01-19-2016, 10:40 PM
The journey out into the Nexus proved to be silent in perpetuity, as both the Dark Lord and the God-Mind did what they did best; ponder inwardly at everything which was going on. Currently, Nealaphh had a conundrum. As far as the Gorons knew, they were still going to be shipping their copper and nickel ore to the Vasty Deep for smuggling into Coruscant. Darunia kept himself far removed from the convenience of the Dataverse (a service that Nealaphh begrudgingly appreciated), so an envoy would have to be sent.
Drake was still occupied with his new gang of Primes in gaining the favor of Bowser, so sending him to Death Mountain would be impossible. It would have to be a job for the Aspects then. Nealaphh just hoped Darunia's suspicious nature would not cause him to doubt the word of Klee and Shen. There was only so much that Nealaphh could control, though.
Speaking of variables, the Wild Card hadn't seemed to be making any sort of visible impact on the events of the Omniverse. The last time that the Aspects had visited her, she had been asleep on some pirate vessel in the deeps. Quaint, but potentially rewarding. The following night, however, the Aspects hadn't been able to locate her or the ship. It was troubling, but the God-Mind had faith that the Facsimile was not gone from this despicable world.
Then there was the matter of Rebecca. Nealaphh had been quite confident in its plan to plant her alongside Jade Harley asa convenient way to track the Witch's exploits. Of course, Nealaphh had no direct feed into the girl's mind; such power was beyond this body's capabilities for now. No, regretfully Rebecca's function was far more mundane than that, if not potentially more devious. Jade, in her endless enthusiasm to make and keep friends, would no doubt feel completely obligated to tell Nealaphh of almost all details of what was going on around Rebecca. It wasn't as if Nealaphh wasn't genuinely concerned about the Little Sister's well being; it still considered her to be of great potential. That did not mean she could not serve an unwitting function on behalf of the God-Mind, however.
All in all, the Enigma still felt very much in control of its sphere of influence. Losing direct control over Demetri had been a slight step backwards, but it seemed as if things were beginning to move on the right track once more. Nealaphh was, however, cautious to avoid entertaining any notion of impatience. Such was a human emotion that was bound to a false perception of the flow of time. Frankly, the idea that Nealaphh might be tempted to feel such a way was in and of itself troubling. Ever since its first steps in the Omniverse, the God-Mind had felt the cloying tang of humanity suckling at the back of its infinite mind. Perhaps it was a side effect of being in this pseudo-organic body, or maybe it was the doing of the Smiling One. Either way, these mortal habits would have to be explored, reconciled, then purged.
Nothing less would be satisfactory for the realization of Nealaphh's goals.
Moving these musings to the an auxiliary section of its consciousness, Nealaphh once again turned its attention outward. The gate to the Pale Moors was on the complete opposite side of the Nexus, so even with this phylactory's speed, it would take some time before they reached their destination. Obviously, flying directly over the Fountain of Infinity would be the most efficacious route, but Nealaphh was wary of such a course. Doing so would potentially attract unwanted attention, and the God-Mind and his associate could not afford any time or energy to the naive meddling of whatever poor souls had been newly dragged here.
As such, the Enigma opted to keep the Phylactery on a concave course across the Nexus, keeping at least a three mile berth between their flight plan and the center of the Omniverse. If Tom even cared to notice, he didn't make any comment on it. With nothing but white blandness to stare at, the pseudo-human wizard was busy with his spells and mathematics, which the God-Mind had only the utmost respect and enthusiasm for.
Honestly, why couldn't more mortals be like Mr. Riddle?
Drake was still occupied with his new gang of Primes in gaining the favor of Bowser, so sending him to Death Mountain would be impossible. It would have to be a job for the Aspects then. Nealaphh just hoped Darunia's suspicious nature would not cause him to doubt the word of Klee and Shen. There was only so much that Nealaphh could control, though.
Speaking of variables, the Wild Card hadn't seemed to be making any sort of visible impact on the events of the Omniverse. The last time that the Aspects had visited her, she had been asleep on some pirate vessel in the deeps. Quaint, but potentially rewarding. The following night, however, the Aspects hadn't been able to locate her or the ship. It was troubling, but the God-Mind had faith that the Facsimile was not gone from this despicable world.
Then there was the matter of Rebecca. Nealaphh had been quite confident in its plan to plant her alongside Jade Harley asa convenient way to track the Witch's exploits. Of course, Nealaphh had no direct feed into the girl's mind; such power was beyond this body's capabilities for now. No, regretfully Rebecca's function was far more mundane than that, if not potentially more devious. Jade, in her endless enthusiasm to make and keep friends, would no doubt feel completely obligated to tell Nealaphh of almost all details of what was going on around Rebecca. It wasn't as if Nealaphh wasn't genuinely concerned about the Little Sister's well being; it still considered her to be of great potential. That did not mean she could not serve an unwitting function on behalf of the God-Mind, however.
All in all, the Enigma still felt very much in control of its sphere of influence. Losing direct control over Demetri had been a slight step backwards, but it seemed as if things were beginning to move on the right track once more. Nealaphh was, however, cautious to avoid entertaining any notion of impatience. Such was a human emotion that was bound to a false perception of the flow of time. Frankly, the idea that Nealaphh might be tempted to feel such a way was in and of itself troubling. Ever since its first steps in the Omniverse, the God-Mind had felt the cloying tang of humanity suckling at the back of its infinite mind. Perhaps it was a side effect of being in this pseudo-organic body, or maybe it was the doing of the Smiling One. Either way, these mortal habits would have to be explored, reconciled, then purged.
Nothing less would be satisfactory for the realization of Nealaphh's goals.
Moving these musings to the an auxiliary section of its consciousness, Nealaphh once again turned its attention outward. The gate to the Pale Moors was on the complete opposite side of the Nexus, so even with this phylactory's speed, it would take some time before they reached their destination. Obviously, flying directly over the Fountain of Infinity would be the most efficacious route, but Nealaphh was wary of such a course. Doing so would potentially attract unwanted attention, and the God-Mind and his associate could not afford any time or energy to the naive meddling of whatever poor souls had been newly dragged here.
As such, the Enigma opted to keep the Phylactery on a concave course across the Nexus, keeping at least a three mile berth between their flight plan and the center of the Omniverse. If Tom even cared to notice, he didn't make any comment on it. With nothing but white blandness to stare at, the pseudo-human wizard was busy with his spells and mathematics, which the God-Mind had only the utmost respect and enthusiasm for.
Honestly, why couldn't more mortals be like Mr. Riddle?
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued