03-25-2015, 10:17 PM
Floating. It felt like the darkness was a cloud. A big, dark, empty cloud of nothingness. Neal's eyes open, groggily looking around the area, but nothing appears to him. Nothing, at least, until he spies the grinning silhouette smiling back at him. It felt like a dream, so vivid yet all a blur. In his mind, he considered reaching out, but feared breaking the veil and waking up.
Rules? Neal thought. It was strange this "thing" found him interesting, but stranger still that he apparently pulled him into a strange new dimension. At first, Neal felt he was about to become the toy of a cosmic quasi-deity, forced to dance with the tug of his strings. His worries were washed away come this being's explanation ,along with a shimmering sphere of some sort of energy-matter.
The orb sank into his skin before Neal could stop it. He shook his hands, trying to see if any residue would return to the surface. None did. Anything I desire? He considered the implications. He considered the similarities. This Omnilium felt familiar. The moment he thought about it, the moment he placed it - Omnilium was basically experience! More specifically, Omnilium was EXP, the metaphysical points that fueled a game character's power.
That was incredibly dark. "For as long as you interest me..." Did that mean that as soon as Neal were to become boring, he'd lose the immortality this being seemed to place upon him? And how would he know? Even with these questions burning into his mind, the darkness fades - and along with it, Omni.
He was left there, in a realm of white, alone. There was just a single fountain, which he stares at for a long, hard moment. What now? Neal questions himself. Suddenly aware of a solid ground beneath him, he stood. He looks around once more and spots no one... so to sort things out, he turns and sits himself upon the edge of the fountain.
"Alright," he spoke aloud, to reassure himself. "Pros and Cons. Pro: I'm in a fantasy world with levels." That's a good one, he thought. "Con: I'm subject to the whim of an almighty being and in a dimension that is apparently governed by him..." Omniphysics? He had trouble getting over that one, especially considering his attachment to the physical laws of Earth. "Pro: I can level up... and apparently have powers... Con: I'm currently level one, and there are others. ... Pro: I don't have to go to work tomorrow... or ever..." And silence befalls his mind.
He slaps his knees as he rises to his feet. "I was already whims to an almighty being, I just called him boss. Level one is only temporary, and this is fucking awesome. Yup." He figured normal people would be freaking out at this point. Not him, though. Neal had practically prayed for such a cosmic interjection in his otherwise boring life. First thing's first. I need a power. Somehting small, something basic...
What was simple and basic, yet adaptable and multinational? A smirk curls the young man's lips. His hands rose to his head in praise to his genius brain. He'd had this argument so many times before. He doesn't even the notice his favorite hat dropping to the white floor as he brings his hands down from his crown to focus more around his temples. Telekinesis!
Immediately, he focused around the power, and all the things he'd need to go with it. At first, it felt like an energy was being pulled from his body, not unpleasant but strange as if he could actually feel the motion of omnilium. Maybe that was his imagination. The pain though, that was not so much imagined. It started as a heavy pulsating as if his brain were swelling within his skull. Then sharp pains jab at every angle. His scalp burns and his eyes ache.
Neal sinks to his knees, his hands going from directing the flow to simply cradling his skull. He gasps for breath, hoping the intake of oxygen would help the roaring in his cranium. Eventually, it did. The roar lessened slowly, leaving behind a numbness. There was no reason why it hurt. He had no explanation anymore, except that he had just attained the superhuman status he had always desired.
As his vision cleared, he spotted a drop of blood on the white ground. He almost immediately knew what it was from. Lifting his hand to his nose, he found a thick wetness. He checked his ears too, and then his eyes. Small trails of blood. Brain Hemorrhaging was often a common side effect of extensive psionic use. It replaced muscle damage for those overusing a super-physical stat. It meant that there would be limitations. Ergo the tidbit about needing more Omnilium.
It would be good to keep that in mind, but for now Neal wanted to try out his new found power. He rises to his feet slowly, his head swirling slightly from the change in position. That would pass soon enough, allowing Neal to peer around for a potential target. He then noted his hat upside down on the ground. Glancing down, he noted his long coat still in place. He must have been heading to or coming from a gathering of his nerdy friends when he was nabbed. Neal suddenly smirks. If only they could see me now.
Back on topic, he holds his hand out to the hat. Even though his power was telekinesis, he felt using his body would help focus... and with a twinge in the back of his mind, the hat drifted from the ground towards his hand rather quickly. He could feel he'd just spent Omnilium. To do the opposite, Neal held up his hand, letting the hat rest upside down in his palm. Another twinge, and the hat rises, tossed into the air without physical force.
Alright, focused is easy... time for another approach. Neal slid off his jacket and tossed it on the ground. His hat fell just a ways behind him, adding another target. This time he resisted using his hands. Instead, he simply focused on pushing all around him. After a moment, he heard the telltale skidding of his hat and coat across the ground. "Oh yea! Who's the man? I'm the man!" More Omnilium spent, but it was worth it. He focused again and in another loss of Omnilium, the items soon tap against his feet, pulled from both directions simultaniusly.
He noticed the pull didn't feel as strong and the items weren't as fast. He assumed the mechanics behind the Focused and Radial abilities were going to have downsides, just like anything in a game. A longsword is slow but stronger than a dagger, which is faster and usually more precise...
On another note, he felt that his pool of Omnilium was dangerously low. He had spent a great deal of his energy on the first day. He ran a hand through his long, brown hair and sighed. Deciding his expenditures would play well when he needed an upper hand, he decided not to fret over his compulsive spending. Instead, he bends over to pick up his pinstriped fedora and the knee-length duster and head on his way... It was time to explore, and he was ready to get out of this place. He felt like he'd go nuts from all that white.
Quote:“My name is Omni. This is not the world you know. This is the Omniverse. You interest me, so I have made you part of it. The Omniverse is a place that reflects the wishes of those who are part of it. But! There are rules. I will explain them only once, so listen carefully.”
Rules? Neal thought. It was strange this "thing" found him interesting, but stranger still that he apparently pulled him into a strange new dimension. At first, Neal felt he was about to become the toy of a cosmic quasi-deity, forced to dance with the tug of his strings. His worries were washed away come this being's explanation ,along with a shimmering sphere of some sort of energy-matter.
Quote:“This is Omnilium. It’s what ties the Omniverse together. Without it, you are nothing. With it, anything you desire can be yours. But you will need more than this. If you desire it enough, you will find it. You will find that using it comes naturally. Just think of what you desire most.
The orb sank into his skin before Neal could stop it. He shook his hands, trying to see if any residue would return to the surface. None did. Anything I desire? He considered the implications. He considered the similarities. This Omnilium felt familiar. The moment he thought about it, the moment he placed it - Omnilium was basically experience! More specifically, Omnilium was EXP, the metaphysical points that fueled a game character's power.
Quote:“You will not be alone in the Omniverse. There are others. Of course, they, too desire Omnilium. Do not fear death. For as long as you interest me, you will be reborn.
“That’s all you need to know right now. You’ll figure out the rest soon enough. I’ll be watching … and waiting.”
That was incredibly dark. "For as long as you interest me..." Did that mean that as soon as Neal were to become boring, he'd lose the immortality this being seemed to place upon him? And how would he know? Even with these questions burning into his mind, the darkness fades - and along with it, Omni.
He was left there, in a realm of white, alone. There was just a single fountain, which he stares at for a long, hard moment. What now? Neal questions himself. Suddenly aware of a solid ground beneath him, he stood. He looks around once more and spots no one... so to sort things out, he turns and sits himself upon the edge of the fountain.
"Alright," he spoke aloud, to reassure himself. "Pros and Cons. Pro: I'm in a fantasy world with levels." That's a good one, he thought. "Con: I'm subject to the whim of an almighty being and in a dimension that is apparently governed by him..." Omniphysics? He had trouble getting over that one, especially considering his attachment to the physical laws of Earth. "Pro: I can level up... and apparently have powers... Con: I'm currently level one, and there are others. ... Pro: I don't have to go to work tomorrow... or ever..." And silence befalls his mind.
He slaps his knees as he rises to his feet. "I was already whims to an almighty being, I just called him boss. Level one is only temporary, and this is fucking awesome. Yup." He figured normal people would be freaking out at this point. Not him, though. Neal had practically prayed for such a cosmic interjection in his otherwise boring life. First thing's first. I need a power. Somehting small, something basic...
What was simple and basic, yet adaptable and multinational? A smirk curls the young man's lips. His hands rose to his head in praise to his genius brain. He'd had this argument so many times before. He doesn't even the notice his favorite hat dropping to the white floor as he brings his hands down from his crown to focus more around his temples. Telekinesis!
Immediately, he focused around the power, and all the things he'd need to go with it. At first, it felt like an energy was being pulled from his body, not unpleasant but strange as if he could actually feel the motion of omnilium. Maybe that was his imagination. The pain though, that was not so much imagined. It started as a heavy pulsating as if his brain were swelling within his skull. Then sharp pains jab at every angle. His scalp burns and his eyes ache.
Neal sinks to his knees, his hands going from directing the flow to simply cradling his skull. He gasps for breath, hoping the intake of oxygen would help the roaring in his cranium. Eventually, it did. The roar lessened slowly, leaving behind a numbness. There was no reason why it hurt. He had no explanation anymore, except that he had just attained the superhuman status he had always desired.
As his vision cleared, he spotted a drop of blood on the white ground. He almost immediately knew what it was from. Lifting his hand to his nose, he found a thick wetness. He checked his ears too, and then his eyes. Small trails of blood. Brain Hemorrhaging was often a common side effect of extensive psionic use. It replaced muscle damage for those overusing a super-physical stat. It meant that there would be limitations. Ergo the tidbit about needing more Omnilium.
It would be good to keep that in mind, but for now Neal wanted to try out his new found power. He rises to his feet slowly, his head swirling slightly from the change in position. That would pass soon enough, allowing Neal to peer around for a potential target. He then noted his hat upside down on the ground. Glancing down, he noted his long coat still in place. He must have been heading to or coming from a gathering of his nerdy friends when he was nabbed. Neal suddenly smirks. If only they could see me now.
Back on topic, he holds his hand out to the hat. Even though his power was telekinesis, he felt using his body would help focus... and with a twinge in the back of his mind, the hat drifted from the ground towards his hand rather quickly. He could feel he'd just spent Omnilium. To do the opposite, Neal held up his hand, letting the hat rest upside down in his palm. Another twinge, and the hat rises, tossed into the air without physical force.
Alright, focused is easy... time for another approach. Neal slid off his jacket and tossed it on the ground. His hat fell just a ways behind him, adding another target. This time he resisted using his hands. Instead, he simply focused on pushing all around him. After a moment, he heard the telltale skidding of his hat and coat across the ground. "Oh yea! Who's the man? I'm the man!" More Omnilium spent, but it was worth it. He focused again and in another loss of Omnilium, the items soon tap against his feet, pulled from both directions simultaniusly.
He noticed the pull didn't feel as strong and the items weren't as fast. He assumed the mechanics behind the Focused and Radial abilities were going to have downsides, just like anything in a game. A longsword is slow but stronger than a dagger, which is faster and usually more precise...
On another note, he felt that his pool of Omnilium was dangerously low. He had spent a great deal of his energy on the first day. He ran a hand through his long, brown hair and sighed. Deciding his expenditures would play well when he needed an upper hand, he decided not to fret over his compulsive spending. Instead, he bends over to pick up his pinstriped fedora and the knee-length duster and head on his way... It was time to explore, and he was ready to get out of this place. He felt like he'd go nuts from all that white.