07-16-2016, 04:32 PM
I groan, yawning and rubbing at my eyes with one hand as I open the door before me. "I'm home," I shout sleepily into the house, though it only takes me a second to realize nobody's here.
An orange-brown fluffball pokes its head out from behind the upstairs doorframe. Nobody except cat, of course. "Hey, cat," I say, as I tend to do, shutting the door behind me and walking upstairs. Maybe somebody's home and they're downstairs - I don't know and in all honesty, I don't care. I slip out of my jacket, toss it relatively close to the coat rack and lift up cat. "Up ya go!"
He's getting chubby is one of my first thoughts. I give him a pat on the head and, frowning as I realize he's shedding all over my shirt, carry him through the living room and into my bedroom. Quickly I change from a pair of jeans and a t-shirt into a Madoka Magica t-shirt and a pair of loose-fitting track pants, and since it's way too warm in here for me to wear it myself, I wrap cat up in my robe. He, being the most carefree thing to ever exist, just sorta goes with it. And, of course, I tie the little belt on the robe into a bow.
I pick my present-kitty up and put him beside my pillows on the bed. With a yawn I sprawl out on my bed, too, only to find my eyes drifting for the window. The moon's up and I can't see a single star - thanks, city lights - but it's still a peaceful enough sight without them.
But wouldn’t it be nice to see a starry sky? Wouldn’t it be nice to spend a night under the stars, maybe with some friends, relaxing after a long day spent doing…
...doing what? What could possibly be worth doing in this world that would warrant something so cinematic, so fulfilling and picturesque in nature? Not too much, I conclude, groaning.
I think back to… not long ago, maybe an hour or two ago - being in the music room at school, celebrating my birthday. Sure, it was nice and all, but lying here now makes me think of it as such a fleeting moment… a momentary distraction to make the muted, monotone days a little more bearable. Which is, of course, why I wished to be whisked off, like I had every year for the past four years.
“Happy seventeenth,” I whisper to myself. “Once more, same as before.”
The fact that tomorrow was a Monday didn’t help, either. Monday meant school, even if it was the last week of it. And school meant, of course, effort had to be put into things. Not worthwhile or fun things, mind - it never seemed to be worthwhile or fun things.
Wouldn’t it be nice to just go someplace else? As nice as it is to think about, it’s never going to happen.
Deciding there’s no benefit to sitting around moping, I bury my head in my pillow, shut my eyes and hug my snuggly cat close. “G’night, cat,” I mutter and the corners of my mouth perk up.
I yawn, stretch and smile, letting out a long sigh as relief spreads through my relaxing muscles. “G’morning, cat,” I say, leaving my eyes shut. “If you wanna bugger off, go ahead, I think I’m gonna just…”
I open my eyes. “Who turned on the lights?” Suddenly, something feels wrong. I can’t tell what, but something is definitely wrong. “What in the HHH--”
My voice. My voice is easily half an octave higher than it should be. And… I’m wet? My eyes dart about, and it only takes me a second to process that I’M SLEEPING IN A FOUNTAIN. It takes me another second to realize that the world feels an awful lot bigger than it was when I fell asleep.
“...Maybe it’s not the world that’s gotten bigger,” I suggest to myself out loud. “Maybe it’s me that’s gotten smaller.”
I give that a moment to sink in, then laugh. “As if!...” I catch my reflection in the waters below me, still rippling slightly from when I woke up. “As if I… could’ve sworn I wasn’t this tiny when I fell asleep,” I comment, scanning myself up and down.
“...Weird.”
A few minutes worth of pacing, trying to figure out just what’s going on here and struggling to think of a solution to the wet clothes issue later, I notice something I also swear wasn’t like it is now a moment ago. There’s a narrow but tall tent in front of me, just a fews steps away from the random-fountain-in-the-middle-of-nowhere. After trying to knock on it and ask if anyone’s inside (only to awkwardly realize knocking on a tent is basically just punching it and does nothing), I invite myself in.
Neato - there’s stuff in here. “So, let’s take inventory. There’s… a vanity, and on it is a blowdryer, which is always nice. There’s also… what the hell are these clothes, and there’s a towel.”
I groan at the realization that my problems have been solved by a deus ex machina of the highest variety, then my eyes widen. Deus ex machinas don’t happen just anywhere. Where am I?
The answer can wait until I’m not sopping wet, I decide and spend the next minute or two diligently drying myself and changing from pajamas into… a schoolgirl outfit. This is a straight-up schoolgirl outfit, and SOMEHOW I’m fitting into it.
As I step out of the tent, I have to admit it’s kinda nice. Before I can start playing about with my new dress as everybody is virtually obligated to do at least once, I notice either I’ve drawn attention or this fountain has. Someone’s approaching me - a woman with piercing crimson eyes and long, straightened, faded rosy-coloured hair. It doesn’t take a genius to realize she’s some kind of fighter, with a really long red spear strapped to her back. Armor-wise, though, she looks about as well-equipped as myself, meaning she is not well-equipped at all.
Nice, uh… jumpsuit, I think to myself. What even IS that? There’s a shoulderpad, and-- no, two shoulderpads, good that you’re not going for the ‘asymmetry is cool’ look. A bunch of straps, more straps, what looks like a nightgown and WHADDAYA KNOW, more straps.
“You all right?”
Suddenly I’m snapped from my thoughts by the woman’s low-alto voice, and I’m reminded my own voice is significantly higher here for… some reason. Furthermore, I’m reminded of how tiny I am by the fact that she’s looking down at me. Sheesh, she’s gotta be at least six feet tall…
“...I’ll take your silence as a yes,” she adds, raising an eyebrow. “I take it you just arrived here?”
I frown. “Yeah, you take it right. Would be nice if I knew what ‘here’ was, or what’s going on, or pretty much anything at all. Was I supposed to get a memo? I didn’t get a memo.” I fold my arms and sit down on the edge of the fountain, unintentionally making myself appear more diminutive in size in the process.
The woman, in the meantime, has narrowed her eyes. “That shouldn’t be the case,” she mutters, and I get the feeling I overheard something. She continues, her voice raising to normal volume again, “perhaps you’ve lost your memory? I hear that’s not unlikely for new arrivals.”
It hadn’t occurred to me that I might want to check something I took for granted so like my memory. Or maybe I did beforehand, because I honestly can’t remember whether I did or not.
I groan as loudly and melodramatically as I can.
The woman giggles at the resulting sound. “Charming,” she says sarcastically, though she continues to laugh. “We’ve delayed introductions long enough - my name is Ciamath. I’m a wanderer of sorts. Perhaps you have interest in joining me?”
Either I’ve met a crazy person, I’ve become a crazy person or I’m living a dream come true. Play it cool. Say yes, but don’t come off as too excited--
“FUCKING SOLD!” I shout, beaming with my eyes wide. “But, uh-- where are we going, even? Everything is, uh… what’s the word…” I tap my cheek for a moment. “Oh, right. Nothing.”
“Which is why we’re not going to stay here,” she answers, then clears her throat. “Since you clearly don’t remember receiving this explanation - this world is called the Omniverse. This part which we currently occupy is called the Nexus. It acts as a crossroads between different worlds, all of which boast a theme unique to them - the Vasty Deep that way is a colossal ocean, for instance.” She points over my head. “As another example, I was headed for Camelot. It might be wise for you to head the same way, since you could use some equipment. A sword, at the very least, might do you well.”
My eyelids go slack as I examine the area somewhat tiredly. “Doesn’t look like I need to keep too safe around here, but whatever you say, Miss Giant Spear.”
“It doesn’t hurt to be armed,” she replies. “While you may be a Prime, unless you’re a skilled unarmed fighter, you’re not particularly useful or powerful at the moment by any means. If you’re fast, you might outrun me if you’re lucky.”
I open my mouth to respond, then realize there’s a vocabulary word I don’t know. “Prime? Whuzzahh-- what’s a Prime? Me? I’m not fast,” I add on an unrelated note.
“Ah, right. There are two main types of creatures in the Omniverse - Primes and Secondaries. Most of the Omniverse consists of Secondaries. A very small amount of the Omniverse’s inhabitants are Primes. Primes are incredibly powerful creatures - mostly human, like yourself, I presume - who were summoned by Omni. Secondaries are summoned by Primes. I am a Secondary. You are a Prime.”
I narrow my eyes. “Two questions. One’s completely rhetorical - is the power of something summoned based on who summoned them, then? Second-- who summoned you?”
Ciamath looks away. “That I do not know. Before my arrival here, I remember very little,” she admits. “Which is why I’m going to lend you a hand, even if only for a while. I should teach you one more thing, though.”
I stand up and stretch my arms out. I feel weirdly stiff as I think about traveling. “What?”
“In this Omniverse, everything is made up of something called Omnilium. You, being a Prime, are capable of storing and manipulating it with ease. In order to cut down the time we spend traveling, why not conjure us some kind of vehicle? It should take a few minutes, but it will be worth the time it takes. I can wait if you’d like, or I’ll just lead the way if you don’t want to bother.” She takes my former place on the fountain - even with her sitting down and me standing up, I’m not taller than her or even equal in height. Despite my mild disappointment, I nod.
“So… do I need to do anything particular?” I ask, rubbing my neck a little uncomfortably. “How’s this work?”
“Just imagine something you want, and it should appear before too long. I can wait until it works,” she repeats.
So I do just that. I start trying to grasp at something, anything - no, a car wouldn’t do, I wouldn’t be able to reach the pedals. I don’t know how to fly a plane, I’d probably be too scared to ride a horse… so why not a bike? And maybe it wouldn’t hurt to have my phone around here, too…
After about five minutes of having my eyes shut and not peeking, how dare you accuse me, I open my eyes and see a black bike about my height with red writing along its frame outlined with yellowish rings. Beside it, as I wanted it, is my phone in its case, which is also black. Deciding the first best course of action is to pick up my phone, I do just that, unlocking it and noticing… it feels very alien. It’s not like what I remember it being, or at least what I remember remembering it as.
Amnesia sucks.
NO SIGNAL. Wifi seems fine, though. I decide I’ll figure out what the Internet’s like on the ride if I can, but as I think about that, I wonder how I’ll even ride my bike like this. It’s designed for someone almost six feet tall, so how could I possibly--
“Oh, Ciamath!” I call as a nonexistent lightbulb glows overhead. She looks over in intrigue and walks over after a moment spent looking at the contraption I just summoned. “Interesting,” she comments. “Is this some sort of primitive motorbike?”
I groan harder than any human being has ever groaned before. “It’s a bicycle. It doesn’t have a motor. You pedal. Like, with your legs. You move the things around on a circle and the bike moves--”
Realizing I have no idea how a bike works, I conclude, “it’s magic or something.”
Ciamath reaches one leg over the bike, straddling the seat. It’s then that I notice there’s only one other place on the bike to sit, and that’s the basket at the front.
Immediately I regret every decision I ever made and reluctantly hop into it. “Just hold onto the handlebars and pedal. It shouldn’t be too hard--”
Suddenly the bike starts to fly forward. A scream pours out of my throat and into the air as we hurtle toward what looks like a little ring off in the distance. “HOLY SHIT WHAT WHY HOW IS THIS-- STOP!” I shout, then think about what would happen if we actually did. “WAIT, DON’T! I’LL GO FLYING!”
I look back at Ciamath. She seems to be casually pedaling away, but on her face is what looks like an expression of fear and regret - an expression that asks, what have I done?
About ten minutes passes before the ring grows to a window, and a window to a gate in terms of apparent size. Earlier on I was worried about whether or not we’d survive impacting with it, but now it seems like we’ll be fine - it looks like some kind of portal, and Ciamath has reassured me that is in fact the case. She requests over the wind flying past us, “when we’ve finally stopped moving, can you summon something else? Please?”
“I HAVEN’T STOPPED INTERNALLY SCREAMING SINCE WE STARTED MOVING,” I scream very externally. She takes that as the yes that it is and we draw even closer to the portal.
This place remains as confusing as it was when I arrived. I’ve messed around with my phone a bit, but I still have no idea what this world is. I know it’s called an Omniverse, I know it’s filled with Secondaries, and I know it’s probably dangerous out there. To think I’m going out to get a weapon right now-- it seems absurd, when I was - not too long ago - without any memory.
This, I decide, is quite a way to start an adventure. Our bike collides with the portal and passes through, carrying us with it, submerging both Ciamath and I in what feels like a liquid. I slosh around in the few seconds we spend traveling through the portal, wondering what exactly the rainbow-coloured substance we’re stuck in is, before I pop out on the other side.
This isn't the world I know. And even though it scares me, I'm loving every minute I spend in it.
An orange-brown fluffball pokes its head out from behind the upstairs doorframe. Nobody except cat, of course. "Hey, cat," I say, as I tend to do, shutting the door behind me and walking upstairs. Maybe somebody's home and they're downstairs - I don't know and in all honesty, I don't care. I slip out of my jacket, toss it relatively close to the coat rack and lift up cat. "Up ya go!"
He's getting chubby is one of my first thoughts. I give him a pat on the head and, frowning as I realize he's shedding all over my shirt, carry him through the living room and into my bedroom. Quickly I change from a pair of jeans and a t-shirt into a Madoka Magica t-shirt and a pair of loose-fitting track pants, and since it's way too warm in here for me to wear it myself, I wrap cat up in my robe. He, being the most carefree thing to ever exist, just sorta goes with it. And, of course, I tie the little belt on the robe into a bow.
I pick my present-kitty up and put him beside my pillows on the bed. With a yawn I sprawl out on my bed, too, only to find my eyes drifting for the window. The moon's up and I can't see a single star - thanks, city lights - but it's still a peaceful enough sight without them.
But wouldn’t it be nice to see a starry sky? Wouldn’t it be nice to spend a night under the stars, maybe with some friends, relaxing after a long day spent doing…
...doing what? What could possibly be worth doing in this world that would warrant something so cinematic, so fulfilling and picturesque in nature? Not too much, I conclude, groaning.
I think back to… not long ago, maybe an hour or two ago - being in the music room at school, celebrating my birthday. Sure, it was nice and all, but lying here now makes me think of it as such a fleeting moment… a momentary distraction to make the muted, monotone days a little more bearable. Which is, of course, why I wished to be whisked off, like I had every year for the past four years.
“Happy seventeenth,” I whisper to myself. “Once more, same as before.”
The fact that tomorrow was a Monday didn’t help, either. Monday meant school, even if it was the last week of it. And school meant, of course, effort had to be put into things. Not worthwhile or fun things, mind - it never seemed to be worthwhile or fun things.
Wouldn’t it be nice to just go someplace else? As nice as it is to think about, it’s never going to happen.
Deciding there’s no benefit to sitting around moping, I bury my head in my pillow, shut my eyes and hug my snuggly cat close. “G’night, cat,” I mutter and the corners of my mouth perk up.
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I yawn, stretch and smile, letting out a long sigh as relief spreads through my relaxing muscles. “G’morning, cat,” I say, leaving my eyes shut. “If you wanna bugger off, go ahead, I think I’m gonna just…”
I open my eyes. “Who turned on the lights?” Suddenly, something feels wrong. I can’t tell what, but something is definitely wrong. “What in the HHH--”
My voice. My voice is easily half an octave higher than it should be. And… I’m wet? My eyes dart about, and it only takes me a second to process that I’M SLEEPING IN A FOUNTAIN. It takes me another second to realize that the world feels an awful lot bigger than it was when I fell asleep.
“...Maybe it’s not the world that’s gotten bigger,” I suggest to myself out loud. “Maybe it’s me that’s gotten smaller.”
I give that a moment to sink in, then laugh. “As if!...” I catch my reflection in the waters below me, still rippling slightly from when I woke up. “As if I… could’ve sworn I wasn’t this tiny when I fell asleep,” I comment, scanning myself up and down.
“...Weird.”
A few minutes worth of pacing, trying to figure out just what’s going on here and struggling to think of a solution to the wet clothes issue later, I notice something I also swear wasn’t like it is now a moment ago. There’s a narrow but tall tent in front of me, just a fews steps away from the random-fountain-in-the-middle-of-nowhere. After trying to knock on it and ask if anyone’s inside (only to awkwardly realize knocking on a tent is basically just punching it and does nothing), I invite myself in.
Neato - there’s stuff in here. “So, let’s take inventory. There’s… a vanity, and on it is a blowdryer, which is always nice. There’s also… what the hell are these clothes, and there’s a towel.”
I groan at the realization that my problems have been solved by a deus ex machina of the highest variety, then my eyes widen. Deus ex machinas don’t happen just anywhere. Where am I?
The answer can wait until I’m not sopping wet, I decide and spend the next minute or two diligently drying myself and changing from pajamas into… a schoolgirl outfit. This is a straight-up schoolgirl outfit, and SOMEHOW I’m fitting into it.
As I step out of the tent, I have to admit it’s kinda nice. Before I can start playing about with my new dress as everybody is virtually obligated to do at least once, I notice either I’ve drawn attention or this fountain has. Someone’s approaching me - a woman with piercing crimson eyes and long, straightened, faded rosy-coloured hair. It doesn’t take a genius to realize she’s some kind of fighter, with a really long red spear strapped to her back. Armor-wise, though, she looks about as well-equipped as myself, meaning she is not well-equipped at all.
Nice, uh… jumpsuit, I think to myself. What even IS that? There’s a shoulderpad, and-- no, two shoulderpads, good that you’re not going for the ‘asymmetry is cool’ look. A bunch of straps, more straps, what looks like a nightgown and WHADDAYA KNOW, more straps.
“You all right?”
Suddenly I’m snapped from my thoughts by the woman’s low-alto voice, and I’m reminded my own voice is significantly higher here for… some reason. Furthermore, I’m reminded of how tiny I am by the fact that she’s looking down at me. Sheesh, she’s gotta be at least six feet tall…
“...I’ll take your silence as a yes,” she adds, raising an eyebrow. “I take it you just arrived here?”
I frown. “Yeah, you take it right. Would be nice if I knew what ‘here’ was, or what’s going on, or pretty much anything at all. Was I supposed to get a memo? I didn’t get a memo.” I fold my arms and sit down on the edge of the fountain, unintentionally making myself appear more diminutive in size in the process.
The woman, in the meantime, has narrowed her eyes. “That shouldn’t be the case,” she mutters, and I get the feeling I overheard something. She continues, her voice raising to normal volume again, “perhaps you’ve lost your memory? I hear that’s not unlikely for new arrivals.”
It hadn’t occurred to me that I might want to check something I took for granted so like my memory. Or maybe I did beforehand, because I honestly can’t remember whether I did or not.
I groan as loudly and melodramatically as I can.
The woman giggles at the resulting sound. “Charming,” she says sarcastically, though she continues to laugh. “We’ve delayed introductions long enough - my name is Ciamath. I’m a wanderer of sorts. Perhaps you have interest in joining me?”
Either I’ve met a crazy person, I’ve become a crazy person or I’m living a dream come true. Play it cool. Say yes, but don’t come off as too excited--
“FUCKING SOLD!” I shout, beaming with my eyes wide. “But, uh-- where are we going, even? Everything is, uh… what’s the word…” I tap my cheek for a moment. “Oh, right. Nothing.”
“Which is why we’re not going to stay here,” she answers, then clears her throat. “Since you clearly don’t remember receiving this explanation - this world is called the Omniverse. This part which we currently occupy is called the Nexus. It acts as a crossroads between different worlds, all of which boast a theme unique to them - the Vasty Deep that way is a colossal ocean, for instance.” She points over my head. “As another example, I was headed for Camelot. It might be wise for you to head the same way, since you could use some equipment. A sword, at the very least, might do you well.”
My eyelids go slack as I examine the area somewhat tiredly. “Doesn’t look like I need to keep too safe around here, but whatever you say, Miss Giant Spear.”
“It doesn’t hurt to be armed,” she replies. “While you may be a Prime, unless you’re a skilled unarmed fighter, you’re not particularly useful or powerful at the moment by any means. If you’re fast, you might outrun me if you’re lucky.”
I open my mouth to respond, then realize there’s a vocabulary word I don’t know. “Prime? Whuzzahh-- what’s a Prime? Me? I’m not fast,” I add on an unrelated note.
“Ah, right. There are two main types of creatures in the Omniverse - Primes and Secondaries. Most of the Omniverse consists of Secondaries. A very small amount of the Omniverse’s inhabitants are Primes. Primes are incredibly powerful creatures - mostly human, like yourself, I presume - who were summoned by Omni. Secondaries are summoned by Primes. I am a Secondary. You are a Prime.”
I narrow my eyes. “Two questions. One’s completely rhetorical - is the power of something summoned based on who summoned them, then? Second-- who summoned you?”
Ciamath looks away. “That I do not know. Before my arrival here, I remember very little,” she admits. “Which is why I’m going to lend you a hand, even if only for a while. I should teach you one more thing, though.”
I stand up and stretch my arms out. I feel weirdly stiff as I think about traveling. “What?”
“In this Omniverse, everything is made up of something called Omnilium. You, being a Prime, are capable of storing and manipulating it with ease. In order to cut down the time we spend traveling, why not conjure us some kind of vehicle? It should take a few minutes, but it will be worth the time it takes. I can wait if you’d like, or I’ll just lead the way if you don’t want to bother.” She takes my former place on the fountain - even with her sitting down and me standing up, I’m not taller than her or even equal in height. Despite my mild disappointment, I nod.
“So… do I need to do anything particular?” I ask, rubbing my neck a little uncomfortably. “How’s this work?”
“Just imagine something you want, and it should appear before too long. I can wait until it works,” she repeats.
So I do just that. I start trying to grasp at something, anything - no, a car wouldn’t do, I wouldn’t be able to reach the pedals. I don’t know how to fly a plane, I’d probably be too scared to ride a horse… so why not a bike? And maybe it wouldn’t hurt to have my phone around here, too…
After about five minutes of having my eyes shut and not peeking, how dare you accuse me, I open my eyes and see a black bike about my height with red writing along its frame outlined with yellowish rings. Beside it, as I wanted it, is my phone in its case, which is also black. Deciding the first best course of action is to pick up my phone, I do just that, unlocking it and noticing… it feels very alien. It’s not like what I remember it being, or at least what I remember remembering it as.
Amnesia sucks.
NO SIGNAL. Wifi seems fine, though. I decide I’ll figure out what the Internet’s like on the ride if I can, but as I think about that, I wonder how I’ll even ride my bike like this. It’s designed for someone almost six feet tall, so how could I possibly--
“Oh, Ciamath!” I call as a nonexistent lightbulb glows overhead. She looks over in intrigue and walks over after a moment spent looking at the contraption I just summoned. “Interesting,” she comments. “Is this some sort of primitive motorbike?”
I groan harder than any human being has ever groaned before. “It’s a bicycle. It doesn’t have a motor. You pedal. Like, with your legs. You move the things around on a circle and the bike moves--”
Realizing I have no idea how a bike works, I conclude, “it’s magic or something.”
Ciamath reaches one leg over the bike, straddling the seat. It’s then that I notice there’s only one other place on the bike to sit, and that’s the basket at the front.
Immediately I regret every decision I ever made and reluctantly hop into it. “Just hold onto the handlebars and pedal. It shouldn’t be too hard--”
Suddenly the bike starts to fly forward. A scream pours out of my throat and into the air as we hurtle toward what looks like a little ring off in the distance. “HOLY SHIT WHAT WHY HOW IS THIS-- STOP!” I shout, then think about what would happen if we actually did. “WAIT, DON’T! I’LL GO FLYING!”
I look back at Ciamath. She seems to be casually pedaling away, but on her face is what looks like an expression of fear and regret - an expression that asks, what have I done?
About ten minutes passes before the ring grows to a window, and a window to a gate in terms of apparent size. Earlier on I was worried about whether or not we’d survive impacting with it, but now it seems like we’ll be fine - it looks like some kind of portal, and Ciamath has reassured me that is in fact the case. She requests over the wind flying past us, “when we’ve finally stopped moving, can you summon something else? Please?”
“I HAVEN’T STOPPED INTERNALLY SCREAMING SINCE WE STARTED MOVING,” I scream very externally. She takes that as the yes that it is and we draw even closer to the portal.
This place remains as confusing as it was when I arrived. I’ve messed around with my phone a bit, but I still have no idea what this world is. I know it’s called an Omniverse, I know it’s filled with Secondaries, and I know it’s probably dangerous out there. To think I’m going out to get a weapon right now-- it seems absurd, when I was - not too long ago - without any memory.
This, I decide, is quite a way to start an adventure. Our bike collides with the portal and passes through, carrying us with it, submerging both Ciamath and I in what feels like a liquid. I slosh around in the few seconds we spend traveling through the portal, wondering what exactly the rainbow-coloured substance we’re stuck in is, before I pop out on the other side.
This isn't the world I know. And even though it scares me, I'm loving every minute I spend in it.