02-09-2014, 09:16 PM
"Well that was strange. I'll have to look up more about that Omni character later. If only Bob were here." Harry didn't know why he was talking to himself, but he was. It wasn't like there was anyone else at the strange fountain to talk to. As if to mock him, it had taken on the shape of the Stone Table and its surrounding grassy plateau, at least before the scenery gave way to featureless white a few feet away. Harry, ever curious, took a step towards the white, testing it with his foot and finding the void to be solid and smooth. He remembered that substance, that Omnilium. Maybe he could make something useful with it, like the Blue Beetle. After all, Omni had said to think of what he wanted most.
Harry concentrated on the Blue Beetle, his old, beaten-up VW Bug, but felt some sort of jolt, as if the Omnilium was telling him "no". "Alright, I'll start smaller." He thought of Karrin's motorbike, the nice, modern Harley. Motorcycles lasted longer in his wizardly presence than most small motorized vehicles, so Harry would give that a shot next. This time, Harry felt something working right, and he concentrated harder, holding the image of the bike with all its moving parts in his head like he would a spell construct. The Omnilium dripped forward like a liquid, thinning out into an oval the size of the bike over the next few minutes. When it felt like it was time, Harry finished the foreign spell with a clear incantation of Appare!
The Omnilium resolved into the shape of Murphy's bike with a surprising lack of energy expenditure on Harry's part. He got on the vehicle with a little bit of timidity, then realized that he lacked a helmet. Distrustful of this bike even more so than the real one in Chicago, Harry spent a good three minutes summoning a racing helmet. Somewhere along the way a memory had jarred loose and he'd wound up with the brilliant pink one Murphy had gotten for him as a joke. "Aw, who cares? I just want to go somewhere that isn't so blank." Harry slid his staff into the saddlebag, revved the bike's engine, and did a couple doughnuts to pick the direction he'd go in semi-randomly, taking off at a grand speed of... 15 miles per hour. The bike pretty much refused to exceed e.g.g that speed. "This is going to be boring, isn't it?"
He wasn't wrong. Thirty minutes later he arrived at a portal that stood in the middle of the air, leading out past an array of massive stones to a vast forest. The bike chose this moment to stutter and die. "Ya did good, little motorcycle. Ya did good." Smoke belched from the tailpipe in response. Still, it had lasted about as long in his presence as he'd wanted it to. He retrieved his staff and left the vehicle there, walking through the portal. Anywhere would be better than here, even if the heat was set to make his life a living hell in his heavy leather duster.
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Harry concentrated on the Blue Beetle, his old, beaten-up VW Bug, but felt some sort of jolt, as if the Omnilium was telling him "no". "Alright, I'll start smaller." He thought of Karrin's motorbike, the nice, modern Harley. Motorcycles lasted longer in his wizardly presence than most small motorized vehicles, so Harry would give that a shot next. This time, Harry felt something working right, and he concentrated harder, holding the image of the bike with all its moving parts in his head like he would a spell construct. The Omnilium dripped forward like a liquid, thinning out into an oval the size of the bike over the next few minutes. When it felt like it was time, Harry finished the foreign spell with a clear incantation of Appare!
The Omnilium resolved into the shape of Murphy's bike with a surprising lack of energy expenditure on Harry's part. He got on the vehicle with a little bit of timidity, then realized that he lacked a helmet. Distrustful of this bike even more so than the real one in Chicago, Harry spent a good three minutes summoning a racing helmet. Somewhere along the way a memory had jarred loose and he'd wound up with the brilliant pink one Murphy had gotten for him as a joke. "Aw, who cares? I just want to go somewhere that isn't so blank." Harry slid his staff into the saddlebag, revved the bike's engine, and did a couple doughnuts to pick the direction he'd go in semi-randomly, taking off at a grand speed of... 15 miles per hour. The bike pretty much refused to exceed e.g.g that speed. "This is going to be boring, isn't it?"
He wasn't wrong. Thirty minutes later he arrived at a portal that stood in the middle of the air, leading out past an array of massive stones to a vast forest. The bike chose this moment to stutter and die. "Ya did good, little motorcycle. Ya did good." Smoke belched from the tailpipe in response. Still, it had lasted about as long in his presence as he'd wanted it to. He retrieved his staff and left the vehicle there, walking through the portal. Anywhere would be better than here, even if the heat was set to make his life a living hell in his heavy leather duster.
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