06-01-2015, 09:09 PM
Galel stared at the God-Mind for several moments after it had turned away. This being had existed outside of time itself, had been tasked with ending it's universe. It too, had been laid low by Omni. Galel chuckled within his mental bastion. At least others had been reduced by the damnable daemon that had brought him here. The other 'Primes' as Omni had called them, they were like him. Stolen exemplars of their own worlds, used as cheap entertainment by a capricious god. Galel would love ruining his fun. If he's anything like Tzeentch, that will be impossible. He thought, but nonetheless, he would try.
Galel watched the screens intently, his interest piquing as the mewling boy that Okor had found came into the fore. He watched as the insignificant child betrayed a woman, sending her screaming into the depths of the warp. You have to admire his conviction, if nothing else. Galel mused, silently disapproving of the boy's lack of honour. A pity he won't survive much longer. He'll be discarded by his new allies and chewed upon by the crows. Galel smiled at that last thought. He'd love to watch. For some reason, he didn't like the boy. Something about his demeanour irked Galel. He seemed off, oblivious to the true nature of things.
The Sorcerer turned to look at Nealaphh, only to find him gone. He turned around, his third eye searching for the Warpspawn. There. He spotted him sulking about, observing the crowds. Galel raised an eyebrow inquisitively, his gaze following the God-Mind's and watching the crawling masses. Their clothing sported all manner of symbols and words, glorifying this contestant or that one, or even the company that was running the games. Pitiful thralls to mundane overlords. What a sad sight. Galel chuckled to himself. Where he came from, corporations and companies were rare and weak things. The soul-crushing majority of all resources were controlled by military powers. Whether from the Mechanicus of it's Dark counterpart, all technology was owned, built, designed, and operated by religious fanatics. Perhaps it was wrong, that science had been reduced from it's height during the Dark Age of Technology to the ritualistic and memorized form it took in the forty-first millenium. But many things that were wrong were commonplace where he came from.
Galel caught a glimpse of a screen as it took a break from the action. Videos of Primes fighting in odd locales were clipped together in a montage of sorts while a deep and strangely familiar voice spoke over it. "Syntex Corporation is the proud sponsor of Dante's Abyss! Visit us on the Dataverse at double-u, double-u, double-u, dot, SYNTEX, dot, data!" Galel raised an eyebrow. "What is the 'Dataverse'?" he mused out loud, prompting a nearby secondary to look at him strangely. "The Dataverse is like, the coolest place man!" the youth exclaimed, grabbing a small handheld device and shoving it towards his face. The Sorcerer scowled, grabbing the youth's wrist and holding it in place as he examined the device. "Crude, but effective." He muttered, releasing the youth's wrist. "Leave me." He said to the boy, turning to walk towards the entrance.
Taking a seat near the entrance, Galel closed his eyes and focused inward. He could feel the Omnillium within him, churning as raw potential, waiting to be put to use. He could work with this, it wasn't very much different from the warp, if perhaps a bit safer. He attempted to alter the world around him, and frowned. It was less potent than Psychic power had been, more stable, and more difficult to mould. It would take time to create anything. Instead, Galel decided to focus inwards. He felt his heart pound as he let Omnillium enter his bloodstream, flow up into his head, and be absorbed into his brain. The veins and arteries around his third eye bulged, and the eye itself snapped open. It was bloodshot, and quickly began to flit about. Galel smirked and opened his mortal eyes. Watching the same event twice produced an odd effect, but within moments he had adjusted. It was not quite the same as skimming the warp for glimpses of possible futures, but it was just as effective.
"Don't step there." Galel said to a passing Secondary. The woman looked at him, confused, as she stepped on a banana peel and tripped. "I warned you." Galel said calmly, not even glancing at her. The Sorcerer chuckled to himself, his thoughts full of glee. He had power again. Not all of it, but some of it was returning, coming back to him. Soon enough, he would be able to do all that he wished and more. Reaching inside himself once more, he gauged his Omnillium reserves. They were low, certainly, but he had some power left. He toyed with several ideas, before settling on the device that the youth had shown him. He would not create an exact duplicate, but the basic concept would be the same.
Galel watched the screens intently, his interest piquing as the mewling boy that Okor had found came into the fore. He watched as the insignificant child betrayed a woman, sending her screaming into the depths of the warp. You have to admire his conviction, if nothing else. Galel mused, silently disapproving of the boy's lack of honour. A pity he won't survive much longer. He'll be discarded by his new allies and chewed upon by the crows. Galel smiled at that last thought. He'd love to watch. For some reason, he didn't like the boy. Something about his demeanour irked Galel. He seemed off, oblivious to the true nature of things.
The Sorcerer turned to look at Nealaphh, only to find him gone. He turned around, his third eye searching for the Warpspawn. There. He spotted him sulking about, observing the crowds. Galel raised an eyebrow inquisitively, his gaze following the God-Mind's and watching the crawling masses. Their clothing sported all manner of symbols and words, glorifying this contestant or that one, or even the company that was running the games. Pitiful thralls to mundane overlords. What a sad sight. Galel chuckled to himself. Where he came from, corporations and companies were rare and weak things. The soul-crushing majority of all resources were controlled by military powers. Whether from the Mechanicus of it's Dark counterpart, all technology was owned, built, designed, and operated by religious fanatics. Perhaps it was wrong, that science had been reduced from it's height during the Dark Age of Technology to the ritualistic and memorized form it took in the forty-first millenium. But many things that were wrong were commonplace where he came from.
Galel caught a glimpse of a screen as it took a break from the action. Videos of Primes fighting in odd locales were clipped together in a montage of sorts while a deep and strangely familiar voice spoke over it. "Syntex Corporation is the proud sponsor of Dante's Abyss! Visit us on the Dataverse at double-u, double-u, double-u, dot, SYNTEX, dot, data!" Galel raised an eyebrow. "What is the 'Dataverse'?" he mused out loud, prompting a nearby secondary to look at him strangely. "The Dataverse is like, the coolest place man!" the youth exclaimed, grabbing a small handheld device and shoving it towards his face. The Sorcerer scowled, grabbing the youth's wrist and holding it in place as he examined the device. "Crude, but effective." He muttered, releasing the youth's wrist. "Leave me." He said to the boy, turning to walk towards the entrance.
Taking a seat near the entrance, Galel closed his eyes and focused inward. He could feel the Omnillium within him, churning as raw potential, waiting to be put to use. He could work with this, it wasn't very much different from the warp, if perhaps a bit safer. He attempted to alter the world around him, and frowned. It was less potent than Psychic power had been, more stable, and more difficult to mould. It would take time to create anything. Instead, Galel decided to focus inwards. He felt his heart pound as he let Omnillium enter his bloodstream, flow up into his head, and be absorbed into his brain. The veins and arteries around his third eye bulged, and the eye itself snapped open. It was bloodshot, and quickly began to flit about. Galel smirked and opened his mortal eyes. Watching the same event twice produced an odd effect, but within moments he had adjusted. It was not quite the same as skimming the warp for glimpses of possible futures, but it was just as effective.
"Don't step there." Galel said to a passing Secondary. The woman looked at him, confused, as she stepped on a banana peel and tripped. "I warned you." Galel said calmly, not even glancing at her. The Sorcerer chuckled to himself, his thoughts full of glee. He had power again. Not all of it, but some of it was returning, coming back to him. Soon enough, he would be able to do all that he wished and more. Reaching inside himself once more, he gauged his Omnillium reserves. They were low, certainly, but he had some power left. He toyed with several ideas, before settling on the device that the youth had shown him. He would not create an exact duplicate, but the basic concept would be the same.