09-26-2013, 10:27 AM
They were beginning to annoy him, all of them.
All the new entrants from the Fountain of Infinity all came, were silent for a few moments, paid no mind to the others around them, then would go straight to either Bradley or Thrall's side without much thought or consideration to the others gathered there. They didn't bother to see if any alliances could be formed, which was foolish; they didn't bother to ask whether whatever they sought, if they even knew what that was, could be found in any of the respective worlds, which was reckless; and they didn't seem to pay enough mind to those around them to profile the personalities of the other entities around them, in the case that there was a future encounter, which was very careless.
He didn't have to ask himself whether he had been that careless in the past or not; he knew he had been, off and on throughout his protracted lifetime, when he was naïve enough to think that he could trust what people did and said at face value, for surely they were concerned enough with meeting their ends that they would take time to size up who they could trust, who they could ally themselves with, and how the offers presented to them might work for or against their endeavors.
But no, it seemed most just ignored the others gathered there, interested only in those who made themselves immediately available. Sure, the two clad in red and black were engaging in banter with one another, but that was about it, the extent of any real interaction between the new 'Primes' who had made it into this strange world.
Well, he wouldn't make the same mistake. If nothing else, he would at least introduce himself to those who seemed competent and useful, and who might possess the intelligence to know his own worth.
The first one he would approach was the odd, zany man clad in red and black, with a similar mask over his face. The man had called the other red-and-black clad man Skinhead, which was a term Maximillion recognized, and found funny. The man had a muscular build about him, and although he made odd, off-the-wall remarks every few seconds, or so it seemed, he seemed intelligent, and had a good grasp of his environment, which was a useful asset. Making his way over to the other man, he would extend a hand quietly..
"Greetings," Maximillion said quietly, prepared to shake the man's hand, and half expecting the man to try and pull some kind of prank, or make some kind of off-the-wall remark. Maybe he'll surprise me, the ebony man thought as he held his hand out, a stoic expression on his face, but an inviting gleam in his eyes.
"My name is Maximillion, and who might you be?"
"Why am I here?"
Upon appearing in the black-turned-white expanse around himself and the odd figure who had introduced himself as Omni, he had immediately begun asking questions, which suited his inquisitive nature well.
"Why are you here?" Omni replied, seemingly entertained by Maximillion's question. The entity's odd, intelligent, yet somewhat childish personality had intrigued the ebony man to no end, and he suspected this entity knew that well.
"It's true, I may be here by my own design, Karma, some kind of Divine Providence, or a fluke in the space-time continuum. Unfortunately, that's not something I have an answer to, of current."
He studied the Omni entity curiously as the latter eyed him, as though deep in thought. Does he find me amusing? Humorous? Annoying? Troublesome? Or is he reserving judgment? the ebony man puzzled silently, interested in what this individual might tell him, and how it might help him in this new 'afterlife', or 'after-life' of sorts.
"You didn't come here by your own power did you? Did you cast a spell, chant a mantra, or rub a magic lamp to get here?"
Maximillion shook his head in response to Omni's query.
"No, I did not. Last I recall, I was killed, shot down. I was in an odd Feudal-Era style Dimension, and lived the life of a young orphan raised by a kindly, yet amazingly skilled Samurai who opposed the oppression of our alien dictators. I held my own fair enough, but when compared to other lives I have lived, I didn't think that one all too interesting. Individuals I've met in new dimensions have no knowledge nor interest in my past exploits, yet you somehow seem aware of them."
Omni didn't respond right away, which piqued Maximillion's curiosity more. Just when he thought he could wait no longer for an answer, Omni finally gave one.
"This is the Omniverse. I have brought interesting people from different places here. The 'why' of the matter isn't so easily explained, nor am I ready to tell you. You understand, don't you?"
Omni was speaking in riddles. Is this typical? Maximillion found himself wondering as he eyed the entity curiously, sensing the immense power radiating from it. In fact, he had to force himself to stifle his heightened senses, because the more he tried to probe the entity and figure out what it was, the more he was filled with an unspeakable anxiety, frustration, and feeling as though every one of his senses was being overwhelmed...and that, if he didn't stop probing, he could well be knocked unconscious, or perhaps even killed, from an 'overdose' of this entity's very Being.
"Are you one of the many Gods mentioned in the realms I have visited in times prior? Or are you perhaps just one of those omnipotent entities who exist in this plane, and no other? What is your influence in the other dimensions, and have I ever encountered you before?"
He knew the answer to this may or may not be given to him. Only twice or thrice in his life had he ever been privileged with speaking to an Omniscient or Omnipotent (or both) being, and he had found that each meeting had filled up his proverbial 'tank' when he was at the brink of giving up on living, when the curiosities of the world no longer seemed appetizing, and it seemed all secrets had been discovered, all obscure knowledge learned, all possibilities explored.
He wanted to ask Omni how he would absorb all the knowledge, perhaps even power, this realm had to offer. He wanted to ask what the key to power was, and if there were any tips, tricks or hints he could receive about how he would go about finding the answers to these questions..
But that would have been rude, irreverent. Those who others thought of as 'deities', they rarely had patience for that kind of irreverence, preferring instead a curious, fertile mind that was willing to harvest and cultivate itself under the care and tenacity of it's Possessor.
So, this he would give, this he would provide.
"If it is not too impetuous, I would like to ask to see you again soon. I will spend as much time as I can getting to know what this new Existence consists of, and what it takes to acquire all that I desire anywhere I go."
All the new entrants from the Fountain of Infinity all came, were silent for a few moments, paid no mind to the others around them, then would go straight to either Bradley or Thrall's side without much thought or consideration to the others gathered there. They didn't bother to see if any alliances could be formed, which was foolish; they didn't bother to ask whether whatever they sought, if they even knew what that was, could be found in any of the respective worlds, which was reckless; and they didn't seem to pay enough mind to those around them to profile the personalities of the other entities around them, in the case that there was a future encounter, which was very careless.
He didn't have to ask himself whether he had been that careless in the past or not; he knew he had been, off and on throughout his protracted lifetime, when he was naïve enough to think that he could trust what people did and said at face value, for surely they were concerned enough with meeting their ends that they would take time to size up who they could trust, who they could ally themselves with, and how the offers presented to them might work for or against their endeavors.
But no, it seemed most just ignored the others gathered there, interested only in those who made themselves immediately available. Sure, the two clad in red and black were engaging in banter with one another, but that was about it, the extent of any real interaction between the new 'Primes' who had made it into this strange world.
Well, he wouldn't make the same mistake. If nothing else, he would at least introduce himself to those who seemed competent and useful, and who might possess the intelligence to know his own worth.
The first one he would approach was the odd, zany man clad in red and black, with a similar mask over his face. The man had called the other red-and-black clad man Skinhead, which was a term Maximillion recognized, and found funny. The man had a muscular build about him, and although he made odd, off-the-wall remarks every few seconds, or so it seemed, he seemed intelligent, and had a good grasp of his environment, which was a useful asset. Making his way over to the other man, he would extend a hand quietly..
"Greetings," Maximillion said quietly, prepared to shake the man's hand, and half expecting the man to try and pull some kind of prank, or make some kind of off-the-wall remark. Maybe he'll surprise me, the ebony man thought as he held his hand out, a stoic expression on his face, but an inviting gleam in his eyes.
"My name is Maximillion, and who might you be?"
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FLASHBACK
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FLASHBACK
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"Why am I here?"
Upon appearing in the black-turned-white expanse around himself and the odd figure who had introduced himself as Omni, he had immediately begun asking questions, which suited his inquisitive nature well.
"Why are you here?" Omni replied, seemingly entertained by Maximillion's question. The entity's odd, intelligent, yet somewhat childish personality had intrigued the ebony man to no end, and he suspected this entity knew that well.
"It's true, I may be here by my own design, Karma, some kind of Divine Providence, or a fluke in the space-time continuum. Unfortunately, that's not something I have an answer to, of current."
He studied the Omni entity curiously as the latter eyed him, as though deep in thought. Does he find me amusing? Humorous? Annoying? Troublesome? Or is he reserving judgment? the ebony man puzzled silently, interested in what this individual might tell him, and how it might help him in this new 'afterlife', or 'after-life' of sorts.
"You didn't come here by your own power did you? Did you cast a spell, chant a mantra, or rub a magic lamp to get here?"
Maximillion shook his head in response to Omni's query.
"No, I did not. Last I recall, I was killed, shot down. I was in an odd Feudal-Era style Dimension, and lived the life of a young orphan raised by a kindly, yet amazingly skilled Samurai who opposed the oppression of our alien dictators. I held my own fair enough, but when compared to other lives I have lived, I didn't think that one all too interesting. Individuals I've met in new dimensions have no knowledge nor interest in my past exploits, yet you somehow seem aware of them."
Omni didn't respond right away, which piqued Maximillion's curiosity more. Just when he thought he could wait no longer for an answer, Omni finally gave one.
"This is the Omniverse. I have brought interesting people from different places here. The 'why' of the matter isn't so easily explained, nor am I ready to tell you. You understand, don't you?"
Omni was speaking in riddles. Is this typical? Maximillion found himself wondering as he eyed the entity curiously, sensing the immense power radiating from it. In fact, he had to force himself to stifle his heightened senses, because the more he tried to probe the entity and figure out what it was, the more he was filled with an unspeakable anxiety, frustration, and feeling as though every one of his senses was being overwhelmed...and that, if he didn't stop probing, he could well be knocked unconscious, or perhaps even killed, from an 'overdose' of this entity's very Being.
"Are you one of the many Gods mentioned in the realms I have visited in times prior? Or are you perhaps just one of those omnipotent entities who exist in this plane, and no other? What is your influence in the other dimensions, and have I ever encountered you before?"
He knew the answer to this may or may not be given to him. Only twice or thrice in his life had he ever been privileged with speaking to an Omniscient or Omnipotent (or both) being, and he had found that each meeting had filled up his proverbial 'tank' when he was at the brink of giving up on living, when the curiosities of the world no longer seemed appetizing, and it seemed all secrets had been discovered, all obscure knowledge learned, all possibilities explored.
He wanted to ask Omni how he would absorb all the knowledge, perhaps even power, this realm had to offer. He wanted to ask what the key to power was, and if there were any tips, tricks or hints he could receive about how he would go about finding the answers to these questions..
But that would have been rude, irreverent. Those who others thought of as 'deities', they rarely had patience for that kind of irreverence, preferring instead a curious, fertile mind that was willing to harvest and cultivate itself under the care and tenacity of it's Possessor.
So, this he would give, this he would provide.
"If it is not too impetuous, I would like to ask to see you again soon. I will spend as much time as I can getting to know what this new Existence consists of, and what it takes to acquire all that I desire anywhere I go."