10-22-2017, 06:09 AM
Malon felt as if she'd been thrown into a raging tornado and spun around until she could no longer tell up and down apart, let alone left and right.
Was there even a left and right in this place?
What was this place even?
And who was she?
No, the answer to that one was easy. I am StrazGuDaKelKarMalGamTea. Of course.
One voice asked, and eight voices responded. They were all speaking the truth, and yet they lied. They merged with each other and split apart, each taking chunks of the others with it, then rejoined the amalgamate. It was as if a crazed sculptor was mixing different clay types then splitting them apart again.
But soon one voice elevated itself above the others, a voice stronger than all of them, and as if prompted by this action the other voices split apart again. Although, they were no longer what they had been. They were more. Each of them had given a little of itself to the others, and had received a little in return. They were mixed, yet not tainted. They were joined, yet not one. And it was good.
It was only when a single of these voices drifted back through the void back to her that she understood.
I am Malon. Of course.
As that realization hit her, the darkness began to clear up. The complete absence of everything gave way to a flood of sensations. The fresh smell of pine trees and of wet leaves. The brownish color of trampled grass before her. The taste of dirt on her tongue. The feeling of semi-hardened mud under her hands. And the sounds of other people around her.
As her sense of gravity kicked back in she realized that she was laying on the ground. Her stomach felt like it was spinning in her belly, she felt like she would be sick any moment. She forced herself not to, made herself sit up and take deep breaths through her nose and mouth. The singularity was gone, their minds were separate again, the ground was stable, they were no longer moving. Upside was up again. Repeating these thoughts in her head time and time again cleared her head until she was able to think straight once more.
Then Gamzee's and Karkat's friend, Strazio, his voice flared up inside her head. She first thought it to be an illusion, an aftereffect, but she noticed the way he was intently looking at her. Was this telepathy? Was he speaking from mind to mind?
"Ganondorf is here in the Omniverse", he said. The simple mention of his name made her tense up. He was here?! Evil incarnate, and... could it be that he was linked to the one Tearen had warned them about? Was he-
Then she was not Malon anymore. In flashes, Strazio's memories rushed through her mind as he sent them: memories of a desert with a merciless sun blazing down onto him, memories of a bar, of a man called Isaac, of a dragon... of many Primes, and most importantly of him - of Ganondorf. He looked every bit like she remembered him from that one meeting on Lonlon Ranch.
Strazio's last words did not come through to her anymore. Perhaps it was him pouring a few of his memories into her that triggered it, or perhaps it was with a delay that they popped up. In either case, Malon began hopping from body to body, from memory to memory, and in flashes she saw worlds and places that she had never been to, experienced events that she had never seen, met people that she did not know, and was people that she wasn't.
Memories of the others, of times long before they had come to the Omniverse.
A young man leading a content, simple life with his family. He was on a fishing trip with his dad, pulling a large net out of the water. Eh, that catch could be better... then he was in a bar, helping out his ma, and there was a peculiar guest. He introduced himself as Damien Alabaster. Red lightning destroyed everything he knew and held dear. He would never forget that name. He would hunt him down to the edge of the earth, and far beyond.
Like they were drained through the whirlpool at the bottom of a bathtub the memories turned into a swirl and the scene changed.
Everything turned foggy, as if the one the memories belonged to was withholding them, refusing to let them be shared. But a few of them boomed through. Flashes of books, in piles and in shelves, on the ground and on desks. A voice boomed through his mind: "Effort can overcome talent."
Yet again there was a swirl and a new scene unfolded before her eyes.
A tropical jungle. It felt familiar, a place whose every nook and cranny she knew inside and out. Of course. She had spent more years than she cared to count in them. A blue-haired boy stood before her, and his face reflected annoyance and anger, but also a sort of fear. She enjoyed that. He was fun to toy with. It reminded her of the time when... The next part of this memory made Malon feel like her head would burst. It was part of a memory not meant for mortals. Whoever it belonged to was a creature far beyond human comprehension. Her mind catatonically allowed that memory to pass without grasping at it and let it be forever lost again.
Swirl.
A world of colors, of sounds, of floating pink elephants and of horned devils riding brooms like witches while cackling. There were people around him, and it was great. "Everything is freaking miracles, bro."
Swirl.
"Rise and shine, Mister MacAryn." Words spoken by someone he could not see. Flashes of moments in worlds where gravity worked upwards and where air was liquid. Worlds where oceans could think and where the Robot-Pirates fought to defend the Sacred Box from the Alien invaders. A planet where an intelligent storm wrote poems into the sand. Black and white birds. They were playing some role in this, but what was it?
"Maru? Is everything okay?" Strazio asked when the lack of a response from her startled him. He touched her by her shoulder and she slumped backwards like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Her eyes were open, but her irises had grown enormous, filling out almost all the white surface of the eyeball that was visible and appearing as unicolor dark blue. As her mind dragged her through the memories of the others her body had entered an open-eyed trance. She was still alive, and were one of them to check they would see her chest rising and falling with steady breaths, or hear her beating heart. But she was somewhere far, far away.
Was there even a left and right in this place?
What was this place even?
And who was she?
No, the answer to that one was easy. I am StrazGuDaKelKarMalGamTea. Of course.
One voice asked, and eight voices responded. They were all speaking the truth, and yet they lied. They merged with each other and split apart, each taking chunks of the others with it, then rejoined the amalgamate. It was as if a crazed sculptor was mixing different clay types then splitting them apart again.
But soon one voice elevated itself above the others, a voice stronger than all of them, and as if prompted by this action the other voices split apart again. Although, they were no longer what they had been. They were more. Each of them had given a little of itself to the others, and had received a little in return. They were mixed, yet not tainted. They were joined, yet not one. And it was good.
It was only when a single of these voices drifted back through the void back to her that she understood.
I am Malon. Of course.
As that realization hit her, the darkness began to clear up. The complete absence of everything gave way to a flood of sensations. The fresh smell of pine trees and of wet leaves. The brownish color of trampled grass before her. The taste of dirt on her tongue. The feeling of semi-hardened mud under her hands. And the sounds of other people around her.
As her sense of gravity kicked back in she realized that she was laying on the ground. Her stomach felt like it was spinning in her belly, she felt like she would be sick any moment. She forced herself not to, made herself sit up and take deep breaths through her nose and mouth. The singularity was gone, their minds were separate again, the ground was stable, they were no longer moving. Upside was up again. Repeating these thoughts in her head time and time again cleared her head until she was able to think straight once more.
Then Gamzee's and Karkat's friend, Strazio, his voice flared up inside her head. She first thought it to be an illusion, an aftereffect, but she noticed the way he was intently looking at her. Was this telepathy? Was he speaking from mind to mind?
"Ganondorf is here in the Omniverse", he said. The simple mention of his name made her tense up. He was here?! Evil incarnate, and... could it be that he was linked to the one Tearen had warned them about? Was he-
Then she was not Malon anymore. In flashes, Strazio's memories rushed through her mind as he sent them: memories of a desert with a merciless sun blazing down onto him, memories of a bar, of a man called Isaac, of a dragon... of many Primes, and most importantly of him - of Ganondorf. He looked every bit like she remembered him from that one meeting on Lonlon Ranch.
Strazio's last words did not come through to her anymore. Perhaps it was him pouring a few of his memories into her that triggered it, or perhaps it was with a delay that they popped up. In either case, Malon began hopping from body to body, from memory to memory, and in flashes she saw worlds and places that she had never been to, experienced events that she had never seen, met people that she did not know, and was people that she wasn't.
Memories of the others, of times long before they had come to the Omniverse.
A young man leading a content, simple life with his family. He was on a fishing trip with his dad, pulling a large net out of the water. Eh, that catch could be better... then he was in a bar, helping out his ma, and there was a peculiar guest. He introduced himself as Damien Alabaster. Red lightning destroyed everything he knew and held dear. He would never forget that name. He would hunt him down to the edge of the earth, and far beyond.
Like they were drained through the whirlpool at the bottom of a bathtub the memories turned into a swirl and the scene changed.
Everything turned foggy, as if the one the memories belonged to was withholding them, refusing to let them be shared. But a few of them boomed through. Flashes of books, in piles and in shelves, on the ground and on desks. A voice boomed through his mind: "Effort can overcome talent."
Yet again there was a swirl and a new scene unfolded before her eyes.
A tropical jungle. It felt familiar, a place whose every nook and cranny she knew inside and out. Of course. She had spent more years than she cared to count in them. A blue-haired boy stood before her, and his face reflected annoyance and anger, but also a sort of fear. She enjoyed that. He was fun to toy with. It reminded her of the time when... The next part of this memory made Malon feel like her head would burst. It was part of a memory not meant for mortals. Whoever it belonged to was a creature far beyond human comprehension. Her mind catatonically allowed that memory to pass without grasping at it and let it be forever lost again.
Swirl.
A world of colors, of sounds, of floating pink elephants and of horned devils riding brooms like witches while cackling. There were people around him, and it was great. "Everything is freaking miracles, bro."
Swirl.
"Rise and shine, Mister MacAryn." Words spoken by someone he could not see. Flashes of moments in worlds where gravity worked upwards and where air was liquid. Worlds where oceans could think and where the Robot-Pirates fought to defend the Sacred Box from the Alien invaders. A planet where an intelligent storm wrote poems into the sand. Black and white birds. They were playing some role in this, but what was it?
"Maru? Is everything okay?" Strazio asked when the lack of a response from her startled him. He touched her by her shoulder and she slumped backwards like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Her eyes were open, but her irises had grown enormous, filling out almost all the white surface of the eyeball that was visible and appearing as unicolor dark blue. As her mind dragged her through the memories of the others her body had entered an open-eyed trance. She was still alive, and were one of them to check they would see her chest rising and falling with steady breaths, or hear her beating heart. But she was somewhere far, far away.
Quote:Malon's experiencing the memories of the others, and unlocking her new powers. Why does she not take it as well as everyone else? Maybe she's just not strong enough yet ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Her trance will last for 15-20 minutes, in case that anyone wants to talk to her after that. Not much can be done to wake her up in the meantime.