08-21-2016, 11:45 PM
After being suddenly whisked away from your own time to join the ranks of an organization of individuals set to patrol time itself to correct for any deviations in history, you started to get used to strange goings on. After all, seeing events that were mostly relegated to ancient history and legends first-hand, and for that matter, being able to participate in them and fight alongside the very people that made those vents into legend was one hell of an experience. It could drill home into even the most vacuous mind that things weren’t always so simple as they might appear before your eyes. Sometimes they were complex. Very, very complex.
Way too complex.
Sometimes you wound down from a training session, helping new novice Time Patrollers find the ropes, and settle in for a rest, and nothing eventful happens. You rest up, you nap, you wake up, and you go about your business. Mundane, uneventful, and business as usual.
But then again, sometimes you did all of that, and business as usual took a sharp turn into chaos as very much not usual. Sometimes you woke up from your nap and you had no idea where you were, and there was some strange little smiling shadow-person-thing who someone had forgotten to inform was sporting the wrong color scheme. It didn’t take a genius to know that whole thing was supposed to be the other way around! The shadows were supposed to be the dark part, and the background was supposed to be lighter.
Whoever this person-shadow-thing was, they were silly and backwards.
And for her part, the very confused and still groggy displaced time patroller wanted very much to inform the strange little smiling shadow-person-thingy of his backward status. And ask where she was, how she got here, and for that matter who he was. Among several other things. It was probably for the best that she rather swiftly discovered, in fact, that she couldn’t speak. Normally that might have been a cause for concern, or made someone upset. It was a general rule that most people liked not being impeded in their ability to make communicative noises at their leisure. Being denied the capability to do that, however it was done, was a bit jarring.
But more than anything else, it was fascinating. And more than anything else, that was what held her attention, pondering and thinking furiously over how it was done. Maybe her mouth was just gone? Sometimes she just sort of….forgot to make sure it was there. She tried to bring a hand up to make sure that was in order...only to find she couldn't’ move either. Now that was just ever so slightly more worrying, but still, it didn’t...really seem too bad. There were lots of reasons she wouldn’t be able to move. Like this being a dream.
Or, you know...something like that. So intently was she focused on puzzling over that she almost missed the strange little silhouette starting to speak.
The little not-shadow that was apparently actually a person-thing-creature-entity of some vague description called Omni held out a hand, and in said hand there was a ball of something very shiny, swirling and shimmering with every color in the rainbow — and some, the little blue time patroller suspected, that weren’t in the rainbow at all. Instinctively, she reached for it, forgetting she couldn’t move. She managed to reach out and take it without incident, and brought it up close to her eyes, examining it closely, while the Omni-thing went on.
Wait, what? Omnilium? She was nothing without it? Tied this place together? Desire anything? What? She was trying to process all of that, and just debating asking him to repeat that, when he continued merrily on his way of explanation.
Oh, there were others here? That was good! ...maybe. Not being alone with a possibly crazy not-shadow-thing that could produce colorful balls of something or other named after himself was always good. Yes, not being alone was good. Not fearing death was also good, if kind of confusing. Dying was bad. Why would you not fear it? Even if you would be reborn, dying was a big deal! Even the dragon balls couldn’t just resurrect people all the time! Not worrying about death...that was silly.
Omni was silly.
That was all she needed to know? Quite frankly, she was of the opinion there was quite a bit more she needed to know! And this whole cryptic thing about figuring out ‘the rest’, whatever that was, was just...mysterious. And confusing! It was confusing and mysterious! No one with anything good in mind was ever confusing and mysterious! This wasn’t right!
She was really beginning to think she shouldn’t have taken that nap.
The grinning, unsettling form of Omni faded into the background darkness, leaving her standing...er, floating? there in the black void. She craned her neck around this way and that, searching for something — anything, really — that might give some hint to where she was. Or what she was supposed to do now.
Then an unsettling feeling hit her, as things suddenly got a whole lot brighter. The darkness faded, melting and peeling back to be replaced with its direct inversion, and leave behind a blank, vast white void in its wake. And for whatever reason, it was lit really well. She could see everything, not that there was really much to see. Only herself, really…
Well, herself and the fountain she had somehow or other ended up in front of. She was not a betting Majin, but she was almost positive that fountain hadn’t been there a minute ago. She would’ve heard it! Or...or seen it. Yeah, that too.
On the subject of seeing things, though...she patted herself down quickly, as if searching for something. That...was weird. The shiny ball of whatever it was that Omni named after himself had disappeared. Which was really weird. She didn’t remember dropping it or anything...even if she had kind of inadvertently shielded her eyes at the sudden brightening as Omni went poof. And she hadn’t really put it in her pocket or anything…
She didn’t even have pockets. Why had she patted herself down? Now she was being silly.
But this did raise a lot of questions. And none of them with any answers. It was frustrating, and it was confusing, and really it just….made her head hurt. She brought both hands up to her head, clutching at her temples and just shook her head, letting out a muted whine of distress. This was just too much to handle. Too much to think about.
Way too complex.
Sometimes you wound down from a training session, helping new novice Time Patrollers find the ropes, and settle in for a rest, and nothing eventful happens. You rest up, you nap, you wake up, and you go about your business. Mundane, uneventful, and business as usual.
But then again, sometimes you did all of that, and business as usual took a sharp turn into chaos as very much not usual. Sometimes you woke up from your nap and you had no idea where you were, and there was some strange little smiling shadow-person-thing who someone had forgotten to inform was sporting the wrong color scheme. It didn’t take a genius to know that whole thing was supposed to be the other way around! The shadows were supposed to be the dark part, and the background was supposed to be lighter.
Whoever this person-shadow-thing was, they were silly and backwards.
And for her part, the very confused and still groggy displaced time patroller wanted very much to inform the strange little smiling shadow-person-thingy of his backward status. And ask where she was, how she got here, and for that matter who he was. Among several other things. It was probably for the best that she rather swiftly discovered, in fact, that she couldn’t speak. Normally that might have been a cause for concern, or made someone upset. It was a general rule that most people liked not being impeded in their ability to make communicative noises at their leisure. Being denied the capability to do that, however it was done, was a bit jarring.
But more than anything else, it was fascinating. And more than anything else, that was what held her attention, pondering and thinking furiously over how it was done. Maybe her mouth was just gone? Sometimes she just sort of….forgot to make sure it was there. She tried to bring a hand up to make sure that was in order...only to find she couldn't’ move either. Now that was just ever so slightly more worrying, but still, it didn’t...really seem too bad. There were lots of reasons she wouldn’t be able to move. Like this being a dream.
Or, you know...something like that. So intently was she focused on puzzling over that she almost missed the strange little silhouette starting to speak.
Quote:“My name is Omni. This is not the world you know. This is the Omniverse. You interest me, so I have made you part of it. The Omniverse is a place that reflects the wishes of those who are part of it. But! There are rules. I will explain them only once, so listen carefully.”
The little not-shadow that was apparently actually a person-thing-creature-entity of some vague description called Omni held out a hand, and in said hand there was a ball of something very shiny, swirling and shimmering with every color in the rainbow — and some, the little blue time patroller suspected, that weren’t in the rainbow at all. Instinctively, she reached for it, forgetting she couldn’t move. She managed to reach out and take it without incident, and brought it up close to her eyes, examining it closely, while the Omni-thing went on.
Quote:“This is Omnilium. It’s what ties the Omniverse together. Without it, you are nothing. With it, anything you desire can be yours. But you will need more than this. If you desire it enough, you will find it. You will find that using it comes naturally. Just think of what you desire most.”
Wait, what? Omnilium? She was nothing without it? Tied this place together? Desire anything? What? She was trying to process all of that, and just debating asking him to repeat that, when he continued merrily on his way of explanation.
Quote:“You will not be alone in the Omniverse. There are others. Of course, they, too desire Omnilium. Do not fear death. For as long as you interest me, you will be reborn.”
Oh, there were others here? That was good! ...maybe. Not being alone with a possibly crazy not-shadow-thing that could produce colorful balls of something or other named after himself was always good. Yes, not being alone was good. Not fearing death was also good, if kind of confusing. Dying was bad. Why would you not fear it? Even if you would be reborn, dying was a big deal! Even the dragon balls couldn’t just resurrect people all the time! Not worrying about death...that was silly.
Omni was silly.
Quote:“That’s all you need to know right now. You’ll figure out the rest soon enough. I’ll be watching … and waiting.”
That was all she needed to know? Quite frankly, she was of the opinion there was quite a bit more she needed to know! And this whole cryptic thing about figuring out ‘the rest’, whatever that was, was just...mysterious. And confusing! It was confusing and mysterious! No one with anything good in mind was ever confusing and mysterious! This wasn’t right!
She was really beginning to think she shouldn’t have taken that nap.
The grinning, unsettling form of Omni faded into the background darkness, leaving her standing...er, floating? there in the black void. She craned her neck around this way and that, searching for something — anything, really — that might give some hint to where she was. Or what she was supposed to do now.
Then an unsettling feeling hit her, as things suddenly got a whole lot brighter. The darkness faded, melting and peeling back to be replaced with its direct inversion, and leave behind a blank, vast white void in its wake. And for whatever reason, it was lit really well. She could see everything, not that there was really much to see. Only herself, really…
Well, herself and the fountain she had somehow or other ended up in front of. She was not a betting Majin, but she was almost positive that fountain hadn’t been there a minute ago. She would’ve heard it! Or...or seen it. Yeah, that too.
On the subject of seeing things, though...she patted herself down quickly, as if searching for something. That...was weird. The shiny ball of whatever it was that Omni named after himself had disappeared. Which was really weird. She didn’t remember dropping it or anything...even if she had kind of inadvertently shielded her eyes at the sudden brightening as Omni went poof. And she hadn’t really put it in her pocket or anything…
She didn’t even have pockets. Why had she patted herself down? Now she was being silly.
But this did raise a lot of questions. And none of them with any answers. It was frustrating, and it was confusing, and really it just….made her head hurt. She brought both hands up to her head, clutching at her temples and just shook her head, letting out a muted whine of distress. This was just too much to handle. Too much to think about.