03-10-2016, 01:42 PM
So I made fountain posts for my two surviving options.
---Seventeen---
The dragon was gone—its body crumbled and swallowed in the heart of the dying galaxy. He’d seen the light fade from the creature’s eyes and knew that it was no more, but despite his satisfaction, he knew that his end was now as well. The fight had taken everything from him. Every fleeting grasp of strength had left his scrawny, battered body, and as he watched, the darkness drew him closer.
He’d slain the creature.
He’d won the day…
A faint smile spread across his face as the torn hole in reality reached out for him. Dying was different, even when you’re already dead in the first place, but what waited for him now was something altogether different. Was he just going to cease to exist? Just blink out of existence?
Should he have been scared as he slipped into oblivion?
The smile lingered on his battered visage as the universe he’d known faded into the distance.
He fell.
Memories swirled around him in a blur as the darkness consumed him. Friends, rivals, strangers… they all came and went in an instant as the world crumbled into pieces.
At the bottom of the blackness, there was a sudden flash of light. A strange face was in the cyborg’s head, and there were even stranger words that filtered through his head as he fought to regain his senses.
By the time he could move his hands again, he felt the rush of water against his pallid countenance. Cold, damp water.
Alive?
Seventeen let out a groan as he lifted his head up out of the water. Although he was still a little shocked from a combination of frigid water and his continued existence, he could see that he was in a large fountain. Outside of the fountain, dozens of people were milling around. Some were having conversations that seemed amicable, while others were engaged in tense standoffs.
Well this is a party.
The man grabbed for the edge of the metal fountain and dragged himself through the water. Before standing up, he verified that he was still clothed in the tattered remnants of his old attire. Most of his shirts were just tattered stripes of cloth, but he had been more concerned with the state of his jeans, which were intact enough to keep him modest among strangers.
With a groan, the raven-haired fighter stood up and tried to further assess his situation. A quick rifle through his pockets revealed nothing, and the little sidebag that usually held the rest of his belongings was gone as well. The latter made little sense, since he swore he had grabbed something from it just moments before the final sequence of events that had ended his struggle with the Monster.
Seventeen reached behind his back and noted that his scabbard was likewise missing. He’d lost the sword after the katchin-infused blade shattered against his foe’s skull, but he didn’t recall losing its sheath from its usual spot on his back.
Where am I?
He’d been in the Western Quadrant. He couldn’t recall the name, but the galaxy had been one devoid of any sentient life.
Then why was he in a fountain surrounded by a few dozen people?
“Hey,” Seventeen replied, reaching a hand for someone standing just a few feet from the fountain. The person—some kind of strange little person in a heavy coat—turned and looked at him with a furrowed brow. “Where the hell are we?”
“Nexus.” The thing replied. From the tone, they must have thought the half-naked man to be an idiot of some sort. “Don’t worry, Fountain Fresh, you’ll figure out everything soon enough. Just try and remember what the white man told you.”
“…White man?”
“Omni. He spoke to you before you woke up. Just… think real hard and it’ll come back to you.”
Just like that, the person walked away, leaving a still confused Seventeen to reflect on what had happened.
Fuck me.
---PiperJ---
One moment, Piper Juunanagou was staring into the eyes of one of her closest friends as the love of her life lie dead between their knees.
A few moments of agony later, she was nothing but a distant memory. A new, beautiful creature had willingly stolen away her existence, and Piper had been left with the knowledge that she’d died so that the girl could live.
This was the second—and final—time that the she’d made such a sacrifice. In those fleeting moments where the foreign energy had worked its way into her body and infused with every cell of her existence, Piper had known there’d be no going back. She’d known that she was biding farewell to the world she’d known.
None of it mattered, though, as long as the corpse at her feet could breathe again.
And she’d done it, too. She saw the shock into her lover’s face as new life exploded through her weary body. Piper had even seen the horror on the face of her other friend who had watched the scene unfold from a distance. The mangy-haired vagrant started to rush for her when the transformation took hold and Piper became a memory.
There wasn’t oblivion, though.
After the flash of purple-pink, Piper had woken up in a realm of white. Someone else’s voice spoke into her mind as she tried to move her body to no avail. Words etched themselves into her memory, but before any of it made any sense, she was floating in a pool of water and looking up at the top of a large fountain.
“Huh?”
The woman righted herself in the water and stared at the world around her: White ceiling, white floor, white walls, and a lovely crowd of people, monsters, and everything in between the two. As she sloshed toward the side of the pool, foreign thoughts flittered once more through her head, and she recalled something along the lines of an all white figure speaking at her. He—the voice had been distinctly masculine—had spoken of omnilium. Piper closed her eyes and tried to remember the words.
Something about omnilium being what ties this place together? The woman blinked and looked around once more at the blank realm. What is this place?
“Hey!” A voice shouted from outside the fountain. Piper glanced over and saw a strange little man staring at her.
“It’s a weird experience, am I right?” They said with an oddly kind smile on their face. “Don’t worry, the Omniverse ain’t all that scary once you get the hang of things.”
“Omniverse?” Piper muttered as she squinted. In the distance, there seemed to be something that broke up the whiteness, but from this point, she couldn’t tell. It was all just shapes and blurred imagery, just like whatever conversation she’d had before waking up in the water.
“It’s where you are,” the man replied. “Just try and remember your conversation with Omni, and you can figure the rest out pretty quickly.”
Piper frowned, but the man walked away before she could press him for any more information. Despite the fact that she had to have hit the fountain pretty hard on her way down, no one at all seemed interested in the drench woman standing knee-deep in water.
Omniverse?
The redhead was still unsettled as she pulled herself out of the water. While her clothes were wet, they were otherwise undamaged, but a quick glance showed that all her possessions had left her.
Wherever or whatever this place was, she would have to face it alone and unarmed.
Been there, done that.
Memories of the saiyan and his demon wife flashed into the soldier’s head and brought a smile to her face as she tried to make her way around the scattered mob that surrounded the fountain.
---Seventeen---
The dragon was gone—its body crumbled and swallowed in the heart of the dying galaxy. He’d seen the light fade from the creature’s eyes and knew that it was no more, but despite his satisfaction, he knew that his end was now as well. The fight had taken everything from him. Every fleeting grasp of strength had left his scrawny, battered body, and as he watched, the darkness drew him closer.
He’d slain the creature.
He’d won the day…
A faint smile spread across his face as the torn hole in reality reached out for him. Dying was different, even when you’re already dead in the first place, but what waited for him now was something altogether different. Was he just going to cease to exist? Just blink out of existence?
Should he have been scared as he slipped into oblivion?
The smile lingered on his battered visage as the universe he’d known faded into the distance.
He fell.
Memories swirled around him in a blur as the darkness consumed him. Friends, rivals, strangers… they all came and went in an instant as the world crumbled into pieces.
At the bottom of the blackness, there was a sudden flash of light. A strange face was in the cyborg’s head, and there were even stranger words that filtered through his head as he fought to regain his senses.
By the time he could move his hands again, he felt the rush of water against his pallid countenance. Cold, damp water.
Alive?
Seventeen let out a groan as he lifted his head up out of the water. Although he was still a little shocked from a combination of frigid water and his continued existence, he could see that he was in a large fountain. Outside of the fountain, dozens of people were milling around. Some were having conversations that seemed amicable, while others were engaged in tense standoffs.
Well this is a party.
The man grabbed for the edge of the metal fountain and dragged himself through the water. Before standing up, he verified that he was still clothed in the tattered remnants of his old attire. Most of his shirts were just tattered stripes of cloth, but he had been more concerned with the state of his jeans, which were intact enough to keep him modest among strangers.
With a groan, the raven-haired fighter stood up and tried to further assess his situation. A quick rifle through his pockets revealed nothing, and the little sidebag that usually held the rest of his belongings was gone as well. The latter made little sense, since he swore he had grabbed something from it just moments before the final sequence of events that had ended his struggle with the Monster.
Seventeen reached behind his back and noted that his scabbard was likewise missing. He’d lost the sword after the katchin-infused blade shattered against his foe’s skull, but he didn’t recall losing its sheath from its usual spot on his back.
Where am I?
He’d been in the Western Quadrant. He couldn’t recall the name, but the galaxy had been one devoid of any sentient life.
Then why was he in a fountain surrounded by a few dozen people?
“Hey,” Seventeen replied, reaching a hand for someone standing just a few feet from the fountain. The person—some kind of strange little person in a heavy coat—turned and looked at him with a furrowed brow. “Where the hell are we?”
“Nexus.” The thing replied. From the tone, they must have thought the half-naked man to be an idiot of some sort. “Don’t worry, Fountain Fresh, you’ll figure out everything soon enough. Just try and remember what the white man told you.”
“…White man?”
“Omni. He spoke to you before you woke up. Just… think real hard and it’ll come back to you.”
Just like that, the person walked away, leaving a still confused Seventeen to reflect on what had happened.
Fuck me.
---PiperJ---
One moment, Piper Juunanagou was staring into the eyes of one of her closest friends as the love of her life lie dead between their knees.
A few moments of agony later, she was nothing but a distant memory. A new, beautiful creature had willingly stolen away her existence, and Piper had been left with the knowledge that she’d died so that the girl could live.
This was the second—and final—time that the she’d made such a sacrifice. In those fleeting moments where the foreign energy had worked its way into her body and infused with every cell of her existence, Piper had known there’d be no going back. She’d known that she was biding farewell to the world she’d known.
None of it mattered, though, as long as the corpse at her feet could breathe again.
And she’d done it, too. She saw the shock into her lover’s face as new life exploded through her weary body. Piper had even seen the horror on the face of her other friend who had watched the scene unfold from a distance. The mangy-haired vagrant started to rush for her when the transformation took hold and Piper became a memory.
There wasn’t oblivion, though.
After the flash of purple-pink, Piper had woken up in a realm of white. Someone else’s voice spoke into her mind as she tried to move her body to no avail. Words etched themselves into her memory, but before any of it made any sense, she was floating in a pool of water and looking up at the top of a large fountain.
“Huh?”
The woman righted herself in the water and stared at the world around her: White ceiling, white floor, white walls, and a lovely crowd of people, monsters, and everything in between the two. As she sloshed toward the side of the pool, foreign thoughts flittered once more through her head, and she recalled something along the lines of an all white figure speaking at her. He—the voice had been distinctly masculine—had spoken of omnilium. Piper closed her eyes and tried to remember the words.
Something about omnilium being what ties this place together? The woman blinked and looked around once more at the blank realm. What is this place?
“Hey!” A voice shouted from outside the fountain. Piper glanced over and saw a strange little man staring at her.
“It’s a weird experience, am I right?” They said with an oddly kind smile on their face. “Don’t worry, the Omniverse ain’t all that scary once you get the hang of things.”
“Omniverse?” Piper muttered as she squinted. In the distance, there seemed to be something that broke up the whiteness, but from this point, she couldn’t tell. It was all just shapes and blurred imagery, just like whatever conversation she’d had before waking up in the water.
“It’s where you are,” the man replied. “Just try and remember your conversation with Omni, and you can figure the rest out pretty quickly.”
Piper frowned, but the man walked away before she could press him for any more information. Despite the fact that she had to have hit the fountain pretty hard on her way down, no one at all seemed interested in the drench woman standing knee-deep in water.
Omniverse?
The redhead was still unsettled as she pulled herself out of the water. While her clothes were wet, they were otherwise undamaged, but a quick glance showed that all her possessions had left her.
Wherever or whatever this place was, she would have to face it alone and unarmed.
Been there, done that.
Memories of the saiyan and his demon wife flashed into the soldier’s head and brought a smile to her face as she tried to make her way around the scattered mob that surrounded the fountain.