10-22-2017, 07:02 PM
Dane blinked. Glaring sunlight shone into his eyes.
He glared back, squinting, while raising his palm to block the light. It seemed to get brighter as the clouds parted further. "Oi, you picking a fight with me, ya bastard."
Shrugging, he looked around, deciding that trying to start a fight with the sun wasn't a clever idea; he was mostly confused as to how he was suddenly outside...
...and also on the roof.
His memory hadn't lagged, surely. And even if it had, he wouldn't climb onto the roof without a good reason, and as far as he could tell, there wasn't one. One second he was leaning back against a pillar, the next he was a few metres higher, standing above his old position.
Yet he remembered nothing and couldn't think of any explanation for what happened. Before he'd mostly been daydreaming, brainstorming, waiting around for something interesting to happen before he left. He'd been bored by the few conversations, and was just about to head back outside when he'd mysteriously ended up on the roof. It made no sense.
A new power, maybe? Something I used subconsciously? Something I gained recently from all that?
Dane shrugged, he wouldn't know unless he could replicate it. And he didn't know how. Unlike when he accidentally read some of Malon's memories, he had no recollection of willing himself to be on the roof, or reaching out mentally to change his position.
But, it was worth a try. There wasn't any reason for him not to try teleporting again, if that was indeed what happened.
Stepping forwards, Dane moved his feet to the edge of the roof, toes hanging just over the ledge. He looked down, picturing himself on the grassy floor.
And then the surface under him was gone.
Missing.
"Fuck."
He fell, majestically landing flat on his face in a pile of dirt, coincidentally right where he'd planned to teleport.
This is going to take some practice.
Good thing we're a pro at trial and error.
Thinking to himself, Dane willed his body forwards. Just a few metres ahead.
Aaaand... now.
He clicked his fingers.
...
Nothing.
Huh? Why didn't it-
The sensation of falling halted Dane's thoughts. He glanced down, almost comically admiring the ground as it accelerated towards him. Not wanting to get more dirt on his face, he bent his legs slightly, landing in a backwards roll before flipping to his feet.
That was strange. He hadn't been focusing on teleportation when it actually activated. Yet magic should activate instantly once the mana was collected.
But this wasn't magic. This was something else. His connection with the world allowed him to do this - it was something he'd gleaned from Tearen. An alien concept.
Perhaps, Dane thought, it's not connected to my subconscious correctly.
That would make sense. His brain wasn't wired correctly to use the eldritch powers. He'd had to manually configure his mind before to utilise the link with the strawberry, and after that, connecting with Malon was easy.
The key problem here, was how to mess up his own mind enough for it to work. He didn't know where the teleportation was currently linked, and even when using it, he had no internal perception of what was happening.
Thoughts echoed, arguing in his head.
He leant back, falling on a tree he was sure wasn't there a moment ago - at least relative to him. He was by the edge of the clearing now, back to the forest. His musings did bring up a good point, or, at least, an interesting one. Was he the one moving? Or did he literally move the whole world every time he teleported?
Given observing the verse from outside of it was impossible, or would at least be very hard to do. But even if one could look from outside, and note that only Dane seemed to move, there was no way to show that Dane wasn't simply moving them as well. It was a silly question, and most would deem the answer to be no. But Dane, if anything, was self-absorbed. He was the main character of his life, and while with limits regarding his mana, that didn't mean his story didn't revolve around him.
Back at his world, what other important individuals were there? The nobility? The mages' guild? They'd all existed for centuries. There were always more kings, but Dane. Dane was one of a kind.
He slapped himself.
Stay on topic.
Delving into his own mind, he visualised the connections. Looking at it as if it was a holographic image floating in the air in front of him. He shut out the world, ignoring the breeze, the grassy smell mixed with the faint sweet aroma of jungle fruits. And the itch on his nose.
None of those existed.
Just him, his mind, and some links to be fixed.
As before, he focused on teleportation, hoping to stimulate something, eyes closed firmly.
Nothing.
That didn't mean that something wasn't happening, however. He'd learnt that the last few times, and at some points it happened without him even willing himself somewhere. Or maybe he had, and just forgot. A quick passing thought. Dane had a lot of those.
Regardless, his feet were still on the floor, and his back still against tree bark. He hadn't moved, unless it had been to a similar position. But so far, he didn't think he had any way to map out his environment without sight, so it was unlikely he could have teleported in that way - although his mental map of the area was fair, he hadn't exactly been paying attention to the positioning of the trees, just the rough layout of the camp.
I need a shower.
Thinking was hard. His mind refused to stay where he wanted it to. Which was strange, on a normal day he'd be more interested in having fancy powers to play with, but today he just felt apathetic.
I'll figure it out eventually. Why does it matter when?
He leant forward, then slammed the back of his head into the tree. The bark dug in, drawing a few droplets of blood. Biting his lip, he glared at the inside of his eyelids. That was a dangerous attitude.
Laziness, not even in the form of efficiency. He'd personally judged that trait to be rarer in him than anger.
What can you use?
This was unknown. Dane had nothing to comprehend and process the new power.
Think.
Except, perhaps, another ability from a similar source that he'd already decythered. Shrugging, he continued with his prior pursuit, this time attempting to analyse his own mind with a similar technique to when linked him with Malon, and the strawberry.
It was strange, like being both inside and outside his mind at the same time. Trying to concentrate on both the self-telepathy and teleportation at once was mentally draining.
Sweat dripped from his brow.
A flicker.
A small imaginary light, jumped about Dane's mind - as viewed with his mental powers.
And then another, and another.
Connections, strings, intricate ribbons, he could 'see' all of it. And, somehow, he was able to intuitively find those revolving around teleportation.
He tore them out, reforging them. It was less like brain surgery and more of an instinct. Retrospectively, it was fairly simple. Although, most things seemed like that - besides some of the purer or more abstract aspects of mathematics.
Opening his eyes, he rubbed his head, absorbing the blood back into his body as Omnilium while healing the small wound.
He snapped his fingers after concentrating for a few seconds, landing back on the roof.
Stumbling from the strange sensation, he grinned. This was definitely going to be fun.
But first, I've got to test my limits.
He glared back, squinting, while raising his palm to block the light. It seemed to get brighter as the clouds parted further. "Oi, you picking a fight with me, ya bastard."
Shrugging, he looked around, deciding that trying to start a fight with the sun wasn't a clever idea; he was mostly confused as to how he was suddenly outside...
...and also on the roof.
His memory hadn't lagged, surely. And even if it had, he wouldn't climb onto the roof without a good reason, and as far as he could tell, there wasn't one. One second he was leaning back against a pillar, the next he was a few metres higher, standing above his old position.
Yet he remembered nothing and couldn't think of any explanation for what happened. Before he'd mostly been daydreaming, brainstorming, waiting around for something interesting to happen before he left. He'd been bored by the few conversations, and was just about to head back outside when he'd mysteriously ended up on the roof. It made no sense.
A new power, maybe? Something I used subconsciously? Something I gained recently from all that?
Dane shrugged, he wouldn't know unless he could replicate it. And he didn't know how. Unlike when he accidentally read some of Malon's memories, he had no recollection of willing himself to be on the roof, or reaching out mentally to change his position.
But, it was worth a try. There wasn't any reason for him not to try teleporting again, if that was indeed what happened.
Stepping forwards, Dane moved his feet to the edge of the roof, toes hanging just over the ledge. He looked down, picturing himself on the grassy floor.
And then the surface under him was gone.
Missing.
"Fuck."
He fell, majestically landing flat on his face in a pile of dirt, coincidentally right where he'd planned to teleport.
This is going to take some practice.
Good thing we're a pro at trial and error.
Thinking to himself, Dane willed his body forwards. Just a few metres ahead.
Aaaand... now.
He clicked his fingers.
...
Nothing.
Huh? Why didn't it-
The sensation of falling halted Dane's thoughts. He glanced down, almost comically admiring the ground as it accelerated towards him. Not wanting to get more dirt on his face, he bent his legs slightly, landing in a backwards roll before flipping to his feet.
That was strange. He hadn't been focusing on teleportation when it actually activated. Yet magic should activate instantly once the mana was collected.
But this wasn't magic. This was something else. His connection with the world allowed him to do this - it was something he'd gleaned from Tearen. An alien concept.
Perhaps, Dane thought, it's not connected to my subconscious correctly.
That would make sense. His brain wasn't wired correctly to use the eldritch powers. He'd had to manually configure his mind before to utilise the link with the strawberry, and after that, connecting with Malon was easy.
The key problem here, was how to mess up his own mind enough for it to work. He didn't know where the teleportation was currently linked, and even when using it, he had no internal perception of what was happening.
Thoughts echoed, arguing in his head.
He leant back, falling on a tree he was sure wasn't there a moment ago - at least relative to him. He was by the edge of the clearing now, back to the forest. His musings did bring up a good point, or, at least, an interesting one. Was he the one moving? Or did he literally move the whole world every time he teleported?
Given observing the verse from outside of it was impossible, or would at least be very hard to do. But even if one could look from outside, and note that only Dane seemed to move, there was no way to show that Dane wasn't simply moving them as well. It was a silly question, and most would deem the answer to be no. But Dane, if anything, was self-absorbed. He was the main character of his life, and while with limits regarding his mana, that didn't mean his story didn't revolve around him.
Back at his world, what other important individuals were there? The nobility? The mages' guild? They'd all existed for centuries. There were always more kings, but Dane. Dane was one of a kind.
He slapped himself.
Stay on topic.
Delving into his own mind, he visualised the connections. Looking at it as if it was a holographic image floating in the air in front of him. He shut out the world, ignoring the breeze, the grassy smell mixed with the faint sweet aroma of jungle fruits. And the itch on his nose.
None of those existed.
Just him, his mind, and some links to be fixed.
As before, he focused on teleportation, hoping to stimulate something, eyes closed firmly.
Nothing.
That didn't mean that something wasn't happening, however. He'd learnt that the last few times, and at some points it happened without him even willing himself somewhere. Or maybe he had, and just forgot. A quick passing thought. Dane had a lot of those.
Regardless, his feet were still on the floor, and his back still against tree bark. He hadn't moved, unless it had been to a similar position. But so far, he didn't think he had any way to map out his environment without sight, so it was unlikely he could have teleported in that way - although his mental map of the area was fair, he hadn't exactly been paying attention to the positioning of the trees, just the rough layout of the camp.
I need a shower.
Thinking was hard. His mind refused to stay where he wanted it to. Which was strange, on a normal day he'd be more interested in having fancy powers to play with, but today he just felt apathetic.
I'll figure it out eventually. Why does it matter when?
He leant forward, then slammed the back of his head into the tree. The bark dug in, drawing a few droplets of blood. Biting his lip, he glared at the inside of his eyelids. That was a dangerous attitude.
Laziness, not even in the form of efficiency. He'd personally judged that trait to be rarer in him than anger.
What can you use?
This was unknown. Dane had nothing to comprehend and process the new power.
Think.
Except, perhaps, another ability from a similar source that he'd already decythered. Shrugging, he continued with his prior pursuit, this time attempting to analyse his own mind with a similar technique to when linked him with Malon, and the strawberry.
It was strange, like being both inside and outside his mind at the same time. Trying to concentrate on both the self-telepathy and teleportation at once was mentally draining.
Sweat dripped from his brow.
A flicker.
A small imaginary light, jumped about Dane's mind - as viewed with his mental powers.
And then another, and another.
Connections, strings, intricate ribbons, he could 'see' all of it. And, somehow, he was able to intuitively find those revolving around teleportation.
He tore them out, reforging them. It was less like brain surgery and more of an instinct. Retrospectively, it was fairly simple. Although, most things seemed like that - besides some of the purer or more abstract aspects of mathematics.
Opening his eyes, he rubbed his head, absorbing the blood back into his body as Omnilium while healing the small wound.
He snapped his fingers after concentrating for a few seconds, landing back on the roof.
Stumbling from the strange sensation, he grinned. This was definitely going to be fun.
But first, I've got to test my limits.
Quote:I'll probably stick about for an OOC week, maybe longer if people wanna rp together. Dane is just teleporting about at the moment, he thinks he's sussed it out.