01-26-2016, 10:50 PM
The irridescebt globule of raw potential which hovered in front of Nealaphh did not coalesce into any particular bauble or trinket. Instead it swiftly siphoned itself into the Crow's open beak, working its way into the unearthly inner workings of Nealaphh's body to become some bastard facsimile of an organ which the God-Mind could activate at will. This, moreso than many things the Enigma had done, caught Tom quite off guard. He was, however, loathe to admit that anything might throw him off balance in the slightest, and therefore opted to casually abstain from comment on the admittedly sickening sight. Nealaphh, on the other hand, had no compunctions in expressing its admiration of Tom's skill in swiftly devising a solution to the God-Mind's proposed course of action.
Quite excellent, Mr. Riddle. I should expect nothing less from a master wizard such as yourself. the Crow said with an approving click of its beak. The feathered fiend's flinty eyes flickered over to the hallway which led into the small atrium in which the two of them had been coversing. A wash of uninhibited emotion and thoughts came funneling down the hallway like a salty-sweet wind.
Your secondaries are approaching. Nealaphh said, on the off chance Tom wasn't already aware. It was one Harry Potter and one Ginny Weasley. The names were not taken from the owners themselves. The thoughts that the two had for eachother almost overpowered their singular goal of exploring a strange new environment. Nealaphh considered plunging deeper into their minds to find out more about the world that Tom Riddle called home, but the Enigma did not wish to give itself away just yet. Besides, there was no reason to assume practitioners of the arcane arts would not be able to detect such intrusion.
So, in the mean time, Nealaphh decided it prudent to discuss the next steps in their goals.
The materials for the Hammer will likely not arrive for a few days. In the mean time, I was wondering if you might help me with a scholarly pursuit? the Enigma hummed, flicking its eyes back to the pseudo-human. Tom rose a bemused eyebrow.
"Oh? Regarding what?"
We've already discussed the need for a treatise on the practice of Banishment, but I was also wondering if it might be prudent to publish a second volume of the Monotruth dedicated to the physical workings of the Omniverse, as opposed to the sociological focus of my first narrative. Nealaphh said with a tilt of its avian head. Tom hummed pensively and steepled his fingers in front of his mouth. It was a tantalizing prospect, and there was no real reason to suggest any superior alternative. Potter and thet Weasley girl, however, might take up more of his time than he would have preferred.
"We'll need to run some experiments." Tom replied, a slow smile rising behind his interwoven digits.
Oh yes... Nealaphh said, glancing back towards the approaching secondaries.
...most certainly.
Quite excellent, Mr. Riddle. I should expect nothing less from a master wizard such as yourself. the Crow said with an approving click of its beak. The feathered fiend's flinty eyes flickered over to the hallway which led into the small atrium in which the two of them had been coversing. A wash of uninhibited emotion and thoughts came funneling down the hallway like a salty-sweet wind.
Your secondaries are approaching. Nealaphh said, on the off chance Tom wasn't already aware. It was one Harry Potter and one Ginny Weasley. The names were not taken from the owners themselves. The thoughts that the two had for eachother almost overpowered their singular goal of exploring a strange new environment. Nealaphh considered plunging deeper into their minds to find out more about the world that Tom Riddle called home, but the Enigma did not wish to give itself away just yet. Besides, there was no reason to assume practitioners of the arcane arts would not be able to detect such intrusion.
So, in the mean time, Nealaphh decided it prudent to discuss the next steps in their goals.
The materials for the Hammer will likely not arrive for a few days. In the mean time, I was wondering if you might help me with a scholarly pursuit? the Enigma hummed, flicking its eyes back to the pseudo-human. Tom rose a bemused eyebrow.
"Oh? Regarding what?"
We've already discussed the need for a treatise on the practice of Banishment, but I was also wondering if it might be prudent to publish a second volume of the Monotruth dedicated to the physical workings of the Omniverse, as opposed to the sociological focus of my first narrative. Nealaphh said with a tilt of its avian head. Tom hummed pensively and steepled his fingers in front of his mouth. It was a tantalizing prospect, and there was no real reason to suggest any superior alternative. Potter and thet Weasley girl, however, might take up more of his time than he would have preferred.
"We'll need to run some experiments." Tom replied, a slow smile rising behind his interwoven digits.
Oh yes... Nealaphh said, glancing back towards the approaching secondaries.
...most certainly.
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