03-26-2015, 11:58 AM
It was not long into the walk when Neal realized that walking sucked. He sat down, thirty minutes after he started and sighed. There's got to be a better way to get around. He thought to himself. His eyes roamed the expansive white of the Nexus, the fountain was just barely still in view. Omni was an ass, building this place so freaking large without a shuttle or at least a rent-a-bike.
Switching his train of thought from the blame-game and moving on to figuring out a new mode of transportation. He considered the applications of his Telekinesis for motion. Idly, he holds his hand up, palm over the ground. Exerting his will and attempting to push the ground, his hand rose instead. The force faded before his arm reaches overhead, but it yielded all he needed to know.
I bet I could jump and glide... he considers. Using the Focused Repulsion to jolt upright, he then took an Ironman stance."Easy does it," he states. Knees bending and muscles coiling, he prepares for what promises to be a pathetic jump, leading into an epic flight. With a few deep breaths, he leaps into the air.
His hands flex instinctively as he exerts his force on the ground. For a moment, he propels himself straight up. Success! But it seems he claimed it all too early. After about ten feet he lost control and suddenly, Neal is upside down and slamming into the ground. If he hadn't ducked his head, he surely wouldn't have walked away without a good wobble. Even then, landing on his shoulders and upper back left his arms throbbing from the jarring impact. His head rang and his body felt numb. What spewed from his mouth was a string of curses, a great many he reserved for just such occasions. A few were even in other fantastic languages, including Elvish and Goa'uld.
Neal laid where he landed, spread eagle in hopes the throbbing in his arms would go away quickly. For a moment, he wandered why that failed - or at least, why had it failed so badly? Damn Omniphysics. That was the only explanation. All was fine, but as soon as it looked like he could actually cheat the system, he Bitchslapped me right out of the freaking air! Neal rationalized.
The pain in his arms slowly started to ease, but his shoulders still felt bruised. They'd probably remain like that for a day or so, all things considered. Neal eventually sat up again. Somewhere during the fall or flight, he'd dropped his hat, which now sat a few feet to his right. A quick pull of his palm and it slides right over.
"Alright, new plan. Can't use powers to move without movement powers." In retrospect, that should have been logical. As he combs his hand through his hair to fix the long, wavy locks before placing the hat back on his crown, a new idea flickers through his mind. "A bike..." He had thought of the Nexus' need for a Rent-A-Bike, but maybe it didn't need it. Anything I desire... Omni had indeed said he could achieve anything with Omnilium.
Neal crosses his legs and placed his palms on his knees. Closing his murky blue peepers to stare into the darkness, he filled the blankness of the back of his eyelids with a concept. He needed a bike, so he imagined a bike... A simple bike, nothing with fancy gears or shocks. He focused on an image of a bike he had when he was fifteen, a great bike till a friend of his father's accidentally ran it over in the driveway.
He remembered every detail, from the red flames he'd spraypainted on the aluminum body. He remembered the handlebars, and how he'd spent a whole week getting them to just the right position. His seat which he'd duck-taped a towel onto for maximum comfort... He even remembers the little caution flag his father made him add when riding at night.
His meditative state lasted for longer than he could count. Five, six minutes at least, but it could have been half an hour. When he opened his eyes though, there was his bike... laying on the ground. He always meant to ask his father for a new kickstand. But that was years ago. Back on earth, he'd traded in his bike for a fancy new mountain bike.. which he then added a paper mache horse's head and tassles to - as a horse's tail - for his "Trusty Stead" during LARP's.
A massive grin split Neal's face, wrinkling his cheeks and flashing his molars. He hops to his feet and pulls the bike to its tires. He'd grown since he was fifteen, but thankfully the bike had always been a bit big for him. Now it was just a little too small, but nothing a bit of adult ingenuity couldn't fix. Neal raises the seat and tilts the handlebars forward just slightly. He mounts his new ride, and finds it just as comfortable as he remembers.
He puts petal to the metal and hits the road. Not that there was actually a road, just a white floor indistinguishable from the white sky. Though he had chosen the near medieval stone gateway, he had noticed all the others, but from the fountain they had been but specks on the horizon. With his journey much easier on wheels, he could stop dreading the walk and consider what was going on.
First off: there was an absolute darkness prior to his arrival, where that Omni-being resides. That must be where he watches us from. And then there was this place with eight gates but nothing inside. He started putting the puzzle together in his head. Alright, so if Omni sees everywhere at once, and this place is apparently the center... then... maybe this place is like a doughnut... Omni being the surface, this being the hole and all these gates leading to sections of the doughnut... He feels like that would be a very awkward design for a dimension.
Yet it feels incredibly accurate. There was nothing in this place, it was like a hole. He assumed there'd be something more corporeal behind any of the gates. And that Omni-space was complete darkness... inexplicable in and of itself. He considered getting a piece of paper and drawing it out, eager to learn the inner workings of this new game-like reality. If he knew the mechanics, he could use them to his advantage.
But that was for later discovery. For now, he arrives at the gate. "Dare I step through?" Neal asks himself aloud, using his most philosophical voice... Stepping from his bike and lifting it over his shoulders, he smirks at his own question. "I couldn't stop myself even if I wanted to." The step through the portal was the last step to officially accepting his new life in this strange universe. Neal accepted his new life not only with dignity, but the idea sent a jubilant vibration to his very core.
Switching his train of thought from the blame-game and moving on to figuring out a new mode of transportation. He considered the applications of his Telekinesis for motion. Idly, he holds his hand up, palm over the ground. Exerting his will and attempting to push the ground, his hand rose instead. The force faded before his arm reaches overhead, but it yielded all he needed to know.
I bet I could jump and glide... he considers. Using the Focused Repulsion to jolt upright, he then took an Ironman stance."Easy does it," he states. Knees bending and muscles coiling, he prepares for what promises to be a pathetic jump, leading into an epic flight. With a few deep breaths, he leaps into the air.
His hands flex instinctively as he exerts his force on the ground. For a moment, he propels himself straight up. Success! But it seems he claimed it all too early. After about ten feet he lost control and suddenly, Neal is upside down and slamming into the ground. If he hadn't ducked his head, he surely wouldn't have walked away without a good wobble. Even then, landing on his shoulders and upper back left his arms throbbing from the jarring impact. His head rang and his body felt numb. What spewed from his mouth was a string of curses, a great many he reserved for just such occasions. A few were even in other fantastic languages, including Elvish and Goa'uld.
Neal laid where he landed, spread eagle in hopes the throbbing in his arms would go away quickly. For a moment, he wandered why that failed - or at least, why had it failed so badly? Damn Omniphysics. That was the only explanation. All was fine, but as soon as it looked like he could actually cheat the system, he Bitchslapped me right out of the freaking air! Neal rationalized.
The pain in his arms slowly started to ease, but his shoulders still felt bruised. They'd probably remain like that for a day or so, all things considered. Neal eventually sat up again. Somewhere during the fall or flight, he'd dropped his hat, which now sat a few feet to his right. A quick pull of his palm and it slides right over.
"Alright, new plan. Can't use powers to move without movement powers." In retrospect, that should have been logical. As he combs his hand through his hair to fix the long, wavy locks before placing the hat back on his crown, a new idea flickers through his mind. "A bike..." He had thought of the Nexus' need for a Rent-A-Bike, but maybe it didn't need it. Anything I desire... Omni had indeed said he could achieve anything with Omnilium.
Neal crosses his legs and placed his palms on his knees. Closing his murky blue peepers to stare into the darkness, he filled the blankness of the back of his eyelids with a concept. He needed a bike, so he imagined a bike... A simple bike, nothing with fancy gears or shocks. He focused on an image of a bike he had when he was fifteen, a great bike till a friend of his father's accidentally ran it over in the driveway.
He remembered every detail, from the red flames he'd spraypainted on the aluminum body. He remembered the handlebars, and how he'd spent a whole week getting them to just the right position. His seat which he'd duck-taped a towel onto for maximum comfort... He even remembers the little caution flag his father made him add when riding at night.
His meditative state lasted for longer than he could count. Five, six minutes at least, but it could have been half an hour. When he opened his eyes though, there was his bike... laying on the ground. He always meant to ask his father for a new kickstand. But that was years ago. Back on earth, he'd traded in his bike for a fancy new mountain bike.. which he then added a paper mache horse's head and tassles to - as a horse's tail - for his "Trusty Stead" during LARP's.
A massive grin split Neal's face, wrinkling his cheeks and flashing his molars. He hops to his feet and pulls the bike to its tires. He'd grown since he was fifteen, but thankfully the bike had always been a bit big for him. Now it was just a little too small, but nothing a bit of adult ingenuity couldn't fix. Neal raises the seat and tilts the handlebars forward just slightly. He mounts his new ride, and finds it just as comfortable as he remembers.
He puts petal to the metal and hits the road. Not that there was actually a road, just a white floor indistinguishable from the white sky. Though he had chosen the near medieval stone gateway, he had noticed all the others, but from the fountain they had been but specks on the horizon. With his journey much easier on wheels, he could stop dreading the walk and consider what was going on.
First off: there was an absolute darkness prior to his arrival, where that Omni-being resides. That must be where he watches us from. And then there was this place with eight gates but nothing inside. He started putting the puzzle together in his head. Alright, so if Omni sees everywhere at once, and this place is apparently the center... then... maybe this place is like a doughnut... Omni being the surface, this being the hole and all these gates leading to sections of the doughnut... He feels like that would be a very awkward design for a dimension.
Yet it feels incredibly accurate. There was nothing in this place, it was like a hole. He assumed there'd be something more corporeal behind any of the gates. And that Omni-space was complete darkness... inexplicable in and of itself. He considered getting a piece of paper and drawing it out, eager to learn the inner workings of this new game-like reality. If he knew the mechanics, he could use them to his advantage.
But that was for later discovery. For now, he arrives at the gate. "Dare I step through?" Neal asks himself aloud, using his most philosophical voice... Stepping from his bike and lifting it over his shoulders, he smirks at his own question. "I couldn't stop myself even if I wanted to." The step through the portal was the last step to officially accepting his new life in this strange universe. Neal accepted his new life not only with dignity, but the idea sent a jubilant vibration to his very core.