09-29-2015, 09:39 AM
A spiral of light and imagination fell around the Bridge of the Network which in itself wasn't unusual. It was the place Ururu had dreamed herself for the past five years since the day she had marked herself with Network Interface seal upon her collarbone.
Granted the bridge had grown many a times since then, with each new permanent personality that came to reside there, it folded twisted and transformed. Each of them added to the backdrop that was the horizon; it shifted with their gestalt subconsciousness, drifting over the day's or sometimes week's events depending on how long of a bender Ururu and her clones had been on.
When Ururu woke, or rather became mostly aware that she had begun a deep Dive she felt a weight on her thigh and glanced down and smiled at Hikaru who had followed her in.
Something itched blue.
Both drew up in the bed from the inn that had found themselves sleeping in and glanced around. Their alcove of the bridge was lit as was the far left alcove that belonged to Saru.
Oddly the boy who was modeled most closely to Ururu's younger self was absent. But even more odd was the fact that the other alcoves for each of the other permanent residents were in contrast, darkened. Only enough light played there to hint at the sleeping forms.
Something itched ice cream.
Ururu shrugged, she had a creeping understanding why but for her part it was as if her consciousness was hiding the reason for her even though just minutes ago she knew that answer.
The world wasn't right, but... not in a way that was concerning. When in all cases it should have been frightening. Nothing messed with her mindscape and her friends. It was hers and hers alone.
Not that the verse agreed.
Water rushed past them as the sea of thought parted around the Bridge. The light that filtered down from the surface changed the marble floors from white to black stone with shifting patterns that resembled many times she had Dived in her last lifetime. Before the Mad God had abducted her.
Something itched north?
That got Ururu's attention as her eyes drifted beyond the statue of the Sage of the Six-Paths. Something there did not belong, just beyond the water where her imagination lay and Saru's usual stomping grounds that was her mind's defenses.
No this was something firmly between her Network and her defenses but just outside the subconscious. Which didn't make sense. Last time something like that happened...
Areshi-sensei.
North itched stronger and prompted Ururu to walk to the water wall on the south end and pressed her hand into it much like she would have upon the fountain in the waking word if she was going to Dive into a clone or a Doll. Hikaru however was regarding her oddly and summoned clothes, silk pink pajama bottoms and tops, upon both their forms. As usual her lover was more conscious of what was happening in the Network...
For Ururu it was just instinct and desire at least when her mind was sleeping. And that north'ing friggin itch wasn't going to go away on its own. Unless it decided to sprout wings... in which case it would. But Ururu didn't count on such blessings to come without her wanting it to do so.
And this was too interesting to pass up. Visitors were so seldom and even fewer were welcome.
Water parted again and shining hallway formed and coral lamps ignited in a fury of green flame that produced curtains of silver mist.
Ururu pressed harder into the gap with her hand and the walls pushed further apart into a grander hallway with shifting figures etched into the surface.
Personas that didn't survive the humanity. Echos of thought. The froth of her subconscious now. Some even committed neural suicide when they realized they were never human to start with. All of them, save for a few sociopaths that had popped up over the years, she mourned.
Now with a proper area to walk, Ururu spotted something that didn't belong, existing in its own realm space. Something else that wasn't her. Oh this was just delicious. Was it an orange walker? Or had the Mad God come to prostrate himself in forgiveness of denying Ururu her Sage given awesomeness...?
Who knew, but Ururu wanted to find out.
Granted the bridge had grown many a times since then, with each new permanent personality that came to reside there, it folded twisted and transformed. Each of them added to the backdrop that was the horizon; it shifted with their gestalt subconsciousness, drifting over the day's or sometimes week's events depending on how long of a bender Ururu and her clones had been on.
When Ururu woke, or rather became mostly aware that she had begun a deep Dive she felt a weight on her thigh and glanced down and smiled at Hikaru who had followed her in.
Something itched blue.
Both drew up in the bed from the inn that had found themselves sleeping in and glanced around. Their alcove of the bridge was lit as was the far left alcove that belonged to Saru.
Oddly the boy who was modeled most closely to Ururu's younger self was absent. But even more odd was the fact that the other alcoves for each of the other permanent residents were in contrast, darkened. Only enough light played there to hint at the sleeping forms.
Something itched ice cream.
Ururu shrugged, she had a creeping understanding why but for her part it was as if her consciousness was hiding the reason for her even though just minutes ago she knew that answer.
The world wasn't right, but... not in a way that was concerning. When in all cases it should have been frightening. Nothing messed with her mindscape and her friends. It was hers and hers alone.
Not that the verse agreed.
Water rushed past them as the sea of thought parted around the Bridge. The light that filtered down from the surface changed the marble floors from white to black stone with shifting patterns that resembled many times she had Dived in her last lifetime. Before the Mad God had abducted her.
Something itched north?
That got Ururu's attention as her eyes drifted beyond the statue of the Sage of the Six-Paths. Something there did not belong, just beyond the water where her imagination lay and Saru's usual stomping grounds that was her mind's defenses.
No this was something firmly between her Network and her defenses but just outside the subconscious. Which didn't make sense. Last time something like that happened...
Areshi-sensei.
North itched stronger and prompted Ururu to walk to the water wall on the south end and pressed her hand into it much like she would have upon the fountain in the waking word if she was going to Dive into a clone or a Doll. Hikaru however was regarding her oddly and summoned clothes, silk pink pajama bottoms and tops, upon both their forms. As usual her lover was more conscious of what was happening in the Network...
For Ururu it was just instinct and desire at least when her mind was sleeping. And that north'ing friggin itch wasn't going to go away on its own. Unless it decided to sprout wings... in which case it would. But Ururu didn't count on such blessings to come without her wanting it to do so.
And this was too interesting to pass up. Visitors were so seldom and even fewer were welcome.
Water parted again and shining hallway formed and coral lamps ignited in a fury of green flame that produced curtains of silver mist.
Ururu pressed harder into the gap with her hand and the walls pushed further apart into a grander hallway with shifting figures etched into the surface.
Personas that didn't survive the humanity. Echos of thought. The froth of her subconscious now. Some even committed neural suicide when they realized they were never human to start with. All of them, save for a few sociopaths that had popped up over the years, she mourned.
Now with a proper area to walk, Ururu spotted something that didn't belong, existing in its own realm space. Something else that wasn't her. Oh this was just delicious. Was it an orange walker? Or had the Mad God come to prostrate himself in forgiveness of denying Ururu her Sage given awesomeness...?
Who knew, but Ururu wanted to find out.