+- Omni Archive (https://omni.zulenka.com)
+-- Forum: The Omniverse (https://omni.zulenka.com/forumdisplay.php?fid=4)
+--- Forum: The Nexus (https://omni.zulenka.com/forumdisplay.php?fid=9)
+--- Thread: Dreams of Old Memories (/showthread.php?tid=7778)
Dreams of Old Memories - Ricter - 08-07-2018
Dreaming, Ricter was seemingly stuck in his own mind, he had died from the actions less so of his own doing but in a way he kinda knew he might perish in joining some crazy battle royal like that. Something he would grow to regret later on given the amount of time that place took from him.
Odd images began to form around the dark shadowy expanse, images he recognized, shapes that contorted and moved in manners that were all around natural but also just scary in some ways. These images were parts of his past, things he’s gone through, seen before, memories collecting into one large cauldron that was this void he felt like he was standing in.
Moving closer to the images that passed by in what ever form he had taken in this expanse, he felt them drift by, moving along and no longer being really tangible at all, it felt like he was some kind of ghost. Though if these were in fact memories then he couldn't interact with them anyways, but was this a dream? Was this reality? It was a hard thing to discern.
It was here he tried to remember what had happened not too long ago, what he went through and why he was maybe here, thinking about this sort of thing. But before he could even pull his mind into a coherent thought process he would notice something about his past that he had long forgotten. Someone, and something that he had both repressed and forgotten about some time ago.
His eyes would now scan over the fractions of a memory he had long since held but never truly forgot about, watching the figures play out as this image seemed to distract him completely. Looking into it he would soon see both a little girl and a small little ferret like creature, big enough for her to carry with no problem in her arms but small enough that it wasn’t heavy for her.
The girl had black hair and looked to be around her late teens, she wore robes, open ones that showed what she had on underneath. Some pants, a shirt, nothing too amazing, and a pare of soft toe shoes that laced around her foot in a manner that resembled something more old and less of a the new age sandal you see normally.
She was running towards something, hearing loud noises in the back drop as the images began to swirl into a dome around Ricter. Ensuring the entire scene played out as he watched from the confines of the bubble that now formed in this empty space.
Eventually the girl would come to her home, placing down the small ferret that would stand up on its hind legs and look up at her, the girl smiled and bent down to pet him a few times before heading up stairs. The weasel would follow, scampering along and ensuring they kept pace with their master.
Inside of a room they would sit, the girl would be skimming over books and what not, pulling them off shelves and looking for something specific. She seemed to be only after one piece of script, and once she found it, eventually that is, she would begin to mouth out the words and read it off.
No words were said, no sound could be heard besides the moving shadows that clamored around outside of the dome, although no sound was needed. He knew what this memory was, and as he watched on he would sit down and simply let it play on. As the girl continued to read the ferret would sit on her bed, just watching and wondering what she was doing with a puzzled expression and innocent look to the little fuzzy creatures eyes.
Eventually as time went on odd sparkles would begin forming around the small critter, which seemed to be confused by this as they sniffed the sparkles and gently swiped at them with a little paw. Soon, a ring of energy would form around them, making them jump a bit from the sudden formation of light that now boxed them in, the feral critter was startled.
But calmed down as a hand reached down and patted them on the head, causing their worries to melt away, the girl would keep reading. Eventually once she stopped talking the circle would soon encompass the little creature and engulf them in a blinding light.
A light that would permeate through the area for some time before eventually fading, revealing the same little feral weasel however a bit bigger than average, at almost three times the size. However that didn’t stop the girl from reaching down and trying to pick them up.
“My aren't you heavy...”
Ricter would say, mirroring the words that the girl probably said as the large feral weasel would tilt his head and begin speaking back to the girl. It would seem what ever the young magician did to her pet allowed them to communicate back, in addition to making them a lot bigger than average.
The talking would go back and forth for a little bit but soon it would end in the large weasel hugging the girl and causing her to hug them back, they looked happy. At this moment the memory would end, the bubble breaking apart into wispy shadows that dissipated and released themselves to form new memories.
Looking around the shadows were forming again, some in this location, some in another, it was just like before, and he knew if he wanted to experience another he just had to walk over and sit down to watch it play out. Their was something about watching your own history that made him feel odd, like this was all fake but all so real at the same time.
Especially since he remembered this memory, it was so vivid in his mind now that he wouldn’t have forgotten about such an important event. It was the day he was made into a familiar by the witch who was his owner, it was the day he was given a mind to speak and a strong body to help her with.
It was the day his brain began to process things other than who was friend, foe and food. It was the day he was given intelligence and over all what lead to what he would become soon enough, which made him think about this for a moment, but his mind pulled him away from any thoughts he could try to make here.
Looking on he began moving towards yet another mass of shadows and what not. The shadows here were smaller, more compacted but the images were easy to tell once he got close. As like before the bubble would form around him once he got to close and stayed in the area, allowing him to see more details.
Ahead the two shapes began to show a small girl, around the age of five or so beginning to open presents, it seemed like it was her birthday and two adult figures were off in the distance, both watching on but their faces were obscured and even their bodies seemed to be blurry in the vision. There was also a third blurry image, a smaller child, probably an infant.
The child, also having black hair and being a female, would have on cute little pigtails and seem so happy to pull out boxes of presents as she opened up the lids to reveal toys shes always wanted and things of that nature.
However she was given a box with holes in the side and she pointed, asking the two figures that were around her why. Or at least it was easy to tell what she was possibly asking them with her overly dramatic pointing, making Ricter smile a bit. This was a memory his mind couldn’t process at the time but it seemed some part of him kept and retained it still all this time.
She would be given an answer from the two images and the girl nodded, smiling before popping open the lid and looking inside. Her eyes opened up in dazzling amazement as she reached in and pulled out a little tiny ferret, a young one at at that.
She seemed so elated, petting and rubbing it against her face as the small ferret would nibble on her fingers and seemingly enjoyed the attention. She would say a few words to the critter, none that would register in its mind for a while, but somehow he knew what the girl was saying even though he shouldn’t.
“I’ll call you Ricter, your going to be my best friend...”
The stoat stated, filling in the words for her as he began to get sad, not for what was mentioned but missing what he felt was now gone from him. He missed his friend, the life they had together and started on this very day, the day he was currently seeing once again.
He was beginning to recall when Abigail’s parents had picked him up at a pet vendor, they didn’t have a lot of money and couldn’t buy her a dog so they settled for him instead, a simple weasel. Nothing that would break the bank but it was a fuzzy animal and it was alive and tame, so why not?
Part of him snickered at the logic they had for picking him as a pet, especially for what it would lead too, most kids would want a rabbit, or a big dog as their companion. But she didn’t complain, actually she supported having him the entire time he knew her.
Sure kids teased her about having a weasel for a pet, and they always remarked on how dogs were better, or she should get a cat or something. But no, she stayed with him through out everything they went through together and in the end she offered him what was essentially an immortal life with her as a familiar.
He felt lucky, and proud to some degree, but as the images began to fade yet again he would begin to get up once more, the swirling of shadows beginning to form again, allowing him the choice to keep going to look into more things.
“Am I in my own head? I can’t really remember anything that happened before I got here..”
RE: Dreams of Old Memories - Ricter - 08-07-2018
He was confused as to why he was in this place, why he was going through his own memories and trying to get to the end of them, the present day. Maybe if he kept going he would see what happened, or at the very least remember what happened, escaping can be saved for another time.
Walking along he would walk to his third memory, this time the images were doing odd gestures and motions. It made him wonder what was going on till he got close and sat down, watching to see what was happening now. The images started to clear up quicker now, getting into the rhythm that was set and soon he would see the same girl from before.
This time however she was in more stylized robes, made to fit her frame and body a lot better, she held a staff and seemed to be in some kind of swampy location. Looking down he could see the weasel from before next to her, the larger variant, the woman looked to be around her early twenties.
She seemed to be in some kind of heated battle right now, flinging magical bolts of energy towards a direction while talking to the ferret next to her that looked back up at her. Noticing the wound on her leg the ferret would begin licking it, oddly enough causing it to heal itself as she smiled and patted his head for a moment.
Being ducked behind some rocky cover she would point and then after a bit more talking the two jumped out, one would go in one direction and the other the opposite. The image that they were fighting finally came into view, a large green woman with ragged hair was standing there, throwing swarms of pestilence and disguising muck their way.
It was a swamp hag, something he had grown very fond of, but not in a ‘happy to see you’ kind of way. More so in how to get rid of them. As the two began to close in the girl would block the spells flung her way as the ferret would jump and lash out at the hag, swiping with deep lacerating claws.
The woman would scream, or at least seemingly do so before using her own cane and swatting away the larger than normal ferret, knocking them into the water as vines would try to wrap around them and pull them deep within.
While she was distracted though the young adult mage would have channeled a spell in this time, shooting what seemed like a large fire blast her way and exploding with tremendous force. Enough to shake the tree’s and swamp water around them.
Once the dust cleared the charred body of the swamp hag was left there but the girl was seemingly pulling the ferret out of the water. Trying to push on their stomach's to get the water from their lungs as worry began to spread over her face, quickly she tried everything to ensure that he would be okay.
Even going so far as to try mouth to mouth, eventually working as the ferret woke up, choking but would smile and try their best to give a thumbs up, even if they had no thumbs. Hitting him playfully she would pick them up and hug them to her chest, gaining a hug back as they now looked at the dead hag and then towards her shack.
With out a word the duo made their way towards the shack, smiling though the woman had a determined gaze in her eyes. “Lets see what spells she was hiding...” The replacement of words were now normal for him, recalling each word but only murmuring the important ones as the image began to fade away once they started to make their way towards the little shack.
Eventually leaving him sitting there as he watched them go away once more, he didn’t know what to do right now. The memories were making him feel any number of emotions, from sadness to joy and sorrow in some cases. Sighing, he knew he needed to keep going, but he felt like he would hit the bad parts of his memories, the ones he truly repressed.
Standing once more he noticed there wasn’t many shadows this time, most would swirl around in one to two locations while others stayed hanging in the air, out of reach. Seems he was nearly done, and with two locations to go to he would simply walk towards the left most one and see what was next that he had to go through.
This time though he began to be pulled into it, his mind becoming foggy before blinking a few times, realizing that he was now with in his own memory. Instead of being the observer from the outside looking in, he was now apart of it. Or at least from what he could see, looking to the left and then the right he was in a simple room. Laying in a small pets bed as he got up, stretching and yawning.
He was in his smaller feral form, the one he was more or less born into, just altered slightly. The room he was in was a bed room with multiple plushies and toys on the bed. On the walls he would see pictures and portraits of himself and a woman with black hair, looking a tad older but only around her mid twenties.
She looked happy, and even more so he could see the portraits were in motion, magically acting like a video recording but in picture format. Sniffing the air it smelt like vanilla, remembering that he enjoyed the scent a lot he smiled to this and sighed as they got up from the little bed and began walking around, exploring.
The dressers were a nice smoothed out oak, being just as nice as the bed and door construction as it was made from the same material. Standing up on his hind legs he would pull out one of them and look inside, closing it right after as all he saw were ladies undergarments and things of that nature. Making him fluster in embarrassment.
This didn’t feel real but also didn’t feel like he was in some kind of dream state, which made him wonder what was going on as he tried thinking but his mind just blocked any logical thought processes. Making him experience everything with out critical thought, the way most dreams honestly worked, that way you didn’t wake up when you wanted half the time or dream about what you wanted.
Looking over to the door he would walk along and open it, he knew it would lead to the rest of the house but as he opened the door he was greeted by smoke and a warm breath of hot air hitting his body. The place seemed to be on fire, pillars from the roof began to fall as well as everything just started to burn away.
This alone caused him to cover his mouth, expecting to suffocate but he could breath, making him wonder what was going on. Any of the heat and fire seemed to just swirl and destroy everything, but not this room, not this door, it wouldn’t even try to touch it at all.
Slamming the door shut he backed away, wondering why the house was on fire as he looked out towards the window, outside he could see something happening. A group of people with torches and all manner of bladed weapons but dressed in more civilian garb were waiting, however chanting in a low tone.
It was them! They for sure caused this, yet as he tried to open the window to confront them he was stopped by an invisible force, he couldn’t leave the room nor escape it with out bodily harm. Frowning he would do the one thing he knew that would produce results.
“Abigail!”
He screamed, calling out to the woman he had spent most of his life with, waiting for her return but no answer. In fact it would be well around two minutes before something would happen. Being forced to watch as people began to throw torches on their house, trying to kill them in the flames, only making him more eager to kill them.
From the closet the door would swing open and he would notice average height woman, she was pale yet had green eyes and long black hair. She wore the traditional hat of a wizard or witch and robes that were open. Only showing off her womanly curves as her sports bra was showing, luckily she did wear a skirt of some kind to not be that revealing.
“Ricter! Your safe, thank the lords of nature.” She said, rushing in and picking him up, giving him a hug against her body which he accepted but he had so many questions that needed answers.
“I’m okay but people outside are trying to burn down the house! I couldn't leave the room either.”
On hearing this her eyes flared open as she walked over to the window and looked on in slight horror that they were burning down the house.
“Those monsters...” She paused before setting him down and weaving together magic in her hands, into a display that seemed like she was focusing lightly on something but not telling him. However she would explain a few things while trying to make her spell.
“I should have told you my room isn’t connected to this part of the house in the material plane, not only that the door to leave and enter my room just connects to nothing. I pulled this room away years ago, only leaving that door as a portal and the windows as just that, windows for viewing.”
Thinking on it Ricter understood immediately, nodding before looking around. “What should we do then? Your parents and brother are in deep trouble if they are burning the house down.”
“We go there and stop this! Ricter, take my hand now, were leaving immediately!” She held out her hand soon after, prompting him to touch it and soon they vanished in a flash of light. Sweeping colors and shapes began to make everything feel abstract and changing constantly, everything was now hard to see and really hard to identify too.
But eventually Ricter would see himself being pulled out of the dream, out of the memory as he was sent back to the void that was his own mind. Or was it hell? It was hard to say now that he was here and experiencing what ever he’s done in the past before ever stepping foot in the omniverse.
RE: Dreams of Old Memories - Ricter - 08-07-2018
When he looked towards the final few shadows he took a deep breath, he knew what was coming and it wasn’t good, at least this memory wasn’t the fondest of things. So willingly going forward he would black out, letting the shadows encompass his mind as a more so third party spectator of the events that would follow.
Running, Abigail seemed to be carrying two people with her, not in her arms but floating on giant leafs that she seemed to be controlling. The two bodies were bleeding and out cold, one would be a male, pretty short and was wielding a sword by the looks of the bladed weapon in his sheath.
At the same time Ricter was on the other, a deep gash had been made on his side, he was bleeding a lot and it seemed like a serious injury. The trio would be moving for a very long time, Abigail would look back every so often before focusing on the path ahead and soon after throwing out a hand a portal opened up in front of her, she ran strait in with the two people she had.
Falling strait into her room Ricter would tumble across the nice pink carpet, smearing blood everywhere, while the male would fall and roll across the floor as well, groaning as a gash had opened up on his left side. But he seemed to be awake by the looks of it.
Falling on the floor as well they were in the very room from last dream, however this time they had company. “Little brother hang on! I have magic, I’ll find a way to heal you. I wish Ricter wasn’t unconscious right now, this would be so much easier.” Even back then he was known for healing, a skill he picked up on his own to help his witch.
She never thought about wishing to take up that category of arcane magics, mostly because it took up time and energy to learn such a thing. Time she could have better spent earning how to reality warp and make portals and pocket dimensions.
But now she was struggling to even do a basic healing spell from her time in wizardry school, placing his head into her lap as she would try to mend his wounds. “Just hold on, don't move or try to talk. Why would you do that? Why would you try fighting them by yourself, you should have taken mom and dad and just ran.” She said, her tone deeply emotional as a better inspection of her face showed she had been crying.
The boy seemed to look up, he was dying and he new it, and now he could feel himself pulling further and further away. “They...wouldn’t stop, they wanted you, Abi. They thought you killed their life stock and burned their crops. Mom tried to talk to them, dad tried too, but they killed them.” His voice was shaky and filled with coughing.
He was finding it hard to breath and even now Abigail was trying not to remember what had been done only minutes ago. Once she found her parents and loved ones slain in her own front yard she mercilessly killed the mob of people. She even transported many of those offenders to locations just to watch them suffer later, because no amount of torture was enough to fill the pain she had experienced.
But in her blind rage she didn’t notice one was with the town guard, aiming to stab her with a halberd but Ricter stepped in and took the blow instead. Now instead of nearly losing her brother and parents, now she risked losing everyone.
“Shhh, just rest, once your healed we can figure out what were going to do, we’ll be okay, I promise.” She exclaimed, crying now as droplets would foll on his half smiling face at those words.
“Promise...” He would say in one breath as soon his head went limp in her lap, her heart skipped a beat and soon she was shaking him softly, checking his pulse, everything to see if he was still with her.
“No, no please. Why, what have I done to deserve this.” She sobbed as she watched as his body would not respond, he had died it seemed, or was just on the verge of it as she looked to Ricter. Getting up and running over to him she would pick up the animal, lifting them into her arms and inspecting the gash that left his fur strained red.
He was breathing but sleeping, however he was bleeding a lot, even if he had the ability to regenerate his own wounds, he would die too. “I can’t fix you, neither of you. Am I supposed to just let you both die in my arms?! Is this what fate is telling me I should live with?!” She questioned to no one, no one but herself.
In the end she was very limited on what she could do, but looking at the trails of blood she wondered if something would work. If their was a way to keep them both alive, in their own aspect, but with out the use of necromancy.
Walking over to her brother she would place Ricter next to him, looking down at the two she pulled a book from her shelf, all in a slight hurry as she flipped through pages before placing it down on the bed near by. “I won’t lose everyone here, not today. No matter the cost.” She explained, speaking to herself as she started to read words off the book.
Using her hand she took the pools of blood and began to make a circle out of them, drawing symbols and things of that nature while the books letters began to burn away as they were read. Once finished she seemed to be ready and soon the circle began to glow, with their bodies inside of it as well.
Vital seconds would pass as the spell was a little rushed but needed to be, especially now as she knew her brothers soul would leave this plane of existence soon. Little did she know that was already becoming the case.
Once finished the book would flutter and then begin shooting light from it, angling down at the circle as everything with in started to shift and morph. Being engulfed in a bright white light that wold dazzle most people and eventually after the light faded something was left in the place of the two bodies.
There was someone there, but it seemed like someone familiar and unknown, they had the body of her little brother, but looked a lot like the weasel that she grew up with.
“The fusion spell, it worked..” She remarked before getting down on her knees and checking his pulse, he was alive, and over all no longer damaged. However as she looked down at his face, seeing visages of both Ricter and her brother in it she began crying again.
And even the Ricter looking into this memory was crying, knowing what this would lead too, talking to himself.
“You were too late, you wanted to fuse us together and then unfuse us when we recovered. But your brothers soul had already moved on, and in giving me his body I gained his memories and experiences. Making the attempt even more impossible to try.” He said while sniffling, wiping his eyes as the dream started to end.
“After that all those who wronged her were punished, for decades. People saw her as evil when she wasn’t, but in the end we just ran away from that reality, focusing on our own. Now I’m here, where ever here is.” The weasel remarked, looking around as the shadows circled in the shy, out of reach as he started to grow frustrated.
“Where am I? Tell me!” He begged, but no response was given, instead the shadows would begin to swirl and soon in a rapid down pour fall on top of him in a cascade of darkness. Causing his eyes to shoot open, making him pant deeply as he looked up and around and all he could see was a deep blank whiteness.
Something he had seen before as he sat up and looked in either direction, he was back at the nexus again. Yet this time as he started to get up he tripped on taking a step forward, gazing down at his body he noticed that he was back in his original body. The body before he was fused with Abigail’s brother.
This didn’t change much but at the same time it had been so long that he was used to walking on just two legs, now as he dropped too the ground on all fours he laid there. Wondering what was happening, “The fountain? How did I end up here? Why am I back to how I looked originally?” He questioned.
Around him was the endless expanse of white, but also many other people, from small girls, to men in robotic looking outfits holding weapons and what not, and just a random fight that was happening in the distance. Something he didn’t want to be apart of again.
Inspecting each of them he stood, flinching as h felt weak but his body recovered much faster than others when it came to their first time dying here. Something that he would have to get used too eventually. In the fight he would notice one of the contestants, just her name escaped him, he saw her battle over one of the screens while at the tournament.
He didn’t pick up what she was able too do, but just got a glimpse of her fighting others and that was it, right now though as he looked towards Clownpiece he just wondered that if she was also here did she come here on her own or did she die as well?
Additionally she was fighting what looked like a cloud lady? It was hard to say, she looked like she was made of lots of poofy clouds, all stacked together but wearing clothes that helped make her seem more human if not for just the shape alone of her body.
It was only added by what seemed like a human woman near the fighting, a flying bird over head as well, keeping away. At least the animal was smart, which was a complement in his own eyes for what was regarded as a subclass of creatures under the more humanoid species that were around.
Either way he was tempted to help, to offer assistance and maybe break up the battle, but he had no clue why it came about and why he was even staying, he had a clinic to get back too and help out in. Not only this but as he looked around near him he would notice Lanor. His broad sword, seems that even in death the sword would stick with him, that was nice, he just wish it stayed with him when he actually needed it in his paws.
So as he would lift up the slightly heavy weapon he would have to carry it in an awkward manner give his size was shorter than the sword itself, mostly dragging it along the ground. Leaving that annoying grinding noise of metal sliding against a floor.
He would keep their forms to memory, both Clownpiece and Sunshine, and even the red haired woman and her bird companion as well. At the moment though he didn’t have too much time to talk and make friendly conversation, right now he was more interested in heading back home and figure out what happened not too long ago as his mind was hazy with memories.
He needed to recall what lead to him being sent back here, but for now he would just hobble along, aiming to get back home again. Not realizing that what he just faced, was his own memories and dreams as he had not too long ago died. Yet, he would find out about that soon enough, once he touched the gate and began walking strait through its familiar arch he was headed strait home once more.
Or at least the ‘home’ he had grown accustomed too in this universe he was now trapped inside of. Back to the Tangled Greens.