09-11-2015, 10:06 PM
Jade Harley’s eyes open to an arrestingly bright light, which feels as if it might very well be burning out her corneas.
She squeezes them shut again before they have barely opened a sliver, without delay pressing her palms against her eye sockets as infra-black stars cycle all throughout her vision. Sharp cracks of pain vacillate about the inside of her skull like colossal satellites in an excruciatingly purplish-red space skirmish— white-hot lasers, fizzing firecracker-smoke and all— lending to a truly terrible migraine.
“Ow! I’m not feeling too hot, gosh.”
Being on that dim Prospitian battleship for so long with nothing but the empty void of space to look at must have done something to compromise her vision! Sort of like staying inside all day and then finally emerging into the sunlight— although, Jade wouldn’t have that much experience with that, for she trekked outdoors every day to explore the jungle on her island!
She can still remember the cool shade under the emerald green trees, her ankles brushing against the long strands of dew-dripped grass in the pinkish haze of the morning hours, the feel of an ocean breeze rustling through her hair and a salty prickling on her red-tinged cheeks. Yes, the only knowledge she would have about staying inside all day would be from one of her friends on the mainland, like Joh—
Wait, who was she thinking about, again? Suddenly, it seems a lot harder to remember where she is and what she is supposed to be doing. How terribly unfortunate.
Her face scrunches up in thought, green eyes still tightly closed. It’s a sort of comical sight: just some random flighty broad with striped socks and ruby red slippers splayed out on the ground, looking as if she is concentrating to an almost painful degree.
Jade rolls heavily over onto her side, mussing a hand through her hair as she thinks, idly scratching behind one of her white doggy ears while deep in thought. Now, where is she...? Oh, right! She recalls, now. She had been on her golden ship, yes, she remembers that much; and then… then, things aren’t as crystal clear.
She does, however, recollect a one-sided conversation with a being all too similar to the White Text Asshole for her liking. Although, he hadn’t spoken so much in annoying riddles or cryptic messages to deliberately piss her off, which was very kind of him. Actually, that Omni guy had seemed pretty straightforward and nice! She still wants to kick him in the shins for dropping her here without so much as a proper warning first, but only a little bit, because she’s so thankful.
The Witch of Space scrabbles blindly around her with one hand, searching for something, anything to rid herself of this dazzlingly bright obstacle that is keeping her from taking a proper look around. This lasts for a number of minutes as Jade contemplates just what she would like to have to cover her face with, trying to visualize an exact item down to the very last detail. Maybe a cloth, or a handful of leaves, a scarf or a bandana or some miraculous shades—
A multitude of alternating colors— a rainbow of irregular tones and shimmering, globular energy— prick at the edges of her vision, fluid and rolling behind the shutter of eyelashes she squints through. Jade pauses in her floundering until the light show fades, focusing intently on the coursing essence. After a moment of hesitation, she wriggles her fingers in the general direction of the where the wavering lights once were.
To Jade’s surprise, her hands graze over a plastic object about the size of a twig, made up of synthetic-smooth pieces that clink together and which is definitely super-duper mysterious in origin. Jade laces her fingers around it, scrunching her brows but daring to open her eyes by a hairsbreadth.
Her face immediately lights up at what she finds.
“Sunglasses? Nice!”
They look just like Dave’s, impressively-large tinted lenses that would balance well only when pushed flat against the space between her eyebrows. Some real suave-looking aviator shades. Jade falls in love instantly, and gleefully jams them onto her face, albeit a bit clumsily, because she’s already wearing her round-lensed glasses. This must be that Omnilium stuff that faceless guy was talking about! Neat!
With her fresh cool kid shades in place, Jade takes a moment to look around. Her mouth promptly plops open in surprise, for there isn’t much to be seen but a blank white nothingness through the protective, tinted sheen of the glasses. Well, okay, maybe not – she thinks she can spy a wavering horizon line, and about eight odd shapes in the distance. There are no grassy lawns or glades in sight, nor is there any sort of moonrise or sunset apparent. Every inch of this flat land is starkly illuminated by some unseen light source.
This Omni guy sure has a knack for creating nonsensical places, Jade reflects. But, then again, as a wonderful storyteller once wrote, “A little nonsense, now and then, is relished by the wisest men.”
Quickly scrambling to her feet, Jade notices for the first time that her sense of Space has become a tad skewed. Even when she focuses really hard, she can’t quite latch onto any of those objects in the distance, and only tiny lime green sparks skitter across her fingertips when she attempts to grab onto and lift a chunk of the ground into the air.
She can still sort of feel the particles there, fuzzy and tingling grains across her mindscape, but she highly doubts that she would be able to sense anything that were in motion, much less an attack. It will be absolutely imperative that she remain on her guard, here.
After a beat has passed, she attempts to pick her feet off of the ground and maybe drift into the sky a ways, teetering upwards and onto the balls of her feet. This also proves to be an ineffectual attempt, and the only result is Jade standing on the tippy-tops of her toes and looking quite ridiculous.
“Huh. That’s no good.”
With a discouraged sigh, Jade places her hands on her hips and splays her slippers flat on the ground again. Oh well, maybe she can figure that out later. For now, she should take a look around already, gosh darnit.
Spinning on her heel, the trappings of her star-dusted dress twirling softly about her legs, Jade turns around to take in the full landscape. There is still a bunch of blank white space, empty and strangely off-putting, but something special catches Jade’s eye. A glassy elevator, one that extends ever skyward, glints harmoniously with the enigmatic brightness that encompasses all of the Nexus. Jade wonders where it might go, and if it would even be wise to approach.
She takes an abortive step towards it, pauses, and then takes a step backwards again. There’s really no sense in trying her luck now, anyways— she should scope out one of the specks in the distance, instead. Her curiosity is just begging her to do so, and Jade doesn’t have to heart to beat it back down into submission.
“But which one?” Jade asks herself, biting her lip and making her buckteeth all the more prominent. Her two pairs of glasses make a desperate attempt to leap from her face, but Jade flicks them back up onto her nose again with a toss of her head. When she looks back up, she notices that she is directly facing one of the distant points on the horizon. “Maybe that one?”
Yes, Jade decides. Definitely that one. You’ve wasted enough time fondly regarding Omni’s c̶r̶u̶s̶t̶a̶c̶e̶a̶n creation— now, you’ve gotta buck up and get a move on!
With this resolution suspended at the forefront of her mind, Jade starts off at a decent stride towards the random dot. She thinks she might be headed South, but you can’t be too certain when in a place composed mainly of negative, empty space! There isn’t even a tree to check the moss of or a sun to use for astrological reference.
Besides all that, this unanticipated expedition is strangely… freeing. Like another Game, only with less world-ending consequences and omnipotent time-traveling demons (at least, she hopes there aren’t any). Jade can only hope that this string of pleasant revelations continues! Heck, maybe she will be able to truly finish a quest, this time!
As she walks, Jade thinks back to what she had been trying to think more clearly about earlier. It is almost as if there is a concrete dam at the back of her mind, preventing a gushing, tumultuous flood of world-shattering memories from breaching her current mental sanctity. She supposes that this might be for the best, but darn if it doesn’t niggle at her with every step she takes!
Letting out a frustrated huff of air through her nose, Jade scowls down at her hands and raises them up nearer towards her face for inspection. Why does she feel as if she could do so much more? As if she could have once flared with all the fiery potency of a distant, green-tinted sun, and understood every last inch of the universe down to the very atoms that make up her fingernails? As if she had once carried a whole solar system in the palms of her hands, the curves of her dress encompassing thousands of laced, twinkling constellations of a universe long-dead and utterly, wholly, gravely doomed to fail?
Jade growls to herself and crosses her arms across her chest as she marches, looking glumly down at her trudging feet. Something vital to her very reality has been irreparably interrupted, this is true. She shouldn’t let it get her down, however— things like this happen… they happen for a reason, and even if they don’t she will make sure that this whole detour has meaning. She wouldn’t accept it otherwise.
With a new spring to her step and a purposeful quality added to her posture, Jade notes with delight that she is coming up on the indistinct shape she had originally set off for. Now, it has taken a more definite form, almost like the arch of a gateway. Jade might not be able to feel the world turn beneath her feet anymore, but she’s undeniably going places.
She draws to a halt a few uncertain metres short of it and lets her arms fall to her sides. Jade knows that she wasn’t always so prone to hesitancy, to stuttering steps and twisted breaths. She supposes that being god-tier has done this to her— made her afraid of dying for the wrong reason, or, in fact, a heroic one.
There is a moment where she envisions a mere possibility; one where she is the adversary, destroyer of worlds, pointed teeth and fingers crooked like claws, the Big Bad Wolf dripping green flame from jowls blacker than eldritch brine. Then, the daymare abruptly vanishes, and she can breathe again.
One of her snowy-white dog ears flicks to the side. Jade cants her head a touch to the left, curiosity sparkling in her eyes as she peers at the archway.
“…??”
It seems to be a portal of some sort, ringed by a frigid vein of ice and powdered with the occasional dash of pristine snow. She can’t see anything through it, however, as the contents of the gateway itself are shrouded in an impenetrable film of complete, unmitigated whiteness.
Jade raps her knuckles against one side of the doorway, just to make sure that this object is, in fact, solid. It is cool to the touch and sticks for roughly half a second to her skin before she pulls away. It is enough to chill the bone and blood underneath, and Jade rubs idly at the now-reddened patch of skin on her curled fingers.
“Okay, that’s okay, I guess. Do I just…?”
The dark-haired girl reaches out with her sense of Space, grasping for anything, anything at all, to indicate just what she is considering jumping through, but unfortunately comes back without anything definitive. She tries again, only this time by sticking a hand through, but with returns that are much the same when she withdraws. Bitter, numbing cold clings to her fingers.
Her god-tier pajamas should be warm enough to protect her, Jade considers. The outfit is surprisingly resilient to most things, after all, and if she can survive an explosive blast of shaving cream, by golly she can handle a little cold spell.
She stalwartly ignores the fact that said shaving cream actually succeeding in killing her before she ascended to the god-tiers.
Taking a step back, Jade critically regards the portal, chin lifted high in the air. Then, without much further aplomb, she leaps through before she can think too hard on the matter or psyche herself out of it.
She squeezes them shut again before they have barely opened a sliver, without delay pressing her palms against her eye sockets as infra-black stars cycle all throughout her vision. Sharp cracks of pain vacillate about the inside of her skull like colossal satellites in an excruciatingly purplish-red space skirmish— white-hot lasers, fizzing firecracker-smoke and all— lending to a truly terrible migraine.
“Ow! I’m not feeling too hot, gosh.”
Being on that dim Prospitian battleship for so long with nothing but the empty void of space to look at must have done something to compromise her vision! Sort of like staying inside all day and then finally emerging into the sunlight— although, Jade wouldn’t have that much experience with that, for she trekked outdoors every day to explore the jungle on her island!
She can still remember the cool shade under the emerald green trees, her ankles brushing against the long strands of dew-dripped grass in the pinkish haze of the morning hours, the feel of an ocean breeze rustling through her hair and a salty prickling on her red-tinged cheeks. Yes, the only knowledge she would have about staying inside all day would be from one of her friends on the mainland, like Joh—
Wait, who was she thinking about, again? Suddenly, it seems a lot harder to remember where she is and what she is supposed to be doing. How terribly unfortunate.
Her face scrunches up in thought, green eyes still tightly closed. It’s a sort of comical sight: just some random flighty broad with striped socks and ruby red slippers splayed out on the ground, looking as if she is concentrating to an almost painful degree.
Jade rolls heavily over onto her side, mussing a hand through her hair as she thinks, idly scratching behind one of her white doggy ears while deep in thought. Now, where is she...? Oh, right! She recalls, now. She had been on her golden ship, yes, she remembers that much; and then… then, things aren’t as crystal clear.
She does, however, recollect a one-sided conversation with a being all too similar to the White Text Asshole for her liking. Although, he hadn’t spoken so much in annoying riddles or cryptic messages to deliberately piss her off, which was very kind of him. Actually, that Omni guy had seemed pretty straightforward and nice! She still wants to kick him in the shins for dropping her here without so much as a proper warning first, but only a little bit, because she’s so thankful.
The Witch of Space scrabbles blindly around her with one hand, searching for something, anything to rid herself of this dazzlingly bright obstacle that is keeping her from taking a proper look around. This lasts for a number of minutes as Jade contemplates just what she would like to have to cover her face with, trying to visualize an exact item down to the very last detail. Maybe a cloth, or a handful of leaves, a scarf or a bandana or some miraculous shades—
A multitude of alternating colors— a rainbow of irregular tones and shimmering, globular energy— prick at the edges of her vision, fluid and rolling behind the shutter of eyelashes she squints through. Jade pauses in her floundering until the light show fades, focusing intently on the coursing essence. After a moment of hesitation, she wriggles her fingers in the general direction of the where the wavering lights once were.
To Jade’s surprise, her hands graze over a plastic object about the size of a twig, made up of synthetic-smooth pieces that clink together and which is definitely super-duper mysterious in origin. Jade laces her fingers around it, scrunching her brows but daring to open her eyes by a hairsbreadth.
Her face immediately lights up at what she finds.
“Sunglasses? Nice!”
They look just like Dave’s, impressively-large tinted lenses that would balance well only when pushed flat against the space between her eyebrows. Some real suave-looking aviator shades. Jade falls in love instantly, and gleefully jams them onto her face, albeit a bit clumsily, because she’s already wearing her round-lensed glasses. This must be that Omnilium stuff that faceless guy was talking about! Neat!
With her fresh cool kid shades in place, Jade takes a moment to look around. Her mouth promptly plops open in surprise, for there isn’t much to be seen but a blank white nothingness through the protective, tinted sheen of the glasses. Well, okay, maybe not – she thinks she can spy a wavering horizon line, and about eight odd shapes in the distance. There are no grassy lawns or glades in sight, nor is there any sort of moonrise or sunset apparent. Every inch of this flat land is starkly illuminated by some unseen light source.
This Omni guy sure has a knack for creating nonsensical places, Jade reflects. But, then again, as a wonderful storyteller once wrote, “A little nonsense, now and then, is relished by the wisest men.”
Quickly scrambling to her feet, Jade notices for the first time that her sense of Space has become a tad skewed. Even when she focuses really hard, she can’t quite latch onto any of those objects in the distance, and only tiny lime green sparks skitter across her fingertips when she attempts to grab onto and lift a chunk of the ground into the air.
She can still sort of feel the particles there, fuzzy and tingling grains across her mindscape, but she highly doubts that she would be able to sense anything that were in motion, much less an attack. It will be absolutely imperative that she remain on her guard, here.
After a beat has passed, she attempts to pick her feet off of the ground and maybe drift into the sky a ways, teetering upwards and onto the balls of her feet. This also proves to be an ineffectual attempt, and the only result is Jade standing on the tippy-tops of her toes and looking quite ridiculous.
“Huh. That’s no good.”
With a discouraged sigh, Jade places her hands on her hips and splays her slippers flat on the ground again. Oh well, maybe she can figure that out later. For now, she should take a look around already, gosh darnit.
Spinning on her heel, the trappings of her star-dusted dress twirling softly about her legs, Jade turns around to take in the full landscape. There is still a bunch of blank white space, empty and strangely off-putting, but something special catches Jade’s eye. A glassy elevator, one that extends ever skyward, glints harmoniously with the enigmatic brightness that encompasses all of the Nexus. Jade wonders where it might go, and if it would even be wise to approach.
She takes an abortive step towards it, pauses, and then takes a step backwards again. There’s really no sense in trying her luck now, anyways— she should scope out one of the specks in the distance, instead. Her curiosity is just begging her to do so, and Jade doesn’t have to heart to beat it back down into submission.
“But which one?” Jade asks herself, biting her lip and making her buckteeth all the more prominent. Her two pairs of glasses make a desperate attempt to leap from her face, but Jade flicks them back up onto her nose again with a toss of her head. When she looks back up, she notices that she is directly facing one of the distant points on the horizon. “Maybe that one?”
Yes, Jade decides. Definitely that one. You’ve wasted enough time fondly regarding Omni’s c̶r̶u̶s̶t̶a̶c̶e̶a̶n creation— now, you’ve gotta buck up and get a move on!
With this resolution suspended at the forefront of her mind, Jade starts off at a decent stride towards the random dot. She thinks she might be headed South, but you can’t be too certain when in a place composed mainly of negative, empty space! There isn’t even a tree to check the moss of or a sun to use for astrological reference.
Besides all that, this unanticipated expedition is strangely… freeing. Like another Game, only with less world-ending consequences and omnipotent time-traveling demons (at least, she hopes there aren’t any). Jade can only hope that this string of pleasant revelations continues! Heck, maybe she will be able to truly finish a quest, this time!
As she walks, Jade thinks back to what she had been trying to think more clearly about earlier. It is almost as if there is a concrete dam at the back of her mind, preventing a gushing, tumultuous flood of world-shattering memories from breaching her current mental sanctity. She supposes that this might be for the best, but darn if it doesn’t niggle at her with every step she takes!
Letting out a frustrated huff of air through her nose, Jade scowls down at her hands and raises them up nearer towards her face for inspection. Why does she feel as if she could do so much more? As if she could have once flared with all the fiery potency of a distant, green-tinted sun, and understood every last inch of the universe down to the very atoms that make up her fingernails? As if she had once carried a whole solar system in the palms of her hands, the curves of her dress encompassing thousands of laced, twinkling constellations of a universe long-dead and utterly, wholly, gravely doomed to fail?
Jade growls to herself and crosses her arms across her chest as she marches, looking glumly down at her trudging feet. Something vital to her very reality has been irreparably interrupted, this is true. She shouldn’t let it get her down, however— things like this happen… they happen for a reason, and even if they don’t she will make sure that this whole detour has meaning. She wouldn’t accept it otherwise.
With a new spring to her step and a purposeful quality added to her posture, Jade notes with delight that she is coming up on the indistinct shape she had originally set off for. Now, it has taken a more definite form, almost like the arch of a gateway. Jade might not be able to feel the world turn beneath her feet anymore, but she’s undeniably going places.
She draws to a halt a few uncertain metres short of it and lets her arms fall to her sides. Jade knows that she wasn’t always so prone to hesitancy, to stuttering steps and twisted breaths. She supposes that being god-tier has done this to her— made her afraid of dying for the wrong reason, or, in fact, a heroic one.
There is a moment where she envisions a mere possibility; one where she is the adversary, destroyer of worlds, pointed teeth and fingers crooked like claws, the Big Bad Wolf dripping green flame from jowls blacker than eldritch brine. Then, the daymare abruptly vanishes, and she can breathe again.
One of her snowy-white dog ears flicks to the side. Jade cants her head a touch to the left, curiosity sparkling in her eyes as she peers at the archway.
“…??”
It seems to be a portal of some sort, ringed by a frigid vein of ice and powdered with the occasional dash of pristine snow. She can’t see anything through it, however, as the contents of the gateway itself are shrouded in an impenetrable film of complete, unmitigated whiteness.
Jade raps her knuckles against one side of the doorway, just to make sure that this object is, in fact, solid. It is cool to the touch and sticks for roughly half a second to her skin before she pulls away. It is enough to chill the bone and blood underneath, and Jade rubs idly at the now-reddened patch of skin on her curled fingers.
“Okay, that’s okay, I guess. Do I just…?”
The dark-haired girl reaches out with her sense of Space, grasping for anything, anything at all, to indicate just what she is considering jumping through, but unfortunately comes back without anything definitive. She tries again, only this time by sticking a hand through, but with returns that are much the same when she withdraws. Bitter, numbing cold clings to her fingers.
Her god-tier pajamas should be warm enough to protect her, Jade considers. The outfit is surprisingly resilient to most things, after all, and if she can survive an explosive blast of shaving cream, by golly she can handle a little cold spell.
She stalwartly ignores the fact that said shaving cream actually succeeding in killing her before she ascended to the god-tiers.
Taking a step back, Jade critically regards the portal, chin lifted high in the air. Then, without much further aplomb, she leaps through before she can think too hard on the matter or psyche herself out of it.
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