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Logic - Desman Black - 05-11-2018
Desman entered the black space, the lines of white rushing across his vision as they spread along the landscape as far as the eye could see. Which could have been quite far or short, there was no depth to the place, just the endless black and grey that made up the ground. At least this time he could move in it, not that it mattered that much when you had no idea how to get around.
After 15 mins he found out the lines change behind him. 40 mins in and he founds out turning is not a good idea. 78 mins, he founds out going completely straight is not a good idea. 81, he figures out it’s easier to ‘keep track of’ where you are going if you follow the lines. 120, he starts getting super worried about not seeing ash again. 140, Desman gets so much in a panic he goes off to find Ash without any thought to his previous observations. 155, It was a bad idea.
‘Okay, take it easy, you can find her after escaping. Knowing her she has probably gone to Coruscant, so check there first. After that, it’s the hotel. Then… fuck this easier if I just had her phone number.’ For awhile Desman starting staring up at the sky as he thought until get remembered his eyes need to stay on the lines. ‘Why don’t I have her number… is it because I didn’t give her mine? F*ck, I didn’t give her mine.’
Desman needed something to distract him before the metal kicks turned into physical ones. ‘I wonder what these lines are made of...’
‘Well, that was a waste of time.’ The robot thought to himself, not being able to find any way to access the origin of the white, especially with his elemental attacks not working… how does the energy of the universe simply not exist like that, the more Desman thought of this place the more it made no logical sense.
Neither did some of the stuff that resided here, one of them being a black inkish abomination, parts of its body floating in the air with seemingly no illusion of gravity, parts of a malformed skeleton clearly shown in the places, no way he was getting near that thing, especially with no powers, he was just relieved he didn’t see him.
He was also relieved when he saw a massive light in the distance… until he then realised that it was just a massive gathering of ley lines… fuck you Omniverse.
How long has it been since Desman started walking? He couldn’t tell you. But it was boring, the most interesting thing was a white dot in the sky he swears he could see, but that could’ve just been him seeing things, or him going crazy, maybe there isn’t a difference. Actually, there probably is, if he was to go crazy not would have been ages ago.
While his thoughts wandered, Desman lost track of his surroundings. Only realizing this as the white lines disappeared from his eyesight.
Only an idiot or a maniac would travel this far into the darkness. If Desman thought about it he could probably label himself as both… in some sense of the word.
It’s been hours since he had started walking back the way he came, it couldn’t have been that long the first time, could it? Or was his mind just making it seem longer? God how he hated this, maybe he should rest and just wait for Ash to wander along.
…
What is the point of that, it’s been a month, she had probably escaped by now, he should be focusing on doing that himself.
That’s when one of the lines finally decided to appear. In less time then Desman could comprehend a small dot of light rose from the surface, a wall suddenly appearing to the sides of it, which the redhead immediately bumped into.
“Ahh… What was…” A soreness spread across Desman’s head as he stood up, the line no longer directly in front of him, but still coming from his feet. Turning around to look at the new black wall confirmed his suspicions. “Of course there’s gravity manipulation here…’
One Thousand Eight Hundred and Seventy-One…. One Thousand Eight Hundred and Seventy-Two…. One Thousand Eight Hundred and Seventy-Three…. Desman wasn’t sure how long he had been counting for. Well, obviously it was since One Thousand Eight Hundred and Seventy-Three steps ago, but how much seconds, minutes, hours, d… well, probably not days. No human could walk days none stop. Wait, that’s not exactly true… there was that guy that got the world record for walking non-stop for 50 hours…
Well, Desman still highly doubted he could do it, especially since he hasn’t been in a human body for… 3, 4 years? How did he keep it up in the underverse so long… maybe he should rest… just for awhile…
*hah, hah, hah* Desman’s breath was as rabid as the waking was sudden, maybe it would be better if he didn't sleep. As he toyed with the idea of making a device that allowed the human body to function properly without sleep, another one of those white lines appeared to guide him somewhere, passing under him before turning left right in front of him.
The male brushed himself off before nonchalantly walking in the direction it had traveled, the end of the leyline no longer visible with all its fast movement, and all its twists and turns.
Right, right, left, right, left, left, right, left, left, left, left. And then, nothing, just an approximate 30 steps forward and the line ended, just like that.
Why did he start following these lines to begin with? Oh yeah, they were the best way to ‘know’ where you were. Not that it help much, especially with the line stopping dead.
Wait, no, behind the end of the line it’s a different colour, it looks like it could be a cliff. Moving further towards the edge proved it to be an ledge, Desman carefully planting his foot on the ‘wall’ and walking down.
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