A Foreign Place

[Simon]

There was darkness all around, Snow knew that much. Of course, he really wished to know more. For instance, why? It couldn't have been because his eyes were closed, because he had just opened them and nothing had changed. Snow looked what he presumed to be down, and couldn't even see his own body. Yet Snow knew it was there, he could feel it; his perceptions were all there, just fogged or something, he had to guess.

Wait, was there something he missed? Snow didn't know where he got that idea from, but he performed another 'look' around the nothing- no, wait, that didn't look like nothing. It looked almost like a person, at least the outline of one, and it appeared to be grinning and perhaps a bit contemplative. How did Snow know that? It's not like he could see the silhouette's face, because he most certainly couldn't see anything besides- man, this was so confusing. What is going on?, he wanted to say, but couldn't find himself to, for some strange reason.

Then it started talking. No mouth, no echo, just words straight to the brain. Right to the chase, no beating around the bush, Snow was no longer on Pulse nor Cocoon. This was Omni, and so this was his universe. The Omniverse. Whether Snow liked it or not, this was his new world to stay, to live, to craft a name for himself. It wouldn't be easy, he presumed. Omni answered with his lay of rules:

Omnilium. From what Omni implied, it seemed everything in this world was made of this odd substance. And what was here was but a fraction of a fraction, therefore, not nearly enough to make a proper living here. But as long as he desired it, Snow would find more? And to use the stuff, he had to think of what he desired? To a mind like his, it sounded almost greedy, yet the temptation was not beyond him. It did say the Omniverse was reflective of a person desires... but was Snow the only person?

No. There were others, too. They would also want Omnilium, for better or worse. But as long Omni held interest in the people within the Omniverse, Snow would assuredly never stay dead. And, by proxy, those others would not, either.

Before he could gander any more, Omni departed, and with it the darkness.

Snow had to blink a few times to make sure everything was working right. Instead of dark, there was light, a plain white all around like a pastel void. There was ground, though, some indeterminate surface Snow was able to stand on. He moved himself, winded his limbs, hopped a few times in place. All just about as it was on Pulse.

Pulse. Snow rapidly brought his left forearm up for a reference, and seemed to release a suddenly-bated tension. The brand was as he last saw it, silvered and smeared, the telltale sign his Focus did not haunt his life. Did Omni know about this? Did it even care?

Ugh... better not to think too hard about it.

[Simon]

Snow looked around the void. It was not absolutely empty; at some points off in the distance seemed to be some structures, and very close by stood... a fountain? A pool of some sort of stone, with an ornate spire up the middle to spout intricate patterns of water. Around the fountain was what Snow presumed to be a cobblestone footing, though it literally faded into the same lightness as it drew distance from the fountain. Perhaps this was just a taste of how the Omniverse seemed to work.

That's right, Omnilium. Anything he could desire, he had to think about, and it would come forth... or something to that degree. Snow wanted to start with something obvious: the Shiva Sisters, his Eidolon as a Pulse l'Cie. He closed his eyes, concentrated a bit, imagined the Sisters in his mind's eye... and was quickly slammed with some invisible recoil.

Snow snapped to attention, staggered somewhat by the backlash he suffered. Too much. Not nearly enough Omnilium to summon such beings just yet. The young man rubbed the back of his neck in contemplation. Better to start with something more simple, then? Maybe a weapon?

Snow concentrated for a few minutes more, trying to imagine one of those high-end rifles the Sanctum used. Something flowed from his body, and in moments he felt a certain weight in his arms. Sure enough, Snow discovered the weapon in question was one of those fancy modular ones that Lightning liked to used, transforming from a gun to a sword.

"...I have no idea how this works."

So now he had a gun he couldn't even use. Now what? Snow was about to throw it away, dismayed to have conjured up a waste of Omnilium. No, wait- it's not a waste if I can get the stuff back! Snow thought hard again with new resolve, this time directing his attention to the weapon itself, willing it to become Omnilium. After some time in which streams of prismatic energy weaved from the weapon, the whole thing finally dissolved into the silvery rainbow substance.

The l'Cie couldn't help but chuckle a bit to himself, sifting his hands around the blob of material. He was starting to get the hang of this! How about something bigger, he wondered. Snow closed his eyes again, concentrating on something like a small basic vehicle...

It took some time longer than it did the weapon, but Snow indeed finally sensed that feeling to the Omnilium taking form. His vision beheld a good-quality motorcycle, not too dissimilar from Shiva's Gestalt Mode but much more... typical, one might say. Nevertheless, Snow hopped onto the bike and revved the engine, greeted with a strong roar of ignition. "Now this is more like it!" Snow cried out as he gunned the engine, sending the ride rapidly forward.

He drove around in wild, quick, erratic patterns, trying to wield this bike as he might Shiva, but it was plainly clear it very much lacked all the magic and prowess of the Eidolon. He was able to cap out at a speed of about 128 KPH, which was still perfectly fast enough in his light. After a few whooping test rides around the fountain to hone his skill with the vehicle, Snow roared off towards one of the closer gates at the time, able to close the distance in a matter of minutes.