08-23-2017, 07:50 PM
Dongja blinked twice, dumbfounded. He was still gripping Yeo-Ee-Pil, who was trying his very best to wriggle out of it. It almost looked like Dongja was holding onto a fish out of water while trying to contemplate the tidal wave coming at him.
"Let GO, you irredeemably idiotic-"
"Where are we?" Dongja stammered.
Yeo-Ee-Pil finally wriggled out of Dongja's grip. The staff seemed to shake itself off, but in a dignified way. Well, as dignified as a worm-like metal staff could look.
"We're in Dalaran, according to one of those Faceless guards."
Dongja's jaw could have scraped the floor if it was any lower. There were machines here Dongja's admittedly frail mind couldn't even begin to comprehend. The floors were smooth to the touch, which Dongja could tell because for some ungodly reason Ogong walked around barefoot. As he stepped, he realized Ogong's feet were possibly burnt by something. Who knew. Ogong always got himself into trouble one way or another.
In any case, Dongja was pretty sure he was in the inside of a building, but it was so large the sorcerer could have sworn it was a celestial palace or something. The inside... glimmered. It was the strangest thing, as if the entire building was made out of a metallic substance, but not quite metallic. It looked the objects one might conjure if
"A-are we in the Conjuring Dimension?"
"Sorta!" Yeo-Ee-Pil chirped, as he eyed a strangely dressed woman passing by. She wore a grey robe that was far too short for her, and had a strange fins on the front, and a shirt underneath. Instead of trousers, she was wearing a strange half-dress. Her shoes were the strangest, slippers with spikes in the heel that lifted the feet up at an angle.
"It's an alternate dimension, alright," the brush continued as it eyed another woman in a similar garb, but stark black instead of grey, "And we got people from all sorts of dimensions around here. Earlier this week, I met this dude named Jim who had armor as big as a horse with this sorta glass helmet."
"That sounds stupid," Dongja chuckled, imagining the thought of wearing glass armor.
"Maybe in our world," Yeo-Ee-Pil admitted, "But that helmet took at least four or five, er, cannonballs to the face."
Dongja turned to him. "He what?"
"Yeah, tiny ones, but same mechanics. That Faceless guard wanted us to talk to a clerk, right?"
Yeo-Ee-Pil straightened and hovered into Dongja's hand. The sorcerer felt him pull towards a desk slightly.
"Come on, let's go."
Dongja looked around as he walked, still in awe about the whole place. He realized why he though the place was metallic. It was because it was clean. Not a speck of dust to be seen. Everyone was wearing the garb that Dongja saw earlier, with different variations. He noticed that the men were wearing skinny, tight trousers that veritably hugged the crotch, while the women had the tight half-dress Dongja saw earlier. Many of them were holding skinny leather satchels.
"What is this place?"
"It's called the Omniverse," the staff explained, "Basically a huge mish-mash of all the universes out there, I guess. Ogong was the one who arrived here, but I guess after he broke his hon, you got dragged in too."
"How do I get out?"
"I dunno."
Dongja smiled awkwardly at the clerk in front of him. He was standing in front of a weird machine with a piece of paper sticking out of the back. It clicked loudly as he pressed the numerous buttons on it.
"Hello, how can I help you?"
"Hi, uh," Dongja paused, "So I, sorta just got out of, your, uh, jail?"
"Ah, yes. What is your name?"
"Ok Dongja."
"He means Sun Ogong."
Dongja looked at Ogong's staff with alarm.
"What?" Yeo-Ee-Pil said, "You got in as Ogong."
"Do you permit your staff to answer for you?" the clerk asked.
"Uh... sure." Dongja shrugged.
"When were you arrested?"
"About a week ago," Yeo-Ee-Pil answered, "For... what was it? Oh yeah, reckless casting of magic and endangering the public."
"Those are some pretty serious charges." The clerk eyed the boy suspiciously. "Only a week?"
"He was possessed by a foreign spirit. Just look him up, you'll find his file."
The clerk raised one eyebrow, then pulled a small stick from inside his jacket. He waved it, and a metal cabinet about twenty meters away rattled open. A folder floated from the open cabinet to the clerk's hand. He opened the folder and read the inside.
"Ah, yes, of course. You were to be taken to the Council upon your regaining consciousness. It says here your sentient weapon is to speak for you, as you will likely not have your memories. Well, off you go."
"Uh... is the Council open now?" Dongja asked, confused.
"You'll see," the clerk droned, "Off you go. See that corridor? Go down there and take the second left."
Dongja followed the clerk's instructions, and Yeo-Ee-Pil continued to explain.
"So yeah. Mish-mash of other worlds, each with their own magic. Not too many calligraphy magicians here, I noticed, but then Ogong and I haven't been here long. Everything is made of this thing called Omnilium. It's a glowy rock thing. You can make stuff with it, but Ogong hasn't really done anything with that, so I don't know what to tell you."
"Okay," Dongja said, pretending to understand.
"You can't die, by the way. Well, you can, but you always come back. Though obviously you'll break your hon if you cast too much magic and then... well, you know."
"Yeah- wait, is Ogong in my body right now?!?"
Ogong rubbed his forehead, trying to adjust the red feather Dongja insisted on wearing under his headband. He stumbled a little, unable to keep his balance, since Dongja's body had no tail. Seriously, how do people do this?
"I'm telling you, Samjang, I'm Ogong!"
"Oppa, if you think that's gonna trick me into going out with you-"
"No, I broke my hon! I'm telling you-"
Dongja nodded thoughtfully. "So, to get Ogong back to his body, and for me to go home, I have to break his hon."
"Yeah, good luck on that, buddy," Yeo-Ee-Pil smirked, "Push that little circle with the arrow going up?"
Dongja did so. The buttons were next to large, iron gates, of which there were three. Other people were waiting to be admitted.
"Is there a line?"
"Oh no, this is one of those... Remember that "elevator" device that dog engineer invented?"
"Yeah."
"They... seriously upgraded them here."
The doors slid open. There was a small room on the other end with glass walls. Large metal ropes and various wheels floated in the air around the box. Dongja sighed.
"Yeah, sure," the boy mumbled, "Why not."
He stepped inside along with the other strangers beside him. The moment they stepped inside, they all spoke at once, listing various locations. Dongja stared at them blankly as they waited for him to say something.
"Council of Dalaran?" Yeo-Ee-Pil said.
And with that, the elevator lifted, rising rapidly. Dongja gripped onto a nearby handlebar.
"Oh my God!" he panicked, "It must be going, like, ten meters a second!"
The other passengers glanced at him, confused.
The elevator stopped smoothly, despite the incredible speed it demonstrated just moments before. The doors slid open, revealing a milky wall of floating liquid.
"What the hell..." Dongja muttered.
Few of the people stepped inside, the liquid warping as they entered. The doors slid close and the elevator began to shoot upwards again. Another group of people left. The third time the elevator stopped, everyone stepped out. A voice rang in Dongja's head.
"Your destination, the Council of Dalaran."
"Now a lady is talking in my head."
Dongja straightened himself and walked into the warping liquid.
"Let GO, you irredeemably idiotic-"
"Where are we?" Dongja stammered.
Yeo-Ee-Pil finally wriggled out of Dongja's grip. The staff seemed to shake itself off, but in a dignified way. Well, as dignified as a worm-like metal staff could look.
"We're in Dalaran, according to one of those Faceless guards."
Dongja's jaw could have scraped the floor if it was any lower. There were machines here Dongja's admittedly frail mind couldn't even begin to comprehend. The floors were smooth to the touch, which Dongja could tell because for some ungodly reason Ogong walked around barefoot. As he stepped, he realized Ogong's feet were possibly burnt by something. Who knew. Ogong always got himself into trouble one way or another.
In any case, Dongja was pretty sure he was in the inside of a building, but it was so large the sorcerer could have sworn it was a celestial palace or something. The inside... glimmered. It was the strangest thing, as if the entire building was made out of a metallic substance, but not quite metallic. It looked the objects one might conjure if
"A-are we in the Conjuring Dimension?"
"Sorta!" Yeo-Ee-Pil chirped, as he eyed a strangely dressed woman passing by. She wore a grey robe that was far too short for her, and had a strange fins on the front, and a shirt underneath. Instead of trousers, she was wearing a strange half-dress. Her shoes were the strangest, slippers with spikes in the heel that lifted the feet up at an angle.
"It's an alternate dimension, alright," the brush continued as it eyed another woman in a similar garb, but stark black instead of grey, "And we got people from all sorts of dimensions around here. Earlier this week, I met this dude named Jim who had armor as big as a horse with this sorta glass helmet."
"That sounds stupid," Dongja chuckled, imagining the thought of wearing glass armor.
"Maybe in our world," Yeo-Ee-Pil admitted, "But that helmet took at least four or five, er, cannonballs to the face."
Dongja turned to him. "He what?"
"Yeah, tiny ones, but same mechanics. That Faceless guard wanted us to talk to a clerk, right?"
Yeo-Ee-Pil straightened and hovered into Dongja's hand. The sorcerer felt him pull towards a desk slightly.
"Come on, let's go."
Dongja looked around as he walked, still in awe about the whole place. He realized why he though the place was metallic. It was because it was clean. Not a speck of dust to be seen. Everyone was wearing the garb that Dongja saw earlier, with different variations. He noticed that the men were wearing skinny, tight trousers that veritably hugged the crotch, while the women had the tight half-dress Dongja saw earlier. Many of them were holding skinny leather satchels.
"What is this place?"
"It's called the Omniverse," the staff explained, "Basically a huge mish-mash of all the universes out there, I guess. Ogong was the one who arrived here, but I guess after he broke his hon, you got dragged in too."
"How do I get out?"
"I dunno."
Dongja smiled awkwardly at the clerk in front of him. He was standing in front of a weird machine with a piece of paper sticking out of the back. It clicked loudly as he pressed the numerous buttons on it.
"Hello, how can I help you?"
"Hi, uh," Dongja paused, "So I, sorta just got out of, your, uh, jail?"
"Ah, yes. What is your name?"
"Ok Dongja."
"He means Sun Ogong."
Dongja looked at Ogong's staff with alarm.
"What?" Yeo-Ee-Pil said, "You got in as Ogong."
"Do you permit your staff to answer for you?" the clerk asked.
"Uh... sure." Dongja shrugged.
"When were you arrested?"
"About a week ago," Yeo-Ee-Pil answered, "For... what was it? Oh yeah, reckless casting of magic and endangering the public."
"Those are some pretty serious charges." The clerk eyed the boy suspiciously. "Only a week?"
"He was possessed by a foreign spirit. Just look him up, you'll find his file."
The clerk raised one eyebrow, then pulled a small stick from inside his jacket. He waved it, and a metal cabinet about twenty meters away rattled open. A folder floated from the open cabinet to the clerk's hand. He opened the folder and read the inside.
"Ah, yes, of course. You were to be taken to the Council upon your regaining consciousness. It says here your sentient weapon is to speak for you, as you will likely not have your memories. Well, off you go."
"Uh... is the Council open now?" Dongja asked, confused.
"You'll see," the clerk droned, "Off you go. See that corridor? Go down there and take the second left."
Dongja followed the clerk's instructions, and Yeo-Ee-Pil continued to explain.
"So yeah. Mish-mash of other worlds, each with their own magic. Not too many calligraphy magicians here, I noticed, but then Ogong and I haven't been here long. Everything is made of this thing called Omnilium. It's a glowy rock thing. You can make stuff with it, but Ogong hasn't really done anything with that, so I don't know what to tell you."
"Okay," Dongja said, pretending to understand.
"You can't die, by the way. Well, you can, but you always come back. Though obviously you'll break your hon if you cast too much magic and then... well, you know."
"Yeah- wait, is Ogong in my body right now?!?"
Ogong rubbed his forehead, trying to adjust the red feather Dongja insisted on wearing under his headband. He stumbled a little, unable to keep his balance, since Dongja's body had no tail. Seriously, how do people do this?
"I'm telling you, Samjang, I'm Ogong!"
"Oppa, if you think that's gonna trick me into going out with you-"
"No, I broke my hon! I'm telling you-"
Dongja nodded thoughtfully. "So, to get Ogong back to his body, and for me to go home, I have to break his hon."
"Yeah, good luck on that, buddy," Yeo-Ee-Pil smirked, "Push that little circle with the arrow going up?"
Dongja did so. The buttons were next to large, iron gates, of which there were three. Other people were waiting to be admitted.
"Is there a line?"
"Oh no, this is one of those... Remember that "elevator" device that dog engineer invented?"
"Yeah."
"They... seriously upgraded them here."
The doors slid open. There was a small room on the other end with glass walls. Large metal ropes and various wheels floated in the air around the box. Dongja sighed.
"Yeah, sure," the boy mumbled, "Why not."
He stepped inside along with the other strangers beside him. The moment they stepped inside, they all spoke at once, listing various locations. Dongja stared at them blankly as they waited for him to say something.
"Council of Dalaran?" Yeo-Ee-Pil said.
And with that, the elevator lifted, rising rapidly. Dongja gripped onto a nearby handlebar.
"Oh my God!" he panicked, "It must be going, like, ten meters a second!"
The other passengers glanced at him, confused.
The elevator stopped smoothly, despite the incredible speed it demonstrated just moments before. The doors slid open, revealing a milky wall of floating liquid.
"What the hell..." Dongja muttered.
Few of the people stepped inside, the liquid warping as they entered. The doors slid close and the elevator began to shoot upwards again. Another group of people left. The third time the elevator stopped, everyone stepped out. A voice rang in Dongja's head.
"Your destination, the Council of Dalaran."
"Now a lady is talking in my head."
Dongja straightened himself and walked into the warping liquid.
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- Meet the Council of Dalaran
- Be assigned a Master
- Train
- Train some more
- Train even more
- Earn respect of superiors
- Be admitted into Mages' Guild
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