02-25-2016, 02:56 AM
The shining light of a late evening poured through the windows as the sleeping Noodle slowly opened her eyes. A dull smile found its way to her face; she loved sunsets. Sitting in her newly crafted bed, she watched the sun sink into the horizon, heralding the start of another night. Her first night in this Omniverse. So far, well, she wasn't disappointed. It was certainly a wonderful land. The only problem was that she missed her family, so to speak. The people she'd grown with for years. This revelation, despite the severity, didn't detract much from her good mood. She stood up, quickly stretching herself out, preparing herself for another bout of activity.
Though the elevator did lurch a tiny bit, which she'd have to fix, the way downstairs was peaceful, and quiet. Odd for this place, usually bustling with life. But she simply shrugged it off, and followed the path to the boardwalk. Noise was commonplace here, too. Bustling guests, running around playing the games. The many visitors to the plastic palace Murdoc, and now she, had created. All that remained was the forever-cheerful drone of the carnival music constantly playing from a nearby loudspeaker attached to the ferris wheel. Maybe she'd have to change the loneliness someday. But for now, it was fine.
The clear and quiet swishing of the water lapping against the bay filled her ears as she explored the little carnival on wood. She sighed, taking a few minutes to simply watch the water, glittering from the moonlight up above. It was beautiful. Really, it was the moments like these that made life worth living. But yet, it wasn't really enough. Even though she tried to forget, she was still longing for contact with others. That's when she got to thinking. If she could summon whole islands... could she summon people? She might as well try. Focusing, she imagined the people she'd worked with in the past, willing them to come into being.
It worked. After almost an hour, five fresh human beings. Lou Reed, Bobby Womack, and the trio of De La Soul. After a few muttered comments of confusion, they simply moved on, back into the island's depths. Almost as if they'd never moved. In reality, they hadn't. Their minds were taken from their time on the beach, before the attacks. Though she didn't quite understand, she knew what was going on with it. And so far, she was pleased. Five people on the island. She hoped that as time went on, she'd learn how to summon more. For now, however, she was content with what she had. This trash-filled island was really turning into a great place to be.
After all of it, Noodle stood at the end of the pier, leaning over the edge of the railing. She stared into the emptiness, thought consuming her mind. She'd thought of summoning her own band instead of the collaborators, but she'd decided against it. If Omni wanted them here, he'd bring them here himself. And she'd accepted that. Her mind drifted to the white expanse she'd began in, and the other seven arches. If the one with palm trees led here, she could only wonder where the others led to. The smoking one probably would have taken her to a hot place, like a volcano, while the smooth steel one maybe took her to a robotic area? Who knew?
Meanwhile, in the distance, a lone figure stood watching, hidden by a drape of fog, and the dark of his own black cloak. The only sign of anything even being there was the red glow of the eyepieces in his mask. He stared at the beach, hatred lacing itself into the glare. He'd already destroyed this damn island. Why was it back again? No matter, he'd still know where it was later. With a swish of his cape, he turned, and steered the ripped pirate ship away, back to the hub island. This place would have to wait, until he had more power at his fingertips. And that power was numbers. It was only a matter of time.
This bay of rot and disaster was quickly becoming a happy place. But how long would it last? Eventually, there was bound to be something wrong. It was just nature. Anything anyone of Gorillaz touched, was doomed in some way or another. Noodle sighed from her spot overlooking the ocean. The melancholy feeling still resided in her heart, no matter how much she hid it from everyone. Perhaps from her experience in Hell, or from the accident she'd died in years ago. But she was fine now, right? And this was a whole new world. Maybe lightning wouldn't strike twice. With this thought planted in her mind, she headed back into her creation.
Though the elevator did lurch a tiny bit, which she'd have to fix, the way downstairs was peaceful, and quiet. Odd for this place, usually bustling with life. But she simply shrugged it off, and followed the path to the boardwalk. Noise was commonplace here, too. Bustling guests, running around playing the games. The many visitors to the plastic palace Murdoc, and now she, had created. All that remained was the forever-cheerful drone of the carnival music constantly playing from a nearby loudspeaker attached to the ferris wheel. Maybe she'd have to change the loneliness someday. But for now, it was fine.
The clear and quiet swishing of the water lapping against the bay filled her ears as she explored the little carnival on wood. She sighed, taking a few minutes to simply watch the water, glittering from the moonlight up above. It was beautiful. Really, it was the moments like these that made life worth living. But yet, it wasn't really enough. Even though she tried to forget, she was still longing for contact with others. That's when she got to thinking. If she could summon whole islands... could she summon people? She might as well try. Focusing, she imagined the people she'd worked with in the past, willing them to come into being.
It worked. After almost an hour, five fresh human beings. Lou Reed, Bobby Womack, and the trio of De La Soul. After a few muttered comments of confusion, they simply moved on, back into the island's depths. Almost as if they'd never moved. In reality, they hadn't. Their minds were taken from their time on the beach, before the attacks. Though she didn't quite understand, she knew what was going on with it. And so far, she was pleased. Five people on the island. She hoped that as time went on, she'd learn how to summon more. For now, however, she was content with what she had. This trash-filled island was really turning into a great place to be.
After all of it, Noodle stood at the end of the pier, leaning over the edge of the railing. She stared into the emptiness, thought consuming her mind. She'd thought of summoning her own band instead of the collaborators, but she'd decided against it. If Omni wanted them here, he'd bring them here himself. And she'd accepted that. Her mind drifted to the white expanse she'd began in, and the other seven arches. If the one with palm trees led here, she could only wonder where the others led to. The smoking one probably would have taken her to a hot place, like a volcano, while the smooth steel one maybe took her to a robotic area? Who knew?
Meanwhile, in the distance, a lone figure stood watching, hidden by a drape of fog, and the dark of his own black cloak. The only sign of anything even being there was the red glow of the eyepieces in his mask. He stared at the beach, hatred lacing itself into the glare. He'd already destroyed this damn island. Why was it back again? No matter, he'd still know where it was later. With a swish of his cape, he turned, and steered the ripped pirate ship away, back to the hub island. This place would have to wait, until he had more power at his fingertips. And that power was numbers. It was only a matter of time.
This bay of rot and disaster was quickly becoming a happy place. But how long would it last? Eventually, there was bound to be something wrong. It was just nature. Anything anyone of Gorillaz touched, was doomed in some way or another. Noodle sighed from her spot overlooking the ocean. The melancholy feeling still resided in her heart, no matter how much she hid it from everyone. Perhaps from her experience in Hell, or from the accident she'd died in years ago. But she was fine now, right? And this was a whole new world. Maybe lightning wouldn't strike twice. With this thought planted in her mind, she headed back into her creation.