03-12-2016, 07:46 AM
“Right, this is ‘the Omniverse’,” Seventeen muttered as he turned back to the doorway. Before he’d come this way, he’d seen at least two other gray shapes on the horizon, which meant the white world must have had a lot of exits. Maybe one of them was a place with a little less fire and brimstone? “Yea, let’s take door number two.”
The raven-haired warrior moved to head back to the Fountain area, but before he had the chance to exit, a gruff voice called to him. “You okay, Buddy?”
At the sound of the man, Seventeen paused mid-twist and turned to see a disgruntled-looking individual crouched over the remnants of a broken wagon. Although they were the only ones in the area, the machine-hybrid placed a hand on his chest. “Me? Yea, I’m good. Y’know, I just like to enjoy the paranormal view. It’s very nice this time of year.”
A grin spread across the man’s stubble-coated countenance. “You look about a fresh as I’ve seen them come… you either running from something or you still haven’t figure out how to summon new clothes.”
Now wholly interested in the words coming from his new friend, Seventeen turned to face him and lifted a brow. “You’re the second person to say something like that to me in the last…”—the cyborg glanced down at a watch that didn’t exist—“Ten minutes?”
“So you’re a prime?” The man questioned as he pulled apart what seemed to be a partially ruined box and scowled at the contents.
“Sure?” Seventeen said as he started to walk toward the man. As he drew closer, he realized that his friend must have been some type of merchant. His wagon, which now sported barely a wheel and a half between both of its axels, was loaded with small wooden cases. From a quick glance, many of them were scuffed, splintered, or altogether busted in one place or another. A few of the more shattered ones were spilling out some sort of white powder or grain, and from the size of the cart, it was obvious it probably could have carried a few more cases.
“You land hard?” The man asked as he tried to push together the shattered parts of a box. All he accomplished was to let more of the contents spill out on the ground around him. “Damn.” He grunted as he set the pieces in the wagon.
Seventeen stopped a few yards away and dropped down to the same level of the man. “Yea, let’s just assume that.” While he hadn’t lost any memories, the machine-hybrid certainly didn’t know what the fuck was going on to him since his plummet into the crumbling galaxy. “I’m trying to put together a puzzle, and I think the cat swiped a few of the pieces.”
The man shook his head even as a smile spread across his face. “You’re in the Omniverse, bud. You see the white guy at all? Maybe he told you some stuff that’s kind of blurry or jumbled… like a video that won’t stop buffering?” The cyborg nodded his head. “Yea, you’re a prime. Means you can work omnilium with your thoughts.”
“Omnilium?”
“You must have hit your head hard. I heard he shows you it before he lets you wake up.”
“He?”
“White guy. Omni. He created this place and pulls all you primes here.” The man remarked as he started to silently count up his containers.
“Are you a prime?” Seventeen asked as he reached down and touched the ground beneath his feet. I don’t have boots… how did I not notice that? Like he’d expected, the soil was borderline barren, and even wiggling his toes did little but knock up little puffs of dust. When he did glance up, his acquaintance was shaking his head.
“A prime summoned me… I’m a secondary. Primes can summon things and people and even abstract stuff like abilities.”
Seventeen furrowed his brow. “Sounds silly.”
A laugh came out of the man’s throat, and much to Seventeen’s amusement, that single laugh became nearly a half minute of full-bodied guffaws before his new friend regained his composure. “Damn, I don’t think I’ve laughed like that in a few days.” He said before wiping some moisture from the corners of his eyes. “Silly? You don’t know the half of it, yet. They got a place that’s just all ice on the other side, and then there’s the one that’s just a giant forest with a town filled with talking ponies.”
“Talking ponies?”
The man nodded his head. “Fucking talking ponies, my friend. Then you got Count Dracula.”
The android scowled. “Like the guy in the movies?” His friend nodded and grinned. “You’re shitting me, aren’t you?”
“Not even,” the man responded. “You’re the first person I’ve met who’s read that book. Most people just think I’m crazy.”
You come from a world where people can get strong enough to blow up planets, dumb ass.
The raven-haired warrior moved to head back to the Fountain area, but before he had the chance to exit, a gruff voice called to him. “You okay, Buddy?”
At the sound of the man, Seventeen paused mid-twist and turned to see a disgruntled-looking individual crouched over the remnants of a broken wagon. Although they were the only ones in the area, the machine-hybrid placed a hand on his chest. “Me? Yea, I’m good. Y’know, I just like to enjoy the paranormal view. It’s very nice this time of year.”
A grin spread across the man’s stubble-coated countenance. “You look about a fresh as I’ve seen them come… you either running from something or you still haven’t figure out how to summon new clothes.”
Now wholly interested in the words coming from his new friend, Seventeen turned to face him and lifted a brow. “You’re the second person to say something like that to me in the last…”—the cyborg glanced down at a watch that didn’t exist—“Ten minutes?”
“So you’re a prime?” The man questioned as he pulled apart what seemed to be a partially ruined box and scowled at the contents.
“Sure?” Seventeen said as he started to walk toward the man. As he drew closer, he realized that his friend must have been some type of merchant. His wagon, which now sported barely a wheel and a half between both of its axels, was loaded with small wooden cases. From a quick glance, many of them were scuffed, splintered, or altogether busted in one place or another. A few of the more shattered ones were spilling out some sort of white powder or grain, and from the size of the cart, it was obvious it probably could have carried a few more cases.
“You land hard?” The man asked as he tried to push together the shattered parts of a box. All he accomplished was to let more of the contents spill out on the ground around him. “Damn.” He grunted as he set the pieces in the wagon.
Seventeen stopped a few yards away and dropped down to the same level of the man. “Yea, let’s just assume that.” While he hadn’t lost any memories, the machine-hybrid certainly didn’t know what the fuck was going on to him since his plummet into the crumbling galaxy. “I’m trying to put together a puzzle, and I think the cat swiped a few of the pieces.”
The man shook his head even as a smile spread across his face. “You’re in the Omniverse, bud. You see the white guy at all? Maybe he told you some stuff that’s kind of blurry or jumbled… like a video that won’t stop buffering?” The cyborg nodded his head. “Yea, you’re a prime. Means you can work omnilium with your thoughts.”
“Omnilium?”
“You must have hit your head hard. I heard he shows you it before he lets you wake up.”
“He?”
“White guy. Omni. He created this place and pulls all you primes here.” The man remarked as he started to silently count up his containers.
“Are you a prime?” Seventeen asked as he reached down and touched the ground beneath his feet. I don’t have boots… how did I not notice that? Like he’d expected, the soil was borderline barren, and even wiggling his toes did little but knock up little puffs of dust. When he did glance up, his acquaintance was shaking his head.
“A prime summoned me… I’m a secondary. Primes can summon things and people and even abstract stuff like abilities.”
Seventeen furrowed his brow. “Sounds silly.”
A laugh came out of the man’s throat, and much to Seventeen’s amusement, that single laugh became nearly a half minute of full-bodied guffaws before his new friend regained his composure. “Damn, I don’t think I’ve laughed like that in a few days.” He said before wiping some moisture from the corners of his eyes. “Silly? You don’t know the half of it, yet. They got a place that’s just all ice on the other side, and then there’s the one that’s just a giant forest with a town filled with talking ponies.”
“Talking ponies?”
The man nodded his head. “Fucking talking ponies, my friend. Then you got Count Dracula.”
The android scowled. “Like the guy in the movies?” His friend nodded and grinned. “You’re shitting me, aren’t you?”
“Not even,” the man responded. “You’re the first person I’ve met who’s read that book. Most people just think I’m crazy.”
You come from a world where people can get strong enough to blow up planets, dumb ass.
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