09-25-2015, 10:08 AM
It was official, whatever realm this was called she hated it. It should be called monotinousverse or something. Who in their right mind makes a place that so totally plain and dull that the only points interest are sparsely decorated archways in a vast plane of white?
Unless the point was to drive them mad, in which case, they were doing an exceptional job.
However one distinct advantage she had now that she hadn’t last thought of how inane this place was… was that they were closer. And by closer Ururu would have to say significantly close. Enough ensure that here earlier assessment of the Gate’s plainness was not an over exaggeration. Really whoever made this needed some classes in exterior decoration-
Even at the distance they still were at, the pair had a clear view of exactly what was going on with the archway. Which was unusual because even an hour ago they had a good view if not as distinct. What was happening now was a change that was full of clues that could be exploited in some way.
Figures that looked to be hewn out of metal had just appeared from the whiteness of what had been beyond the now visible event horizon. That was abstract to say the least. But it certainly matched human expectations to some degree or another. After all the purpose of archways were the lead into a new location while supporting what was around it.
No more than two of these figures as far as Ururu could tell which made it likely either travelers or a scouting party. If it was a given that metal was in fashion and people naturally didn’t mind the weight then her thoughts would have been that these individuals were travelers… But in her experience metal rarely made a statement beyond ‘hey look at us, we are people who want to be protected from the horrors of war, please aim all your weapons at the shiny parts so we might survive!’
“Scouting party?”
Hikaru gave a grunt of agreement, like a cat raising its hackles. Her entire body suddenly much more ready to defend Ururu than before… However as with everything in this universe, it was set against.
Something gave Ururu the impression that her clone technique as it was… would not be enough beyond fighting off some drunk. Hikaru would only make a useful distraction or a shield. Not much else.
The figures suddenly froze apparently whatever animate conversation they were having was set aside as one pointed towards Ururu and Hikaru. The one who wasn’t pointing immediately had his hands falling to his side. It was a very Samurai thing to do even at this distance.
Don’t underestimate any potential opponent even at this distance. Underestimation means death.
Even if the bit of intestine she saw back there wasn’t indication, Ururu could now definitively confirm to herself that this world had seen war. Enough where people carried weapons and sent patrols out. That meant the potential for combat at a level Ururu was currently ill suited to handle.
The figures began moving more frantically back into their conversation before all at once they stopped turned around and went back through the archway, their bodies consumed by whiteness.
Whatever these gateways were they were a reliable technology for transitioning people and things back and forth through them. Which either meant familiarity or understanding in how they worked. More to the point how likely was it that these people used them on daily basis? How many were there? And more importantly would Ururu be able to recreate them?
That required knowledge.
Far be it for Ururu to scoff at a little research though that’s what Hikaru did. She didn’t blame her. It could be as monotonous as this plane they had found themselves in, but they didn’t change the end result of gaining something others did not.
The more she understood the more power she could to making their dreams a reality. Being able to be protected from idiocy of others, to live life however they desired and answer to no one but themselves and the Sage of the Six Paths. Maybe even help others do the same. It was the kind of the thing that made Ururu feel. Pride, joy maybe even a little bit of ambition that was marked by her own sense of awe when things exceeded her understandings or expectation.
This place in all its… white, did both things even if it did want to drive her to tears of boredom. Next time she’d see about getting through here quick. Maybe a carriage? Recreating her chopper would take a good deal of time and metallurgy unless there was some equivalent technology here. She hoped she was. The last thing she wanted was to be stuck in a time before the computer was created.
But even if that was the case she had time to recreate the engineering side things and more than few helpers to aid her in raising the cultural level of the world.
“Still think we should go through this thing?” Hikaru queried.
Ururu shrugged, to not do it would be denying themselves understanding even if it was a risk, “Worse comes to worse we send Saru first.”
That got a giggle from her companion… after all Saru was the epitome of curiosity killed the cat.
“Sounds like a plan to me.”
Unless the point was to drive them mad, in which case, they were doing an exceptional job.
However one distinct advantage she had now that she hadn’t last thought of how inane this place was… was that they were closer. And by closer Ururu would have to say significantly close. Enough ensure that here earlier assessment of the Gate’s plainness was not an over exaggeration. Really whoever made this needed some classes in exterior decoration-
Even at the distance they still were at, the pair had a clear view of exactly what was going on with the archway. Which was unusual because even an hour ago they had a good view if not as distinct. What was happening now was a change that was full of clues that could be exploited in some way.
Figures that looked to be hewn out of metal had just appeared from the whiteness of what had been beyond the now visible event horizon. That was abstract to say the least. But it certainly matched human expectations to some degree or another. After all the purpose of archways were the lead into a new location while supporting what was around it.
No more than two of these figures as far as Ururu could tell which made it likely either travelers or a scouting party. If it was a given that metal was in fashion and people naturally didn’t mind the weight then her thoughts would have been that these individuals were travelers… But in her experience metal rarely made a statement beyond ‘hey look at us, we are people who want to be protected from the horrors of war, please aim all your weapons at the shiny parts so we might survive!’
“Scouting party?”
Hikaru gave a grunt of agreement, like a cat raising its hackles. Her entire body suddenly much more ready to defend Ururu than before… However as with everything in this universe, it was set against.
Something gave Ururu the impression that her clone technique as it was… would not be enough beyond fighting off some drunk. Hikaru would only make a useful distraction or a shield. Not much else.
The figures suddenly froze apparently whatever animate conversation they were having was set aside as one pointed towards Ururu and Hikaru. The one who wasn’t pointing immediately had his hands falling to his side. It was a very Samurai thing to do even at this distance.
Don’t underestimate any potential opponent even at this distance. Underestimation means death.
Even if the bit of intestine she saw back there wasn’t indication, Ururu could now definitively confirm to herself that this world had seen war. Enough where people carried weapons and sent patrols out. That meant the potential for combat at a level Ururu was currently ill suited to handle.
The figures began moving more frantically back into their conversation before all at once they stopped turned around and went back through the archway, their bodies consumed by whiteness.
Whatever these gateways were they were a reliable technology for transitioning people and things back and forth through them. Which either meant familiarity or understanding in how they worked. More to the point how likely was it that these people used them on daily basis? How many were there? And more importantly would Ururu be able to recreate them?
That required knowledge.
Far be it for Ururu to scoff at a little research though that’s what Hikaru did. She didn’t blame her. It could be as monotonous as this plane they had found themselves in, but they didn’t change the end result of gaining something others did not.
The more she understood the more power she could to making their dreams a reality. Being able to be protected from idiocy of others, to live life however they desired and answer to no one but themselves and the Sage of the Six Paths. Maybe even help others do the same. It was the kind of the thing that made Ururu feel. Pride, joy maybe even a little bit of ambition that was marked by her own sense of awe when things exceeded her understandings or expectation.
This place in all its… white, did both things even if it did want to drive her to tears of boredom. Next time she’d see about getting through here quick. Maybe a carriage? Recreating her chopper would take a good deal of time and metallurgy unless there was some equivalent technology here. She hoped she was. The last thing she wanted was to be stuck in a time before the computer was created.
But even if that was the case she had time to recreate the engineering side things and more than few helpers to aid her in raising the cultural level of the world.
“Still think we should go through this thing?” Hikaru queried.
Ururu shrugged, to not do it would be denying themselves understanding even if it was a risk, “Worse comes to worse we send Saru first.”
That got a giggle from her companion… after all Saru was the epitome of curiosity killed the cat.
“Sounds like a plan to me.”