10-12-2015, 11:26 PM
Somewhere in the night he was being chased, though he couldn't see by who, or what, it was. All that Devon could see was the grin, the strange ever present grin that followed him everywhere. No matter where he went, or what alley he turned down, it was always behind him. Eventually it would catch up, it would pounce on him from a roof, or he would turn down a dead end, but no matter what he did it always would catch him.
At that, as always, would be the point when he would wake up.
Devon, known to most as Brother Devon, shot up in cot he was sleeping on and after a few moments wiped the sweat from his forehead. For the past few weeks the frequency and intensity of these dreams had increased. Whatever the cause Devon would have to look into it later, for now he had to thank his hosts and then be on his way.
He had been staying with the Vernon family for a few weeks now, the arrangement being that he would stay and help fix the fence and when it was done he would be on his way. They were a nice family and had kept their word, he had three meals a day, as well as a nice cot to sleep on in the garage. It also helped that the man got along with the couples son, Rory, and would watch them for his parents whenever they needed a break. Sadly though his time here was at an end, the fence was fine and sturdy, and the road was calling to him once more.
He got dressed, his usually t-shirt and jeans combo with the white leather jacket, and then wiped the sleep from his eyes with his gloved hands. Feeling a bit more awake he stretched his limbs out before packing up his belongings and taking one last look around his temporary home. The garage had been covered with his clothing, books, and scrolls, which now were stuffed into his ruck sack, and without them the place now looked very empty. His sword, the roman gladius always had with him, lay under his bed were he always left it when he wasn't going out somewhere. Picking it up he strapped it to his waist and then drew the blade, staring at it.
As far as sword went it was pretty plain, a hilt with no markings and a wooden grip, the blade had no decorations other then his name engraved in it, leather scabbard, and little else. While it was a sturdy sword it was nothing special, but holding it always brought back the memories of when he was presented it. Roman history had always been a fravourite subject of his, so when the master-at-arms had to decide which weapon to train Devon in this is what he had presented him, he said it was an early birthday gift of course. Even holding it now brought back memories of that time and place.
With a sigh Decon replaced the blade in its' scabbard and took one last look around. It had been nice place to stay, but like all things it too must pass. Making his way from the garage into the house proper Devon navigated into the kitchen where he saw Kathy Vernon and his husband Mike waiting for him, a plate of eggs and toast with a large cup of coffee waiting there for him.
“Figured ya'd need this before ya go.” Mike rumbled to him in the low tone of voice of his, to which Devon bowed his head and thanked the man.
“Yes, thank you Broth... er...I mean, Mike. Thank you, you didn't have to, but, thank you.” Devon had learned in the first few days here that calling everyone brother or sister as he normally would do was not the proper thing to do. It was Mike, Kathy, Rory, and nothing else would do. Devon had liked the family instantly from that point on.
”Of course we did!” Kathy told him, smiling that ever lovely smile of hers! You know the kind, the ones that would melt even the coldest of hearts. ”You helped us lots with that fence, and were never no bother to us! It is the least we could do. Now hush up and eat!”
The young monk had learned not to argue when the law had been laid down so clearly so he nodded, sat down, and ate. The eggs were perfect, as always, over east just the way he liked them. The toast smelled great, rye with a good helping of butter! The coffee was just the way he liked it, how did that saying go? Black as night and as sweet as sin, though Devon didn't really like that sin part, you don't have to be religious to not like sin, still it was just a saying he guessed.
After he finished devouring his food he got up and bowed to the both of them, thanking them again for everything. They tried to give him money again, as they did almost every day for the past week, but he declined. They needed to much more then he did, plus he had made a vow to not gain personal wealth for himself, and this was something he took very seriously. The odd times he was forced to take money he only used the bare minimum to survive, he always donated or gave away the rest. As he was heading out of the ktichen a voice called to him.
”Don't forget to say bye to Rory before you go!” He turned back and smiled, nodding his head, of course he wouldn't!
“Of course not Kathy, again thank you, both of you.” Turning around Devon left the kitchen and made his way down the hall. He came to the living room, where he assumed Rory was by the sounds of the cartoons coming through the closed door, and reached out for the handle.
How do you tell a child that had grown accustomed to having you around that you now had to leave? With a sigh he held on to the door handle and twisted, opening the door. Instead of the living room he was greeted by a flash of white light as the world around him melted into nothingness.
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Devon opened his eyes slowly, staring up into what seemed to be a vast expanse of, well, white and little else. Sitting up he rubbed his eyes and then sat there holding his temples due to having a massive headache, one so bad that if he actually drank he assumed this would be what a hang over would feel like. Something in the back of his mind was bothering him, he vaguely remembered something about a grinning thing, it was man shaped but there was no way he could have called that human. Maybe it had been another dream. Maybe the whole thing had just been a dream and he was still in the cot in the Vernons' garage. Reaching down he expected to feel the steel pipes in the edge but found only bricks, and this of course caused him to really focus on his surroundings. He was not in the garage, not one bit, he was in fact in front of a very fancy stone fountain in the middle of a white expanse.
He sat there, not moving nor blinking, for a few moments when all the memories came flooding back. The grinning man and his words.
Right, that had happened. He remembered now because at the time he had the feeling that he should have been taking notes, but the thing didn't really wait for him to do so, plus he was a little bit awe struck as well. What else had it said again?
Ah yes, that stuff that was apparently very important here, this Omnillum that he was supposed to collect. The whole thing didn't sit well with him, it sounded too much like trying to amass wealth. He hadn't noticed it but as he was thinking about the stuff he had apparently taken out a piece of it and was idly playing with it, a round little orbs of a strange metal. Why had it been orbs? They aren't really something you can pack into a pocket well, why not something a little more easy to carry?
Almost as if it was reacting to his thought the orb flattened out in his hand and because a small, thin, rectangular sheet, and at the centre was that grinning face that would haunt his nightmares for weeks to come. That at least took care of that problem for now, but it did bring up other areas of study. It apparently reacted to his thoughts, that was plan enough, so what else could it do? With a sigh Devon took the sheet and stuffed it in a pocket with the rest of them. Wait, there were more? Taking them out of his pocket he noticed he had a small stack of the bills that he didn't remember having before. The more he learned about this place the more it vexed him. Putting the Omnillum away the monk decided to take a look at the fountain, as it seemed to be the only bit of anything around, at least in the immediate area.
Strangely enough the fountain itself reminded him of one back at the monastery, the water for it came from a local spring and was actually rather cold and refreshing, he wondered if this would be the same? He had just dipped a hand in, noting that it was indeed as cold as the water he remembered, when a voice commented just as he was bringing it up to his lips.
”You actually gonna drinks that?” Letting the water fall back into the fountain Devon looked around for its source but couldn't see anything, that was until a cough brought his gaze down. What he saw caused him to jump back, bumping into the fountain, with a short cry of surprise. Standing there, no taller then his knees, was a small green creature. He couldn't say exactly what it was, it was certainly like none of the other races on his planet, though maybe if you crossed a halfling with a head of cabbage and a.... no. Well, maybe? No. Maybe a goblin, though weren't they just fairy tales?
Realizing that he had reacted rather poorly towards this, fellow he guessed, he might have come off as rather rude.
“I am, uh, well, sorry about that. Sir. Sorry sir.” Devon sort of scratched at the back of his head while he spoke, feeling and probably looking rather awkward towards the situation in general. The thing was looking at him oddly, Devon wasn't sure if the green creature was going to hit him or what.
”Yous new here?” Devon sort of just nodded, not daring to speak at the moment, though this seemed to break the tension a little bit. ”Ah, S'ok. I'll let 'er pass. Still I wouldn't drinks that!”
Devon looked from the fountain, to the one speaking to him, back to the fountain, then back to the speaker.
“Ah, ok I guess, sure. Why not?” The creature looked at him and shrugged at the question.
”Not sure what you sees, but that thing is rusty lookings. Waters looks bad too.” Once again Devon did the back and forth between the thing and the fountain.
“Hm, but I don't see that. Strange, does it change for everyone?” The creature shrugged. “I see, have you tried to drink from it? Has anyone? Would it be safe, do you think? I wonder if it is magical, it would have to be I guess. Perhaps someone has tried studying it maybe?”
”You talks too much.” With that the small green creature just turned and walked away, it probably had better places to be.
“Oh, ok, well, good bye I guess.” There was no reaction to his words, as the thing was already well on it's way. Still, this was something! It didn't make much sense and just brought up even more questions, but it was something!
Sitting down he pulled off his ruck sack and dug through it till he found what he needed, a small leather bound journal and a pencil. Quickly he got to sketching out the fountain and writing what notes he could from his limited exchange, maybe someone else would come by he could ask about it, someone a little more knowledgeable and a little less green.
At that, as always, would be the point when he would wake up.
Devon, known to most as Brother Devon, shot up in cot he was sleeping on and after a few moments wiped the sweat from his forehead. For the past few weeks the frequency and intensity of these dreams had increased. Whatever the cause Devon would have to look into it later, for now he had to thank his hosts and then be on his way.
He had been staying with the Vernon family for a few weeks now, the arrangement being that he would stay and help fix the fence and when it was done he would be on his way. They were a nice family and had kept their word, he had three meals a day, as well as a nice cot to sleep on in the garage. It also helped that the man got along with the couples son, Rory, and would watch them for his parents whenever they needed a break. Sadly though his time here was at an end, the fence was fine and sturdy, and the road was calling to him once more.
He got dressed, his usually t-shirt and jeans combo with the white leather jacket, and then wiped the sleep from his eyes with his gloved hands. Feeling a bit more awake he stretched his limbs out before packing up his belongings and taking one last look around his temporary home. The garage had been covered with his clothing, books, and scrolls, which now were stuffed into his ruck sack, and without them the place now looked very empty. His sword, the roman gladius always had with him, lay under his bed were he always left it when he wasn't going out somewhere. Picking it up he strapped it to his waist and then drew the blade, staring at it.
As far as sword went it was pretty plain, a hilt with no markings and a wooden grip, the blade had no decorations other then his name engraved in it, leather scabbard, and little else. While it was a sturdy sword it was nothing special, but holding it always brought back the memories of when he was presented it. Roman history had always been a fravourite subject of his, so when the master-at-arms had to decide which weapon to train Devon in this is what he had presented him, he said it was an early birthday gift of course. Even holding it now brought back memories of that time and place.
With a sigh Decon replaced the blade in its' scabbard and took one last look around. It had been nice place to stay, but like all things it too must pass. Making his way from the garage into the house proper Devon navigated into the kitchen where he saw Kathy Vernon and his husband Mike waiting for him, a plate of eggs and toast with a large cup of coffee waiting there for him.
“Figured ya'd need this before ya go.” Mike rumbled to him in the low tone of voice of his, to which Devon bowed his head and thanked the man.
“Yes, thank you Broth... er...I mean, Mike. Thank you, you didn't have to, but, thank you.” Devon had learned in the first few days here that calling everyone brother or sister as he normally would do was not the proper thing to do. It was Mike, Kathy, Rory, and nothing else would do. Devon had liked the family instantly from that point on.
”Of course we did!” Kathy told him, smiling that ever lovely smile of hers! You know the kind, the ones that would melt even the coldest of hearts. ”You helped us lots with that fence, and were never no bother to us! It is the least we could do. Now hush up and eat!”
The young monk had learned not to argue when the law had been laid down so clearly so he nodded, sat down, and ate. The eggs were perfect, as always, over east just the way he liked them. The toast smelled great, rye with a good helping of butter! The coffee was just the way he liked it, how did that saying go? Black as night and as sweet as sin, though Devon didn't really like that sin part, you don't have to be religious to not like sin, still it was just a saying he guessed.
After he finished devouring his food he got up and bowed to the both of them, thanking them again for everything. They tried to give him money again, as they did almost every day for the past week, but he declined. They needed to much more then he did, plus he had made a vow to not gain personal wealth for himself, and this was something he took very seriously. The odd times he was forced to take money he only used the bare minimum to survive, he always donated or gave away the rest. As he was heading out of the ktichen a voice called to him.
”Don't forget to say bye to Rory before you go!” He turned back and smiled, nodding his head, of course he wouldn't!
“Of course not Kathy, again thank you, both of you.” Turning around Devon left the kitchen and made his way down the hall. He came to the living room, where he assumed Rory was by the sounds of the cartoons coming through the closed door, and reached out for the handle.
How do you tell a child that had grown accustomed to having you around that you now had to leave? With a sigh he held on to the door handle and twisted, opening the door. Instead of the living room he was greeted by a flash of white light as the world around him melted into nothingness.
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Devon opened his eyes slowly, staring up into what seemed to be a vast expanse of, well, white and little else. Sitting up he rubbed his eyes and then sat there holding his temples due to having a massive headache, one so bad that if he actually drank he assumed this would be what a hang over would feel like. Something in the back of his mind was bothering him, he vaguely remembered something about a grinning thing, it was man shaped but there was no way he could have called that human. Maybe it had been another dream. Maybe the whole thing had just been a dream and he was still in the cot in the Vernons' garage. Reaching down he expected to feel the steel pipes in the edge but found only bricks, and this of course caused him to really focus on his surroundings. He was not in the garage, not one bit, he was in fact in front of a very fancy stone fountain in the middle of a white expanse.
He sat there, not moving nor blinking, for a few moments when all the memories came flooding back. The grinning man and his words.
Quote:“My name is Omni. This is not the world you know. This is the Omniverse. You interest me, so I have made you part of it. The Omniverse is a place that reflects the wishes of those who are part of it. But! There are rules. I will explain them only once, so listen carefully.”
Right, that had happened. He remembered now because at the time he had the feeling that he should have been taking notes, but the thing didn't really wait for him to do so, plus he was a little bit awe struck as well. What else had it said again?
Quote:This is Omnilium. It’s what ties the Omniverse together. Without it, you are nothing. With it, anything you desire can be yours. But you will need more than this. If you desire it enough, you will find it. You will find that using it comes naturally. Just think of what you desire most.
Ah yes, that stuff that was apparently very important here, this Omnillum that he was supposed to collect. The whole thing didn't sit well with him, it sounded too much like trying to amass wealth. He hadn't noticed it but as he was thinking about the stuff he had apparently taken out a piece of it and was idly playing with it, a round little orbs of a strange metal. Why had it been orbs? They aren't really something you can pack into a pocket well, why not something a little more easy to carry?
Almost as if it was reacting to his thought the orb flattened out in his hand and because a small, thin, rectangular sheet, and at the centre was that grinning face that would haunt his nightmares for weeks to come. That at least took care of that problem for now, but it did bring up other areas of study. It apparently reacted to his thoughts, that was plan enough, so what else could it do? With a sigh Devon took the sheet and stuffed it in a pocket with the rest of them. Wait, there were more? Taking them out of his pocket he noticed he had a small stack of the bills that he didn't remember having before. The more he learned about this place the more it vexed him. Putting the Omnillum away the monk decided to take a look at the fountain, as it seemed to be the only bit of anything around, at least in the immediate area.
Strangely enough the fountain itself reminded him of one back at the monastery, the water for it came from a local spring and was actually rather cold and refreshing, he wondered if this would be the same? He had just dipped a hand in, noting that it was indeed as cold as the water he remembered, when a voice commented just as he was bringing it up to his lips.
”You actually gonna drinks that?” Letting the water fall back into the fountain Devon looked around for its source but couldn't see anything, that was until a cough brought his gaze down. What he saw caused him to jump back, bumping into the fountain, with a short cry of surprise. Standing there, no taller then his knees, was a small green creature. He couldn't say exactly what it was, it was certainly like none of the other races on his planet, though maybe if you crossed a halfling with a head of cabbage and a.... no. Well, maybe? No. Maybe a goblin, though weren't they just fairy tales?
Realizing that he had reacted rather poorly towards this, fellow he guessed, he might have come off as rather rude.
“I am, uh, well, sorry about that. Sir. Sorry sir.” Devon sort of scratched at the back of his head while he spoke, feeling and probably looking rather awkward towards the situation in general. The thing was looking at him oddly, Devon wasn't sure if the green creature was going to hit him or what.
”Yous new here?” Devon sort of just nodded, not daring to speak at the moment, though this seemed to break the tension a little bit. ”Ah, S'ok. I'll let 'er pass. Still I wouldn't drinks that!”
Devon looked from the fountain, to the one speaking to him, back to the fountain, then back to the speaker.
“Ah, ok I guess, sure. Why not?” The creature looked at him and shrugged at the question.
”Not sure what you sees, but that thing is rusty lookings. Waters looks bad too.” Once again Devon did the back and forth between the thing and the fountain.
“Hm, but I don't see that. Strange, does it change for everyone?” The creature shrugged. “I see, have you tried to drink from it? Has anyone? Would it be safe, do you think? I wonder if it is magical, it would have to be I guess. Perhaps someone has tried studying it maybe?”
”You talks too much.” With that the small green creature just turned and walked away, it probably had better places to be.
“Oh, ok, well, good bye I guess.” There was no reaction to his words, as the thing was already well on it's way. Still, this was something! It didn't make much sense and just brought up even more questions, but it was something!
Sitting down he pulled off his ruck sack and dug through it till he found what he needed, a small leather bound journal and a pencil. Quickly he got to sketching out the fountain and writing what notes he could from his limited exchange, maybe someone else would come by he could ask about it, someone a little more knowledgeable and a little less green.
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