11-22-2017, 05:10 AM
The stale, ashen air of the castle blew gently over Summer’s smiling face, in something reminiscent of an idle bike ride. If said bike ride involved a strange, ethereal force enveloping your body and dragging you inexorably onwards, down a dreary hallway. Moving fast enough to get a nice breeze going, but not fast enough to start breaking a sweat. Not that he would be, in this case. The invisible hand had that covered for him. He was content enough to laze about, tipped on his side like he was laying on a couch, head propped up on his right hand, and just enjoy the ride his companion was kind enough to provide.
“You uh...” his own voice spoke for him, barely a whisper but still plenty audible in the empty corridor, even over the single, echoing set of footsteps. “You just gonna put up with this?”
“Shh...” Summer lifted a finger to his lips. “Look at her, being so assertive. It’s adorable~” He half-sang, dropping the whisper and making sure Ebony heard it. Almost immediately, the young mage’s pace picked up, going from ‘storming forward’ to ‘nearly jogging,’ and dragging the spirit along with.
“I-I’m not adorable...” she protested, right hand lifting up and pulling her hood further forward, hiding her face. “I’m awesome!”
“You can be both!” The storm spirit grinned, relishing in her embarrassment. “I mean, just look at me. Cute and cool.”
A series of strange, spluttering giggles sprang forth from the magician; small, choking laughter as she tried to call bullshit on his nonsense.
“What? You don’t believe me?” Summer conjured up the most pseudo-offended tone he could muster.
“No!” she exclaimed, snickering. “Y-you’re not cute at all!”
“Well!” he huffed indignantly. “That’s just because you haven’t seen my ultimate form!”
“Ultimate form?” the sorcerer asked incredulously, turning her head to face him as she continued down the hallway. “Let me see!”
“Alas!” He flipped over in the air, tucking his hands behind his head and crossing his legs as he pretended to lie on his back. “My body’s not stable enough for it. If I tried to change myself I’d dissolve into mist. Poof. Gone with the wind.”
“I-I don’t believe that for a m-moment!” she stuttered and turned right back to looking down the hall.
“I’ll prove it to you eventually!” Rather than a response, the spirit’s exclamation was met only by his ride suddenly becoming bumpier. The invisible hand jostled him around for a few moments, ruffling up his clothes and hair.
“A-anyway... I’m not cute...” Ebony mumbled after a moment.
“Alright.” All of the energy and over-the-top zeal fell out of Summer’s voice, and smile dropped away. “You’re cool.”
Silence fell over the two, punctuated only by the mage’s hurried steps and the occasional weird kappa thing wandering by. The storm spirit’s face fell in a small frown. It was true, his body as it was right now was quite unstable. He’d commented on it mentally to himself a few times, but he never stopped to think why that was. Back in his world, the only times his body became unstable tended to be when he started using the magic making up his body to power his spells. Once he destabilized it like that, it allowed him to keep going, and keep fighting, but it also made him vulnerable. Wounds that he could normally shrug off would unravel his body. But it could be fixed by a little bit of rest.
He’d gotten plenty of rest here, so why wasn’t he stable yet? What had changed since his arrival in the Omniverse? What about this world prevented his body from naturally stabilizing?
Summer paused, and began to delve into his memories. What were the differences between his world and this world?
Weather and climate?
He was the spirit of the weather, born through man’s fear that a storm could ruin their village or a drought could jeopardize their harvest. Thus, he had an inherent connect to all that, a connection that had gone wonky upon his arrival. After all, this world didn’t have true weather systems, only a mockery that felt right if you didn’t look too closely.
What about my strength?
His strength and power had been weakened a lot as well, which was probably the case for most Primes. So many of the tools he’d built up over the years had been stripped from him. He didn’t remember much of his early years, so perhaps stability was something he came up with rather than something that naturally occurred.
Or perhaps....
The split. ‘Two’ minds had been unceremoniously shoved into this one body, whereas in his world they’d existed in two separate bodies. It had already caused a whole lot of bullfuckery before, what was one more thing to add to the pile? Perhaps the split was trying to push their minds apart even further, and that was destabilizing his form.
A low hum escaped the storm spirit. These were all things worth looking into. Though later, when he had the time. He could probably set aside a few hours tonight, when everyone was asleep. If any of the kappa got too uppity about him perusing the library late at night he’d just...
A finger squished against his cheek, breaking him out of his trance.
“Yes?” He rolled back over, his eyes meeting with Ebony’s. She probably hadn't jumped straight to poking him out of thought. If he had to hazard a guess, she'd probably called his name a few times and he'd been too focused to hear it.
“U-um. W-we’re here.” The young mage stuttered.
“Huh?” He was slowly pulled back into reality, noting the lack of sunlight and the stale, soot-filled air. His eyes fell upon the several rows of bookshelves, none taller than a person. It was more like a highschool library than anything, he thought. But then again, he shouldn’t really have expected more from a kappa civilization in the middle of a fiery wasteland. “Well, would you look at that.”
“You uh...” his own voice spoke for him, barely a whisper but still plenty audible in the empty corridor, even over the single, echoing set of footsteps. “You just gonna put up with this?”
“Shh...” Summer lifted a finger to his lips. “Look at her, being so assertive. It’s adorable~” He half-sang, dropping the whisper and making sure Ebony heard it. Almost immediately, the young mage’s pace picked up, going from ‘storming forward’ to ‘nearly jogging,’ and dragging the spirit along with.
“I-I’m not adorable...” she protested, right hand lifting up and pulling her hood further forward, hiding her face. “I’m awesome!”
“You can be both!” The storm spirit grinned, relishing in her embarrassment. “I mean, just look at me. Cute and cool.”
A series of strange, spluttering giggles sprang forth from the magician; small, choking laughter as she tried to call bullshit on his nonsense.
“What? You don’t believe me?” Summer conjured up the most pseudo-offended tone he could muster.
“No!” she exclaimed, snickering. “Y-you’re not cute at all!”
“Well!” he huffed indignantly. “That’s just because you haven’t seen my ultimate form!”
“Ultimate form?” the sorcerer asked incredulously, turning her head to face him as she continued down the hallway. “Let me see!”
“Alas!” He flipped over in the air, tucking his hands behind his head and crossing his legs as he pretended to lie on his back. “My body’s not stable enough for it. If I tried to change myself I’d dissolve into mist. Poof. Gone with the wind.”
“I-I don’t believe that for a m-moment!” she stuttered and turned right back to looking down the hall.
“I’ll prove it to you eventually!” Rather than a response, the spirit’s exclamation was met only by his ride suddenly becoming bumpier. The invisible hand jostled him around for a few moments, ruffling up his clothes and hair.
“A-anyway... I’m not cute...” Ebony mumbled after a moment.
“Alright.” All of the energy and over-the-top zeal fell out of Summer’s voice, and smile dropped away. “You’re cool.”
Silence fell over the two, punctuated only by the mage’s hurried steps and the occasional weird kappa thing wandering by. The storm spirit’s face fell in a small frown. It was true, his body as it was right now was quite unstable. He’d commented on it mentally to himself a few times, but he never stopped to think why that was. Back in his world, the only times his body became unstable tended to be when he started using the magic making up his body to power his spells. Once he destabilized it like that, it allowed him to keep going, and keep fighting, but it also made him vulnerable. Wounds that he could normally shrug off would unravel his body. But it could be fixed by a little bit of rest.
He’d gotten plenty of rest here, so why wasn’t he stable yet? What had changed since his arrival in the Omniverse? What about this world prevented his body from naturally stabilizing?
Summer paused, and began to delve into his memories. What were the differences between his world and this world?
Weather and climate?
He was the spirit of the weather, born through man’s fear that a storm could ruin their village or a drought could jeopardize their harvest. Thus, he had an inherent connect to all that, a connection that had gone wonky upon his arrival. After all, this world didn’t have true weather systems, only a mockery that felt right if you didn’t look too closely.
What about my strength?
His strength and power had been weakened a lot as well, which was probably the case for most Primes. So many of the tools he’d built up over the years had been stripped from him. He didn’t remember much of his early years, so perhaps stability was something he came up with rather than something that naturally occurred.
Or perhaps....
The split. ‘Two’ minds had been unceremoniously shoved into this one body, whereas in his world they’d existed in two separate bodies. It had already caused a whole lot of bullfuckery before, what was one more thing to add to the pile? Perhaps the split was trying to push their minds apart even further, and that was destabilizing his form.
A low hum escaped the storm spirit. These were all things worth looking into. Though later, when he had the time. He could probably set aside a few hours tonight, when everyone was asleep. If any of the kappa got too uppity about him perusing the library late at night he’d just...
A finger squished against his cheek, breaking him out of his trance.
“Yes?” He rolled back over, his eyes meeting with Ebony’s. She probably hadn't jumped straight to poking him out of thought. If he had to hazard a guess, she'd probably called his name a few times and he'd been too focused to hear it.
“U-um. W-we’re here.” The young mage stuttered.
“Huh?” He was slowly pulled back into reality, noting the lack of sunlight and the stale, soot-filled air. His eyes fell upon the several rows of bookshelves, none taller than a person. It was more like a highschool library than anything, he thought. But then again, he shouldn’t really have expected more from a kappa civilization in the middle of a fiery wasteland. “Well, would you look at that.”
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