04-10-2016, 11:58 AM
Nealaphh stood silently by as the other three Primes in its presence mingled and got to know one another. It had suspected there might be some friction between Tom and Harry Dresden, but it seemed as though both wizards were willing to be civil for now. It was not entirely surprising; based on its knowledge of both men, the God-Mind had been rather certain that both took great pride in being reasonable souls in the madness of the Omniverse. As for Connor Hound...the mercenary continued to genuinely surprise the Enigma. Nealaphh had, heretofore, only known the mercenary to be a practitioner of military and martial arts, but with the recent inquiry regarding the folding of space, as well as the envelope of energy surrounding his firearms, it seemed there was quite a bit about the man that Nealaphh may have never guessed at. Normally this may have been concerning, but unlike Tom Riddle, Nealaphh had no concerns for betrayal from Connor; the man was true to his word as long as the shadow held up its end of the bargain.
Several new minds pinged at the edges of Nealaphh's awareness, and the God-Mind looked up to see four figures approaching from up the cracked, ebon slope. Three of them were expected; Thor, Revan, and Red Hood. It didn't take long to figure out who was who simply on visual aesthetics alone. Nealaphh had known an incarnation of the God of Thunder in its previous Multiverse, and the markers were largely the same. The psychic medium around the Asgardian's mind swirled with brash confidence and self-respect. Such a stalwart asset would be invaluable for facing down Volvagia itself. Red Hood's sharp, ricocheting thought patterns mirrored the same sort of hyper-attentive analysis that Connor Hound projected, but there was something more to this man. A faint bitterness tainted the few emotions that struggled free from the consternation of his psyche. A dark past, but nothing that Nealaphh could easily glean from such a cursory scan.
Revan, similar to Harry and Tom, had a rather sophisticated series of mental bastions in place to prevent the kind of casual snooping that Nealaphh was attempting. Her predatory eyes flicked up and met Nealaphh's brazenly as the God-Mind tried to prod at her thoughts. Nealaphh simply blinked slowly and brought its attention to the fourth member of their party...the unexpected one.
...and how unexpected indeed. Miranda Frost, of all people, walked with them. She announced their arrival with the kind of confidence that Nealaphh had gleaned based on reports that Drake had passed along to its notice. She would be an excellent ally, but there was a more pressing concern; how was she even here? Drake had told Nealaphh that the Prime brawler had burst into a shimmering cloud in the same way that the Panda automaton had. By everything that Nealaphh had deduced, that meant she had been deleted from the Omniverse outright, yet, here she was. This brought a slew of questions that were very troubling in nature. The Enigma slipped a covert message to Tom with a telepathic whisper.
The white haired female...reports indicated she had disappeared in the same manner as the construct in the Nexus. This presents a conundrum. Keep an eye on her.
Seeing as many of these Primes had never contacted Nealaphh before, and therefore might be startled by its telepathic communication, the God-Mind summoned Klee and Shen to its side to speak on its behalf. The hovering, shimmering black prisms spoke in unison as Nealaphh used their voices directly through their mental link.
"Greetings Red Hood, Thor, Revan, and Miranda. My deepest thanks for deigning to assist me." the Aspects said in their resonant, chiming voices.
"A promise of glory beckons the presence of any true Son of Asgard. I am Thor, God of Thunder, and these are my compatriots." Thor said in his booming brassado. Nealaphh offered a curt bow, something Tom had never seen the Enigma do before, before responding in proxy with its Aspects.
"A promise that shall not be broken, Odinson-" Nealaphh said, pausing mid-sentence as Colonel arrived in a mechanized exo-skeleton. The Headmaster nodded towards the Navi in due respect and waited for the digital construct to join Nealaphh at the God-Mind's side before continuing.
"We now await the arrival of just a few more worthy souls. As you know, I am Nealaphh. This is Tom Riddle, Harry Dresden, Connor Hound, and Colonel. I was just reviewing the plan with them. Have you any questions?" Nealaphh crooned, the soft, tinkling voices of its Aspects adding an even thicker layer of tranquility to the already serene manner of Nealaphh's speech.
Several new minds pinged at the edges of Nealaphh's awareness, and the God-Mind looked up to see four figures approaching from up the cracked, ebon slope. Three of them were expected; Thor, Revan, and Red Hood. It didn't take long to figure out who was who simply on visual aesthetics alone. Nealaphh had known an incarnation of the God of Thunder in its previous Multiverse, and the markers were largely the same. The psychic medium around the Asgardian's mind swirled with brash confidence and self-respect. Such a stalwart asset would be invaluable for facing down Volvagia itself. Red Hood's sharp, ricocheting thought patterns mirrored the same sort of hyper-attentive analysis that Connor Hound projected, but there was something more to this man. A faint bitterness tainted the few emotions that struggled free from the consternation of his psyche. A dark past, but nothing that Nealaphh could easily glean from such a cursory scan.
Revan, similar to Harry and Tom, had a rather sophisticated series of mental bastions in place to prevent the kind of casual snooping that Nealaphh was attempting. Her predatory eyes flicked up and met Nealaphh's brazenly as the God-Mind tried to prod at her thoughts. Nealaphh simply blinked slowly and brought its attention to the fourth member of their party...the unexpected one.
...and how unexpected indeed. Miranda Frost, of all people, walked with them. She announced their arrival with the kind of confidence that Nealaphh had gleaned based on reports that Drake had passed along to its notice. She would be an excellent ally, but there was a more pressing concern; how was she even here? Drake had told Nealaphh that the Prime brawler had burst into a shimmering cloud in the same way that the Panda automaton had. By everything that Nealaphh had deduced, that meant she had been deleted from the Omniverse outright, yet, here she was. This brought a slew of questions that were very troubling in nature. The Enigma slipped a covert message to Tom with a telepathic whisper.
The white haired female...reports indicated she had disappeared in the same manner as the construct in the Nexus. This presents a conundrum. Keep an eye on her.
Seeing as many of these Primes had never contacted Nealaphh before, and therefore might be startled by its telepathic communication, the God-Mind summoned Klee and Shen to its side to speak on its behalf. The hovering, shimmering black prisms spoke in unison as Nealaphh used their voices directly through their mental link.
"Greetings Red Hood, Thor, Revan, and Miranda. My deepest thanks for deigning to assist me." the Aspects said in their resonant, chiming voices.
"A promise of glory beckons the presence of any true Son of Asgard. I am Thor, God of Thunder, and these are my compatriots." Thor said in his booming brassado. Nealaphh offered a curt bow, something Tom had never seen the Enigma do before, before responding in proxy with its Aspects.
"A promise that shall not be broken, Odinson-" Nealaphh said, pausing mid-sentence as Colonel arrived in a mechanized exo-skeleton. The Headmaster nodded towards the Navi in due respect and waited for the digital construct to join Nealaphh at the God-Mind's side before continuing.
"We now await the arrival of just a few more worthy souls. As you know, I am Nealaphh. This is Tom Riddle, Harry Dresden, Connor Hound, and Colonel. I was just reviewing the plan with them. Have you any questions?" Nealaphh crooned, the soft, tinkling voices of its Aspects adding an even thicker layer of tranquility to the already serene manner of Nealaphh's speech.
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