06-28-2018, 11:31 AM
The lizard liked the chicken. It was not a huge fan of the bugs. Talos examined the insect bodies he had produced, limp flies and moths in a row, meditating idly on the significance of a corpse that had never been alive. Less philosophical, his lizard ate an entire leg of roast chicken and fell asleep.
Talos tossed the tiny corpses and chicken bones into the grass. Then he towed his armchair behind the archway. On the other side he discovered three bicycles and a Ferrari, implying that he wasn't the first person to have this idea, and that it might work. Then he stepped through the window to another world.
Despite having started the process of exploring this particular archway, Talos was not at all convinced it was a good idea. The air was dry, the night was cold with a bite more natural to desert than savanna, and there was a desolate feel to the place.
But that was part of what interested him. The desolation. The note of need that resonated through in arid climates, where water was rare and precious. Having recently discovered he could produce water out of air, there was a a force of conscience that drew him towards dry places.
He'd probably change his mind once he got uncomfortable, and go see if one of the other arches led to a library. Or an orgy.
He started to weave an mask about himself, then realized he didn't know what the local population looked like. The only people he'd met were Stormtroopers, and he didn't want to pose as one of them.
He tried to turn invisible. That was something he used to do all the time--magical vampires powers and all that. He discovered, to his consternation and mild alarm, that he couldn't.
He wove five different masks around himself in rapid succession, to assure himself that THAT still absolutely worked. He was a trucker. He was a super model. She was an auto-mechanic. They were a college student. She was a physicist. He was an English poet again, there. Yes. Okay. That power still worked.
Soothed, he made binoculars out of Omnilium and examined the surrounding countryside.
He discovered that a tower of Stormtroopers were watching him with their own, more impressive binoculars. He waved. He increased his wariness by a factor of ten.
Then he discovered a local to imitate, and a city.
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Talos tossed the tiny corpses and chicken bones into the grass. Then he towed his armchair behind the archway. On the other side he discovered three bicycles and a Ferrari, implying that he wasn't the first person to have this idea, and that it might work. Then he stepped through the window to another world.
Despite having started the process of exploring this particular archway, Talos was not at all convinced it was a good idea. The air was dry, the night was cold with a bite more natural to desert than savanna, and there was a desolate feel to the place.
But that was part of what interested him. The desolation. The note of need that resonated through in arid climates, where water was rare and precious. Having recently discovered he could produce water out of air, there was a a force of conscience that drew him towards dry places.
He'd probably change his mind once he got uncomfortable, and go see if one of the other arches led to a library. Or an orgy.
He started to weave an mask about himself, then realized he didn't know what the local population looked like. The only people he'd met were Stormtroopers, and he didn't want to pose as one of them.
He tried to turn invisible. That was something he used to do all the time--magical vampires powers and all that. He discovered, to his consternation and mild alarm, that he couldn't.
He wove five different masks around himself in rapid succession, to assure himself that THAT still absolutely worked. He was a trucker. He was a super model. She was an auto-mechanic. They were a college student. She was a physicist. He was an English poet again, there. Yes. Okay. That power still worked.
Soothed, he made binoculars out of Omnilium and examined the surrounding countryside.
He discovered that a tower of Stormtroopers were watching him with their own, more impressive binoculars. He waved. He increased his wariness by a factor of ten.
Then he discovered a local to imitate, and a city.
[Thread Finished]
"To live in this world you must be able to do three things:
To love what is mortal;
To hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it;
And, when the time comes to let it go,
To let it go." – Mary Oliver
To love what is mortal;
To hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it;
And, when the time comes to let it go,
To let it go." – Mary Oliver