01-14-2016, 09:14 PM
Vworp vworp.
Jade’s feet touched down with nary a pip as she arrived in the Nexus, only a subtle swish of her skirt denoting her entry. Her eyes were immediately put to work in discerning anything from the horizon, searching for an elongated red hood or a rusty hobo perchance, among other peculiar things, while the rest of her more extrasensory capabilities were extending ever outwards to lock onto and identify a portal that would return her to that chilly place known as the Frozen Fields.
As always, the ground was amazingly bright and spotless to the point of being singularly luminous. It was perhaps able to outshine the hundreds of billions of stars in an entire galaxy if the light were to bend across it in a certain, absolutely significant fashion. The way Jade saw it, however, was as an expansive flatland of unmitigated pearlescence, with its peak brightness laying closer to her delightfully sparkling red slippers and expanding outwards in a plane of endless white. Well, not exactly endless, for Jade knew very well that all things had to end sometime, but the illusion was nonetheless still something she became keenly aware of.
Vwor-p.
Shorter wavelengths of light were briefly obstructed in a glimmer of dusty red, furling strangely upon the fluctuating surface of her coat before settling once more into a solemn, gentle fabric gemmed with green; green like the leaves of coniferous trees in the wintertime, painted with subtle hues of shadow and frost-dappled juniper berries peeking through.
The young Witch of Space paused to ensure that her canine companion was still following her and, sure enough, the wolfdog was already seated upon the ground several strides ahead of her, Rebecca still clinging fast to his fur. As Jade blinked at him, totally confounded by his ability to travel ahead of their troupe while still slyly eluding her notice, Becquerel’s tail thumped against the ground with a broad, satisfying whack.
She moved over to stand beside him, disfigured and curling shapes mirrored in their nearness to the portal. When Jade turned to look at it, reflected forms traveling like wisps of smoke over the lenses of her glasses, she was distinctly reminded of the round and glassy nature of frog-spawn, which were as vibrantly colored as shimmering and metallic photonic crystals.
Frogs. How she had treasured them during her passage to a new session did nothing for the great feeling of extreme anxiety she felt at acknowledging their loss; it made her want to chew her fingernails down to the quick in a quibbling mess of tearful sniffles. The little amphibious creatures had been dear to her, and the absolute cutest things ever, and she would gladly fight anyone who said otherwise. If she was of half a mind to do so, at least, which she really wasn’t.
Vworp.
Speaking of fighting, however… the video stream of Nippur had at last drawn to a close, it seemed, and the curtains of a dead, static-ridden screen drew over it. Jade’s eyes skimmed briefly over the limited amount of pings the stream had garnered with a furrowed brow, but then her gaze had again strayed upwards to observe the seamless vworp of the portal as more of her friends and acquaintances came pouring outwards.
Unlike before, when she had been entirely devoid of her Space-oriented capabilities, Jade had been unaware of the barely perceptible sound that accompanied travel between worlds. It was soft, like the pattering of a mouse adorned with rose petal slippers, and it drifted outwards in a concave and intrinsically peculiar manner that wobbled uneasily through the still air. She likened it to the noise a bubble makes right as it is about to pop, a sharp and steely needle pressed to the thin layer of soapy air encompassing its rainbow form, a simultaneous suction and release of trapped breath that shifts into the silence like a stilted sigh.
While she waited, Jade began to mull over what they could actually find to do in the Frozen Fields. With frog foraging out of the question for much of the icy crags and snow strewn mountaintops, it kind of left her at a loss for anything even vaguely spooky or mysterious to investigate. Then again, she was just sure that her Grandpa had not always been wholly certain of what new challenges might have arisen in his past expeditions— it would hardly have been called exploring if he had!
Vworp. Vworp.
What great danger beasts would they encounter? Were there treacherous abandoned mines far below the upper layer of ice and snow just waiting to be splintered into? Would they stumble upon an old passageway or hidden shaft leading down into the dusty, crumbling heart of some ancient ruin from Omniverse antiquity, guarded by warrior ghosts and mighty, magically-imbued spirits? Or would they simply find themselves content with the snowy land around them, the abundant piles of frozen precipitation made soft and perfect for packing into new and uniquely-envisioned sculptures?
Oh, she could hardly wait! Everything in this multiverse was such a profound mystery to her, ripe for solving and expanding upon— it was a spectacularly thrilling change from moping around all day while cooped up on her battleship, waiting to arrive in a new universe and be reunited with a few of her remaining living friends.
Vworp.
But these friends, while not all necessarily living per se, were present and accounted for. The dog-eared girl bobbed excitedly from foot to foot, seeming simply unable to stay still in her ceaseless enthusiasm for life.
Jade’s feet touched down with nary a pip as she arrived in the Nexus, only a subtle swish of her skirt denoting her entry. Her eyes were immediately put to work in discerning anything from the horizon, searching for an elongated red hood or a rusty hobo perchance, among other peculiar things, while the rest of her more extrasensory capabilities were extending ever outwards to lock onto and identify a portal that would return her to that chilly place known as the Frozen Fields.
As always, the ground was amazingly bright and spotless to the point of being singularly luminous. It was perhaps able to outshine the hundreds of billions of stars in an entire galaxy if the light were to bend across it in a certain, absolutely significant fashion. The way Jade saw it, however, was as an expansive flatland of unmitigated pearlescence, with its peak brightness laying closer to her delightfully sparkling red slippers and expanding outwards in a plane of endless white. Well, not exactly endless, for Jade knew very well that all things had to end sometime, but the illusion was nonetheless still something she became keenly aware of.
Vwor-p.
Shorter wavelengths of light were briefly obstructed in a glimmer of dusty red, furling strangely upon the fluctuating surface of her coat before settling once more into a solemn, gentle fabric gemmed with green; green like the leaves of coniferous trees in the wintertime, painted with subtle hues of shadow and frost-dappled juniper berries peeking through.
The young Witch of Space paused to ensure that her canine companion was still following her and, sure enough, the wolfdog was already seated upon the ground several strides ahead of her, Rebecca still clinging fast to his fur. As Jade blinked at him, totally confounded by his ability to travel ahead of their troupe while still slyly eluding her notice, Becquerel’s tail thumped against the ground with a broad, satisfying whack.
She moved over to stand beside him, disfigured and curling shapes mirrored in their nearness to the portal. When Jade turned to look at it, reflected forms traveling like wisps of smoke over the lenses of her glasses, she was distinctly reminded of the round and glassy nature of frog-spawn, which were as vibrantly colored as shimmering and metallic photonic crystals.
Frogs. How she had treasured them during her passage to a new session did nothing for the great feeling of extreme anxiety she felt at acknowledging their loss; it made her want to chew her fingernails down to the quick in a quibbling mess of tearful sniffles. The little amphibious creatures had been dear to her, and the absolute cutest things ever, and she would gladly fight anyone who said otherwise. If she was of half a mind to do so, at least, which she really wasn’t.
Vworp.
Speaking of fighting, however… the video stream of Nippur had at last drawn to a close, it seemed, and the curtains of a dead, static-ridden screen drew over it. Jade’s eyes skimmed briefly over the limited amount of pings the stream had garnered with a furrowed brow, but then her gaze had again strayed upwards to observe the seamless vworp of the portal as more of her friends and acquaintances came pouring outwards.
Unlike before, when she had been entirely devoid of her Space-oriented capabilities, Jade had been unaware of the barely perceptible sound that accompanied travel between worlds. It was soft, like the pattering of a mouse adorned with rose petal slippers, and it drifted outwards in a concave and intrinsically peculiar manner that wobbled uneasily through the still air. She likened it to the noise a bubble makes right as it is about to pop, a sharp and steely needle pressed to the thin layer of soapy air encompassing its rainbow form, a simultaneous suction and release of trapped breath that shifts into the silence like a stilted sigh.
While she waited, Jade began to mull over what they could actually find to do in the Frozen Fields. With frog foraging out of the question for much of the icy crags and snow strewn mountaintops, it kind of left her at a loss for anything even vaguely spooky or mysterious to investigate. Then again, she was just sure that her Grandpa had not always been wholly certain of what new challenges might have arisen in his past expeditions— it would hardly have been called exploring if he had!
Vworp. Vworp.
What great danger beasts would they encounter? Were there treacherous abandoned mines far below the upper layer of ice and snow just waiting to be splintered into? Would they stumble upon an old passageway or hidden shaft leading down into the dusty, crumbling heart of some ancient ruin from Omniverse antiquity, guarded by warrior ghosts and mighty, magically-imbued spirits? Or would they simply find themselves content with the snowy land around them, the abundant piles of frozen precipitation made soft and perfect for packing into new and uniquely-envisioned sculptures?
Oh, she could hardly wait! Everything in this multiverse was such a profound mystery to her, ripe for solving and expanding upon— it was a spectacularly thrilling change from moping around all day while cooped up on her battleship, waiting to arrive in a new universe and be reunited with a few of her remaining living friends.
Vworp.
But these friends, while not all necessarily living per se, were present and accounted for. The dog-eared girl bobbed excitedly from foot to foot, seeming simply unable to stay still in her ceaseless enthusiasm for life.
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