral vision, accompanied by a resounding crack as the lightning magic discharged unintentionally, Somerled unable to hold its charge. He responded to this as any reasonable person would do, with a startled yell and a sudden lunge away from what he assumed was danger. His feet shot out from under him and he teetered sideways, hitting the ground hard.
“Nice going,” he found himself scolded by his own sarcastic voice, peeving him off to no end..
“Shut up!” he shouted under his own volition for once, scrambling back to his feet as quickly as he could, “Why don’t you come out so I can show you exactly where your voice is made! As I punch it out the back of your spine!”
“As much as I’d like to,” this time his voice lacked sarcasm, “I can’t.”
“What d- You se-” The stress of two voices launched Somerled into another coughing fit.
“One... at a time...” Somerled spoke voluntarily, speaking between coughs. For a few seconds after that, there was total vocal silence as the coughing subsided.
“Okay. You see, my dear, sweet, precious other half,” his voice said on its own accord, absolutely dripping with sarcasm, “I don’t have a body any more.”
“Oh wait...” Somerled straightened up completely, “Sonny?”
“That name rings a bell.”
“What the fuck happened?”
“I have no idea,” Sonny answered, subdued, “I remember being shoved aside by some angry men with giant weapons, the damned god of squirrels popped past, you got your shit kicked in. Next thing I know is the feeling of literally being ripped out of my body, which, might I say, fucking hurts, and then suddenly here I am, seeing through your eyes, hearing through your hear, er, ears. What the hell is with all this white?”
“I’m as confused as you are,” Somerled said, “Can you manifest? I kinda want you to kindly get the fuck out of my mouth.”
“It doesn’t seem like you have enough magic, where’d it all go?”
“Doesn’t matter, just quit using my voice,” the storm spirit remained stubborn in that goal. "Let’s start with spring...”
The monster closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, channeling his personal reserves of magic. The air around him grew heavier as he tried to create anything with it. Wind, rain, hail, it didn’t really matter, all he just needed to prove that he still had his power. A light breeze ruffled his hair slightly, but didn’t do much else. Disappointed at the lack of awe-inspiring storms appearing, and the amount of magic he had to expend to not make them appear, he shifted to trying melee magic. Like with what he had done earlier, he focused the magic through his arm, and launched a quick right-handed jab. With the characteristic crack of a lightning strike, his hand shot forward, lightning tracing an arc through the air where his fist traveled. Way more pleased with himself than he had any right to be, Somerled gave a wide, if far too devious smile.
Next up on his list... He gave summer and fall a miss and went straight to winter. For a brief moment, he debated attempting hypothermia induction. This was instantly dismissed as a fucking stupid idea on the grounds that who in their right mind tries to freeze themselves to death. Frostbite was similarly right out. He didn’t need to go and freeze his fingers off of his body. Summoning a blizzard was out of the question. If he could barely manage to eke out a breeze that couldn’t even be considered “majestic” then how was he supposed to create an amazing maelstrom of wind, snow, and death? Settling for snow blindness, he channeled with magic through him again. After a second of charging, a chilling wind blew out from his body, releasing his ability.
“There’s the limits!” Somerled said, much more excited than he should have been for bad news. “Now, what about this... thing that being spoke about? Whatever I desire, huh?” As he spoke, his gaze turned towards the horizons. “I guess I’ll see about getting to one of those quickly.” The storm spirit dropped to a sitting position, and began his concentration.
Re: A Green Tinted Sky - Aadibah - 12-06-2015
The neutrality of the whiteness did nothing to stop her mind from accelerating beyond what her body could keep up with. Aadibah, upon waking, had been unable to keep herself from dwelling on what had just occurred to her in the past ten minutes to even think about moving from her spot.
The fact that she had suddenly and inexplicable been transported to a whole other something didn’t seem to elicit a reaction. No expression of disbelief, horror, confusion, excitement. The only emotion that plastered Aadibah’s visage was…
Empty.
Aadibah could tell that she was, in some strange respect, alive. Though she only felt her heart beat, her chest expand in and out as she took in air. Her skin irritated by the new air.
Inside, though, there was only flesh and bone. Something was definitely missing from her being. It was herself, really. Aadibah, at least the one that had fought for years, was gone.
Something else sat there, back against a white fountain, body slouching forward, legs sprawled out in front, arms lazily hanging in between her thighs, hands with twitching fingers unresponsive to the cold floor. A speck of sandy brown and olive green and dark auburn amongst the void. Against the plain canvas all of her dirt and grime was clearly visible, the stress of only a few hours sleep within a week of turbulent events shown in the bags under her eyes.
Aadibah was still. So very still.
There were very, very audible cracks of what sounded like lightning and other weather, these met her ears, which only slightly twitched.
Re: A Green Tinted Sky - Clownpiece - 12-06-2015
Over the course of several minutes, the Omnilium, guided by Somerled’s concentration, slowly coalesced into something that he hoped would be able to get him to one of those things in the distance. The sound of grunting broke him from his trance, showing him success in what he had set out to accomplish. His mouth turning up into a wide grin, the storm spirit rose to his feet, admiring his work.
“Moose!” his voice was much louder than he needed it to be. Sure enough, right in front of him was the massive brown antlered animal, throwing a passive gaze over Somerled. “Check this out, Sonny.” His body swivelled as he searched for his other half. The swivelling stopped abruptly as he remembered. “Oh ri-” he cut off his sentence halfway as something new caught his eye.
“I really wish you hadn’t gotten so caught up in trying to move to Canada,” his voice, under the control of Sonny, said tiredly, “You probably would have summoned a better mount if that were the case.”
“Shush,” He quieted his own voice. His gaze rested intently on a new person in front of him, someone who he was quite certain hadn’t been there a few minutes ago. While he knew noticing things wasn’t his strong suit, with all the empty around there would have been no way in his mind that he could have missed her. Studying her for a few moments, Somerled debated on exactly how he would react to this. First of all, she was a soldier, evidenced by the tattered combat fatigues she wore. His stance shifted to something a little more defensive in response to that observation. Soldiers and him never really got along. He didn’t tend to like authority figures in general, as he was far too free-spirited, to put it mildly. The second thing he noticed was that she just seemed to be staring straight on, blankly. If he was lucky, she wouldn’t have noticed him then. He could still slink away and not have to deal with this shit.
Somerled shifted on his feet, moving to turn away from the still form of the soldier. This wasn’t a can of worms he wanted to open up. His mouth shot open of its own accord, and the spirit’s eyes widened in panic.
“Hey, you okay there?” Sonny spoke through him. A specter flashed before his eyes, a white clad figure briefly waved one of its hands in front of the girl’s face. Then, pain erupted in Somerled’s mind. He doubled over, clutching his head hard as he felt so much of his power ripped away from him. Teeth clenched, he refused to cry out, trying not to alert to girl himself. The materialization of his other half might just have been enough to grab her attention though. He waited with bated breath.
Re: A Green Tinted Sky - Aadibah - 12-06-2015
Aadibah was plainly aware of the commotion just in front of her. A man that seemed to be talking to himself and doing something that elicited strange things that by any right of the physical world should never occur.
Perhaps he's Shaytan's emissary. Come to guide me to the brimstone and eternal fire. Aadibah gave a weak, weazy chuckle at her own thought.
She'd been set on fire. She'd been blown up. She'd been shot, stabbed, punched, kicked, just about every bone in her body had been broken at one point. At least the ones that didn't put you in a wheelchair for the rest of your life.
Her eyes kept on the ground, peering into the infinite whiteness. Whatever hell this was, it was very clean. She had heard stories of white room torture, though. Prisoners of war being kept in a small room with a bed, white walls, white sheets, white clothing. All of their food white. Separated from any human contact for months, even over a year. She wouldn't be at all surprised if that was her next eternity, losing all sense of self in neutrality. Although that didn't explain the babbling fountain to her back, or the strange man off to the side a ways.
Quote:“Hey, you okay there?”
It was a knee jerk reaction mixed with her current mental state that resulted in Aadibah's head slowly, lazily, slouching over to face the source of the voice. She was rather confused with herself as to why she was even acknowledging something that could very well be the source of her pain.
The man was rather striking in appearance. She'd met people from Japan before, and this guy embodied the stereotype. Dark hair, dark eyes, the face, the body. His attire was... slightly less messier than her own. He was unassuming, to say the least.
Re: A Green Tinted Sky - Clownpiece - 12-07-2015
Somerled could almost feel his heart fall as the soldier slowly turned to look at him. He cursed his other half inwardly for getting him involved in this, but refused to show it on his face. Instead of reflexively letting his mouth fall into a frown, he turned it up into the friendliest smile he could manage. Then he shifted his entire demeanor to something completely nonthreatening, posture completely natural from centuries of living amongst his prey, and he spoke.
“Looks like your trip was rough,” he said kindly, “Was it a death? That’s how I got here.” He held his hand out in an offering to help her up. If his other half was gonna force him into this, he might as well go all the way. Even though he would see it through, his entire body urged him to jump on his trusty moose and get the fuck out.
Re: A Green Tinted Sky - Aadibah - 12-07-2015
The question from the man sat inside Aadibah. His hand hovered in front of her, her eyes aimed toward but not at it.
Was it a death?
A small, quiet hiss that eventually formed into a low chuckle emanated from her lips. Her chest gave shallow convulsions as this evolved into a giggle, then a laugh. Soon enough Aadibah had built herself up into a sharp cackle that echoed throughout the blankness, arms wrapping around her chest, head doubling over and legs kicking out in a flurry. Through all of this her eyes kept on the man, wide, wild, piercing.
Her mouth hung agape as she bellowed forth in laughter. Laughing at the man's question, laughing at the man himself, laughing at herself. Laughing at the situation, laughing at death.
Laughing at Allah.
"Was. It. A. Death?" she managed to squeak the words out between snorts and gasps of air. "Was it... Was it a death?"
It was at this point that Aadibah's back shot up, ram-rod straight, jutting her head forward at the only other person that currently occupied the empty. "Death! Death is final! Death is the end! Death is rest! Death is returning to the dust from whence we came!" For a moment she paused to let out another fit of screaming giggles and flailing her legs.
"This isn't final! This isn't the end! This isn't rest! This isn't returning to dust, though I may be dust back in the world of the living!" Aadibah's position had changed from sitting to stooping low on all fours.
"No, this isn't death, Shaytan! This is hell! And you know it, and you're here so I cannot forget!" With rickety motions, she struggled to stand, grunting and breathing hard as she forced her body to move.
"So go ahead! Melt my skin! Crush my bones! Have locusts lay their eggs inside my womb, and fly forth from my groin! I do not fear it, because I cannot feel anything now! I cannot even feel myself!"
After the small rant, Aadibah stood there, balancing on her own legs, staring into the eyes of the man. Her breathing was heavy, her eyes still crazed, herself still not entirely present.
Re: A Green Tinted Sky - Clownpiece - 12-07-2015
The once deathly silent air now held the echoes of raucous laughter. Laughter in defiance of everything that held down the soldier. Guilt, finality, futility, she spat in the face of all of them as she released that roar of a laugh. For what felt like the longest time, Somerled could only stand there, face blank and confused, as he witnessed what could possibly be described as a mental breakdown in progress. Just as suddenly as it had occurred though, the laughter faded, and the woman just stood there, chest heaving with the energy of the rant she had just produced, staring at the monster with a gaze that sent chills down his spine, as if she was looking into his very heart and judging it. Then, his mouth broke into a menacing, toothy grin, his eyes betraying thrill under their predatory glint.
“Now there’s a determination I haven’t seen in decades!” Somerled’s voice was rough with excitement. “You, I like you,” he dropped his nonthreatening stance, now looking truly like the human-hunter he was at heart. “Someone who will keep fighting with their all even in the face of inevitability.” The still air stirred into a light breeze with the spirit’s intensity. “Well, here’s the face of inevitability!” His eyes glowed menacingly as he stirred up the magic in his body, the magical equivalent of stretching before a run. “What will you do?”
“I’m gonna stop you right there,” his own voice interrupted what Somerled considered to be a great speech. The wind that could barely be considered majestic fell into nothingness immediately.
“Oh fuck off!” his maniacal grin instantly fell into an exasperated frown. “Let me do what I want!”
“Well unlike you, I don’t feel like getting myself killed,” Sonny responded. Somerled went for a retort, mouth at the ready, when it suddenly struck him that yes, the soldier was still right there. His expression shifted to a pained grin, and his voice fell into an almost inaudible whisper.
“And now I look fucking crazy,” he scolded his other half, “Now shush, or I swear to the fucking squirrel god that I will rip your mind into existence and punch it right back out.” Keeping his pained grin, he began addressing the woman in front of him again. “Please, pretend that never happened.” A strange mixture of anger, exasperation, and worry stirred up in his heart, and he doubted this situation could be salvaged, but damned if he wasn’t gonna try.
Re: A Green Tinted Sky - Aadibah - 12-07-2015
It was like coming down from a high.
Aadibah had been drugged up in a hospital bed before, and knew the feeling of suddenly waking from a week and half of fading in and out of consciousness. This situation emanated that sensation to the letter. She had expected something at least a little more... organized, than the show that was being put up by the man in front of her. While her intensity struggled to remain, the emotion of "what the hell?" was slowly taking hold.
"What... the hell are you going on about?" Was the only query she managed.
Perhaps this man was another soul, like her, trapped in this void. Perhaps this was the torture? Only one other person to keep her company for eternity? The idea seemed strangely... tame...
Well, that would explain why he keeps talking to himself. Aadibah knew Shaytan was creative, but this? She was the cat in the bag, hooked and sunk. Any trickery or treachery or seduction was unnecessary at this point. So why was she being toyed with?
Perhaps... he is an angel? Allah was no different when it came to mysterious machinations. If this was one of his emissaries, then they must be the equivalent of the "new guy".
Re: A Green Tinted Sky - The Rogue - 12-08-2015
Connor shut of his Gauntlet Computer (™), after running around on the inter-Dataverse. He looks up with a smile.
“The Vasty Deep….huh...how...original, well hopefully there are islands very much akin to Arcadia….”.
He gets up and dusts himself off, then stretches for a minute.
“Well on the Dataverse information page about it said that the gate is southwest….”, he turns in that direction, then he hears the voices, one seems to be of a man….who is also talking to himself….wooooo….the other….well she seems like a nice woman...if you don't mind random bouts of laughter in the most inappropriate time.
Connor gulps and walks forward,
“Hey, are y'all new Primes?”, he ask as soon as they come into view.
Re: A Green Tinted Sky - Clownpiece - 12-08-2015
Quote:"What... the hell are you going on about?"From these words, Somerled’s face fell from his reluctant grin into an expression of annoyance. He stared at her silently for a few moments, entirely unsure of how to respond. No matter how much he wracked his brain, there wasn't any way he could think of to continue this train of dialogue in a way the soldier wouldn't misinterpret. Coming to this conclusion, Somerled decided the best course of action would be to get the fuck off of this conversation and try again.
“Hell if I know!” his expression was back to cheerful, “Let’s just start this over on better footing.” He held his hand out for a shake, opening his mouth to introduce himself. Before he could get any words out, however, another, newer voice interrupted him.
Quote:“Hey, are y'all new Primes?”The voice asked him, and presumably the soldier as well. Remembering to drop his aggressive stance into something much more welcoming, the monster swiveled on his heels, facing the newcomer with a friendly grin. “Hello!” he greeted the man approaching them cheerfully. “I’m not sure what you mean by ‘Primes.’ I’m afraid that’s a term I’ve not yet heard.” His face suddenly shifted to a look of realization, “Oh, you must mean new to this world?”
Re: A Green Tinted Sky - Aadibah - 12-08-2015
Aadibah was about to respond when a new voice met her ears. Turning, she saw a man in a black coat approaching. Her brow furrowed, not understanding the query he had given.
What is this place? Her initial reaction was dissipating now, and she was starting to realize her emotions had taken control over her mind. For that she had most likely looked like an absolute fool, cackling like some sort of mad person. Well, perhaps she wasn't too far off from that...
Quote:“Hello! I’m not sure what you mean by ‘Primes.’ I’m afraid that’s a term I’ve not yet heard... Oh, you must mean new to this world?”
The first man spoke, referencing the strange term that the man with the black coat had used. "Prime". The first man's assumption seemed to make sense, some sort of way to describe new arrivals to wherever they were. Which, if this wasn't hell, then what the hell was it?
Aadibah turned to the second man, "You, you know of this place? You know where we are?" She stepped forward, her posture imposing and tall, "Tell me! Where have I been sent! Was it malāk? Al-jinn? Tell me!" She temporarily forgot everyone else was only speaking straight English, her own tongue mixing in with her haste.
Re: A Green Tinted Sky - The Rogue - 12-09-2015
Connor opened his mouth to answer the man’s question, but then the woman started firing a bunch of questions, “What is this place?”, she asked, then started making suggestions in Arabic?
Connor blinked a few times, “Woah, uhhh, Miss, can you calm down and let me explain?”, he took a deep breath, “Okay, for your question,” he points to the man,”A Prime is anyone summoned in by Omni himself, and the opposite is a Secondary, someone who has been summoned in by a Prime. As to where we are, this place is called the Omniverse, at least that's what most of its denizens call it”. Connor watched them for their actions as his Gauntlet Com started beeping, he looks down at it then at the two in front of him, “Ah, excuse me.” He brings his arm to his chest and starts typing, he soon stops.
“Sorry, someone responded to something”, he flashes them a smile.
Re: A Green Tinted Sky - Clownpiece - 12-09-2015
At the man’s explanation of Primes and Secondaries, Somerled’s face switched from friendly to neutral, and he dropped into thought entirely as the man excused himself and began to fiddle with a strange device on his hand. Secondaries, huh? This information wasn’t particularly useful to him, he thought at first. The only person he would really be able to summon in would be the squirrel god, and holy hell did that squirrel hate him with a passion. And now that he actually thought about it, there really wasn’t anybody from his world that didn’t fucking hate him.
“What a productive life,” Somerled mumbled to himself, not happy with it, but not really regretting anything. Maybe he could be really cruel and summon the squirrel anyway just to piss him off. Or maybe that god of nightfall or whatever it was. That’d be fun. He mentally waved away that train of thought, those were decisions for another decade.
Quote:“Sorry, someone responded to something”
“Hold it right there!” the monster’s voice shouted for him yet again, immediately after the man had just finished his business.
“Sorry! Excuse me for a moment!” he cried, slapping a hand over his mouth and spinning to face away from everyone.
“What the fuck is it?” Somerled hissed, teeth and fists clenched, his voice as quiet as he could manage given his rage.
“My body!” Sonny responded in an excited whisper, “If you can summon my body, then I don’t have to be stuck in this body with you.” In response to this, the storm spirit began grinding his teeth, and stopped within a moment, face returning to a friendly smile.
“You see, that would be a brilliant idea,” he began, seething with a calm rage, not even bothering to whisper anymore.
“Oh wait.” Sonny realized his mistake.
“If only...” he trailed off, spinning back around to face the two again. “Monster bodies didn’t dissipate into magic moments after death.” Wearing a false smile, the monster addressed the two in front of him. “Please, someone, punch me in the face really fucking hard.”
“Hey can you guys ignore me fo- DON-” In response to his other half attempting to hijack his voice yet again, Somerled jammed it with his own yell. Once more he doubled over in a fit of intense coughing.
Re: A Green Tinted Sky - Aadibah - 12-09-2015
The man with the black coat's explanation... made sense... That was what bugged Aadibah. It was such a legitimate description of an actual place in time and space that she found it rather difficult to believe. She had been given a tangible method of understanding her environment, in a place that, according to her extensive knowledge of physics (at least what applied to engineering) shouldn't even exist.
However, it was when the second man pulled up his sleeve, revealing a forearm mounted touch pad. As far as Aadibah was concerned, she was the only one who utilized that sort of tech, because she had been the one to invent it in order to automate as well as manually regulate her device's systems. She was about to inquire as to how the second man had something like that, when the first man interjected once more.
Quote:“Hold it right there!”...“Sorry! Excuse me for a moment!”...“What the fuck is it?”..."You see, that would be a brilliant idea,”...“Monster bodies didn’t dissipate into magic moments after death.”...“Please, someone, punch me in the face really fucking hard.”...“Hey can you guys ignore me fo- DON-”
When the crazed fit was over, the first man that called himself a "monster" began to heave and cough. Aadibah that he was going to puke, the rapid back and forth between two almost completely different tones most likely not having a positive effect on his lungs and throat. The soldier decided to let the first man be, perhaps his mind would settle soon like hers was. She turned to face the man with the black coat again.
"You. Where did you get that forearm mounted touch pad?" Her strides were long and fast as she projected her mass towards him, "Did you make yourself? Buy it off someone? Steal it? Because if you stole that, I want to know how you got in." Aadibah was visibly irritated and increasingly aggressive, her hand hovering over the AK-47 that hung from her hip.
Re: A Green Tinted Sky - The Rogue - 12-10-2015
His eyes go wide as the man argues with himself, then even wider as the man erupts into a fit of coughing.
“Uhhh, you okay?”, Connor ask as he approaches the, ’Did he just call himself a monster?’, man. Connor takes a few steps back and sees the man in a new light.
Then the woman got up and started to accuse him of stealing, as soon as she gets up and close then Connor gets frustrated. He sees her hand twitch at the handle of her weapon. He instinctively reaches for and draws Lycöan, he feels the familiar weight in his hand. He closes the remaining distance to the woman. His face irks in annoyance as he jabs the end of the ECC into her stomach. He fingers the switch and the ECC charges.
“Don't ever accuse me of stealing unless you have hard proof. No I did not steal this, I thought of it and created it, and thanks to Omnilium, in a fraction of the time it would have taken me normally to do so. I made it so that I wouldn't have to summon my HandPad, the procedure itself hurt.”
Re: A Green Tinted Sky - Clownpiece - 12-10-2015
“Christ...” Somerled muttered to himself weakly, his coughing finally fading away. Somewhere during that one, he thought he had heard voices. Friendly? Arguing? He couldn’t tell, he was too busy trying to keep his lungs inside his chest after all. After being out of the loop for what seemed like no more than a minute, it was to his surprise that, when he straightened back up, he found the two people pointing guns at each other. Or rather, the soldier had her hand on her gun, the man had actually drawn his, and neither looked particularly happy about this arrangement.
“Damn, everyone’s getting all up in arms over nothing important today,” his other half whispered. Somerled took several very deep breaths, trying to the best of his ability to not go absolutely fucking ballistic. He swore, if his powers weren’t so limited, there’d be a typhoon ongoing with how angry he was.
“Well I’m not mediating it,” the monster growled, “And if you want to try it, well then I guess you can go and fondle a cactus.”
“You included,” Sonny added dryly. To this, Somerled had no response. He simply chose to continue watching the festivities, seething quietly.
Re: A Green Tinted Sky - Aadibah - 12-11-2015
Shit. Was about the only word that went through Aadibah's mind when she felt a hard barrel go into her gut. The sensation created... unpleasant memories in her mind. Also, the small whine emanating from the sidearm meant it was probably more than a lead bullet that would come out. She'd gone gotten herself fucked, and now needed be the opposite of that.
Easier said than done, however, and it was quite a few tense moments of staring into the man's eyes, trying to somehow project her anger, before Aadibah's weight slowly came off the end of the barrel, and she took a step back.
"Perhaps I have come off as... aggressive." The soldier could feel her pride swelling up in her throat, and it took everything she had to not insult the man's mother. "I am... simply... irritated at my current situation."
Well, that is not a lie. Aadibah was incredibly frustrated right now with just about everything that was going on. The only thing keeping her from going catatonic again was the fact that her senses were still in place, and her weapons were still with her. Other than that, she could feel an aneurysm coming on.
The soldier decided to ask again, but "politely".
"I invented that sort of tech and kept its design to myself, just like everything else I created." She explained, "The only reason someone like you would have something like that is if you came to Riyadh, somehow infiltrated my headquarters, stole the plans, and then somehow got out." Her stress returned, only slightly. "Now the explanation you just gave to me is full of zibbe, so give me something that makes sense."
Her nostrils were visibly flaring.
Re: A Green Tinted Sky - The Rogue - 12-11-2015
"Well, how do we know we even exists in the same universe? And if we do, at the same time."
Connor looks at her and sees her exo-suit, "Cause if we are from the same universe, That is seriously out-dated.", Connor waits a minute to collect himself.
"When I came here, I had something called a HandPad, it is pretty much, wiring, holo-generators, and a processor, imbeddedin my skin. Like I said before, after the operation, my hand hurt, and sometimes it would short and my entire arm went numb. Now, after my respawning, my HandPad was gone, but I need access to the information on the Dataverse, so I made this Gauntlet Computer, I think I read about this in a history book. The chapter was on the Middle East, and the article I read was about this...woman...who is not entirely different....from you...Aadibah?", Connor quickly does a mental comparison, and then takes a few steps back in shock.
Re: A Green Tinted Sky - Clownpiece - 12-11-2015
“Damn,” Somerled said, quietly disappointed, and fell to a sit, “No bloodshed. Well while they’re kissing and making up... Sonny, mind if I summon your hammer?”
“Why?” his other half responded slowly.
“Big-ass hammer.” Somerled sounded like it was completely obvious.
“Well don’t bother,” he dismissed, “The Stone chained it to my consciousness within a pseudo-pocket dimension, or whatever bullshit it actually was. I don’t actually know, that thing was weird as hell. Point is, I can still drag it out.”
“Oh,” his head drooped a bit, then basically immediately perked back up, “So you store it in... Hammerspace?” He gave Sonny no room to groan at his terrible pun, as the moment he said it, he began giggling. It only lasted a few seconds, and the spirit of the sun instantly took up the speaking mantle.
“Summon a saddle for your moose or something. You forgot to do that.”
“All right, all right,” Somerled grumbled, beginning his concentration, letting the other two continue their makeup session unperturbed.
Re: A Green Tinted Sky - Aadibah - 12-12-2015
Quote:"Well, how do we know we even exists in the same universe?"
What the hell? Universe? Was this man out of his damned mind? Aadibah had heard of the multiverse theory before, but was this man honestly trying to use it as an excuse for how he had acquired her tech? Even after that he kept going on about how he had some sort of surgical implantation but had lost it, and then how he made the touch pad he had on now.
She also did not appreciate the comment on her suit. Mainly because she had been dumb enough to keep her sleeves rolled up, so now he knew it was there, but the fact that the man had the balls to call her pride and joy "outdated."
I think he might actually believe his own story. Aadibah could tell from his complexion, his demeanor, his eyes that he spoke as if with truth. She had seen the same in many of her enemies...
Quote:about this...woman...who is not entirely different....from you...Aadibah?
At this, Aadibah was had no response. The man stepped back as if he was surprised, and there was a long pause. Aadibah's eyes traveled up, down, all along the man's body, sizing him up. If she lunged at him now, he probably wouldn't be able to react, trying to maintain his facade. However, the pistol could still be drawn up faster than her own rifle.
As the soldier thought about all of these things, her body visibly tensed up. Her stance became rigid and posed, her legs set farther apart, and her shoulders set slightly back.