11-07-2017, 07:50 AM
The sound of plastic pumps tapping against modern-day Paris - 1970’s - could be heard echoing in the silence of the night. Late night. When the air was crisp and no one in their right mind would be out. Least not of all a young woman with the smallest frame and petite figure in all of the country. Her light brown bob bounced with each step, her shiny red glasses reflecting the romantic illumination of the street lamps, and her red painted lips pulled back in just a simple smile.
She even hummed a tune, a child’s nursery rhyme about pulling apart a pigeon. It was created to teach children the words for body parts. “A la Tete, a la Tete.” Cassandra sang before returning to the wordless humming. Her voice was soft, gentle, and very pleasant to the ears. She could possibly be a superstar if it weren't for her stage fright.
She was very good looking, too. She had the blood of two very good families of old coursing through her, from when they were very young. She was blessed with a smooth complexion, although a pale one. She was a healthy weight, no skin, and bones about her. Paired with today’s - in that 1970th year - she looked most attractive. If only she were a bit taller, maybe they would hire her to model clothes.
Though these were not exotic clothes from Paris like one might imagine a girl like this wearing, but a simple button up with a collar, light coral in color, and a dark brown A-line pleated skirt worn over a petticoat slip. She wore simple black stockings which covered most of her legs. And of course, polished red pumps with a solid 1-inch heel.
She paused to look around, turning her vision higher and glancing all around, like a tourist she made a 360 turn. Whatever it was she was looking for was unclear, but it appeared that she was trying to read the street signs. Something was strange about one of them in particular, like the words were jumbled up and incoherent. Something misleading. The woman decided to take that route if only to feel like Alice for a moment.
Nothing of strangeness happened as the mysterious signs lead Miss Myst to the docks. In fact, the strangest part of this whole night - now - was that she was even this close to the water. When she was a little younger she had been forced to endure the pain of fresh water burning her skin, had it not been the man who’d saved her from death so many years ago she might have resented him. Had he not been there to soothe her burns and save her from scarring, she might have been worse off than just being a little aquaphobic.
In fact, it took her a lot of convincing herself to move onto the boards of the dock. French ships bobbed sleepily on either side of her as she slowly stepped along the length of the dock. The wind was stronger here, and blew her hair out of her face, leaving goosebumps across her delicate skin. She glanced at each boat as she passed, trying to see why she was brought here. After all, she was into that kind of thing. Astrology, signs from the other side, voodoo and all other signs of superstition.
Instead, she only found water. Black water with a glossy surface and an endless bottom…
She heard something, nails being pried out of wood, or planks being crowbarred by the police in order to get into an abandoned building full of helpless women - she included. She looked back to see not one but two planks of the dock had been pried off and were just floating there, a third one magically doing the same, they were no further than three meters from her. She was stunned while the third and even a fourth one was pulled out. But as the fifth and sixth were yanked away, she realized she should do something. Getting back to her feet she tried to concentrate to teleport to safety, only for the dock to rock back and forth, to and fro. She began to feel seasick and delusional, but more importantly less focused on escape.
Like it was a toy in the hands of a child, the shrinking part of the dock twisted and turned. Her footing was solid for a few more minutes before the young woman stumbled out of one shoe. Her socked toes press firmly against the board that was undoubtedly the next to be free, trying to remain on her feet. Her hands flailed for balance before she stumbled back and out of the other shoe. Her hands claw at the air as she tried desperately not to fall, but nothing could stop her from looking back and seeing the darkness open like the maw of Cthulhu itself.
There was a scream that pierced the night as she fell, and kept falling. Like Alice down the rabbit hole. The darkness consumed her…
It was hard to tell if Cassandra opened her eyes, or if the white grinning figure just appeared in the darkness. It grinned harder, she meant to say something, but her throat locked up and she could not hear her own voice. It did not bother this creature before her.
Myst was appalled on top of being confused, and a little frightened. What did he mean? Did she interest him? What was he going to do to her? Flashbacks from the decades passed her vision, mentally and oculately. Her mind wandered, but then he caught her attention once more.
This was getting more and more unsettling to the young woman that floated beside the strange child-like creature, like a jellyfish in the ocean. Hopelessly alone, no idea what is happening, and really only care about survival from this point on. She tried desperately to ask questions, but he simply dismissed her. Sandy doesn’t even notice how fluidly the male’s French turned to English. She’s studied the language enough to get by, but later she would realize she understood it perfectly now.
With that, the darkness consumes again, and a moment later, white. All things white. Even as the woman falls from the sky and into that fountain, narrowly missing the dancing figures, she could see endless white.
>>SPLASH<<
The fountain of infinity as even a fountain was deep. Sandra’s whole body was consumed in one gulp, she could not see the bottom, she could not see the edges, she only saw darkness like before. The woman began to panic. Air escaping her mouth in the form of a curtain of bubbles that rose to reveal her tragedy. The woman kicked and pawed for the surface, but even as she broke it for fresh air, she fell under again. Stress and panic driving her under like an anchor.
Beside the fountain, it was Cade that lept into action first. He was no stranger to the sounds of panic and pleads for aid. His ears tuned for it, really. Leaping to his feet and chasing the sound to the fountain he watched for only a nano-second as someone drowned. Centurion vaulted over the edge with an unintentional flourish of his body and dove into the surprisingly deep bowl of the fountain.
He felt the familiar pressure of water hugging his impressive athletic body before he breast stroked towards the woman. Upon his approach he hesitated, water rescues were difficult because the victim tended to not understand how to be rescued. He couldn’t hold off until she got tired though, he was already too late in his own opinion.
To his surprise as soon as he touched her firmly and his legs began to tread water, she relaxed in his arms. Though relaxed wouldn’t be the exact word. As they tended to, the woman wrapped her arms around him for dear life, but she did not shove him down in an attempt to save her own life. Whoever she was must be used to being saved from the water because after a moment to ensure he really did have her, she lifted her chin up over the water to start to breathe normally. He was appreciative of this, as he did not really want to struggle with breath himself. He gave her a moment before speaking. “Are you alright?”
Water plagued her ears, but she had heard. “Oui.” She said, out of instinct and reaction, but she knew that he was not speaking French. She swallowed hard, then repeated. “Yes.”
“Can you swim?” The Centurion asked, maybe she had just panicked.
She was quick to look him in the eyes, or as much as she could with water on her glasses. He could see the fear in her eyes, nothing could hide it. “Non. Monsieur, no. Please do not let me go.” She pleaded.
His heart sank, and he shook his head. “I’ve got you, just relax, okay?” She nodded, and he showed her where to hold on to him before slowly swimming over to the edge. “Jakob, give me a hand?”
Jakob had been standing by now, watching, waiting. He reached his hands up for a sarcastic clap, but Angel was quick to grab one of them - the fleshier one - and shake her head. He gave her a disappointed look but didn’t waste any more time than that before going over to help. Angel trailed behind if only to not be in their way.
The fountain’s edge came to Jakob’s lower chest, he reached right into the water with both of them and scooped the girl up like a goldfish at a carnival. Cade watched as Jakob’s robotic red arm picked the girl up effortlessly. He could not tell if it was the lack of real weight like most thing in the water, if she was truly light, or if the effort was so great that the weight seemed negative to him, but in seconds she was out of the water and being guided to the ground. Cade casually jumped out to lean beside her as well.
The two gave her her air, but Cade rubbed her back in an attempt to help her breath easier while she coughed up the water she’d swallowed before being saved.
Behind them, Angel finally recognized not only the superhero that was in her presence but the woman he saved. Her heart began to rapidly beat and her head felt light. Her eyes widened to dinner plates and Angel took short breaths as she tried to deal with the fact that there were three very cool characters in front of her from various things she’s seen. The Centurion was a comic book character, Jakob had most likely blown his way through the movie screen into real life, and here was even Cassandra Janet Myst!!
She tried to speak, tried to scream, tried to do nerd out as hard as she could times three. Instead, her eyes rolled back and her body went limp, Angel fell back with a loud thud. Fainted.
She even hummed a tune, a child’s nursery rhyme about pulling apart a pigeon. It was created to teach children the words for body parts. “A la Tete, a la Tete.” Cassandra sang before returning to the wordless humming. Her voice was soft, gentle, and very pleasant to the ears. She could possibly be a superstar if it weren't for her stage fright.
She was very good looking, too. She had the blood of two very good families of old coursing through her, from when they were very young. She was blessed with a smooth complexion, although a pale one. She was a healthy weight, no skin, and bones about her. Paired with today’s - in that 1970th year - she looked most attractive. If only she were a bit taller, maybe they would hire her to model clothes.
Though these were not exotic clothes from Paris like one might imagine a girl like this wearing, but a simple button up with a collar, light coral in color, and a dark brown A-line pleated skirt worn over a petticoat slip. She wore simple black stockings which covered most of her legs. And of course, polished red pumps with a solid 1-inch heel.
She paused to look around, turning her vision higher and glancing all around, like a tourist she made a 360 turn. Whatever it was she was looking for was unclear, but it appeared that she was trying to read the street signs. Something was strange about one of them in particular, like the words were jumbled up and incoherent. Something misleading. The woman decided to take that route if only to feel like Alice for a moment.
Nothing of strangeness happened as the mysterious signs lead Miss Myst to the docks. In fact, the strangest part of this whole night - now - was that she was even this close to the water. When she was a little younger she had been forced to endure the pain of fresh water burning her skin, had it not been the man who’d saved her from death so many years ago she might have resented him. Had he not been there to soothe her burns and save her from scarring, she might have been worse off than just being a little aquaphobic.
In fact, it took her a lot of convincing herself to move onto the boards of the dock. French ships bobbed sleepily on either side of her as she slowly stepped along the length of the dock. The wind was stronger here, and blew her hair out of her face, leaving goosebumps across her delicate skin. She glanced at each boat as she passed, trying to see why she was brought here. After all, she was into that kind of thing. Astrology, signs from the other side, voodoo and all other signs of superstition.
Instead, she only found water. Black water with a glossy surface and an endless bottom…
She heard something, nails being pried out of wood, or planks being crowbarred by the police in order to get into an abandoned building full of helpless women - she included. She looked back to see not one but two planks of the dock had been pried off and were just floating there, a third one magically doing the same, they were no further than three meters from her. She was stunned while the third and even a fourth one was pulled out. But as the fifth and sixth were yanked away, she realized she should do something. Getting back to her feet she tried to concentrate to teleport to safety, only for the dock to rock back and forth, to and fro. She began to feel seasick and delusional, but more importantly less focused on escape.
Like it was a toy in the hands of a child, the shrinking part of the dock twisted and turned. Her footing was solid for a few more minutes before the young woman stumbled out of one shoe. Her socked toes press firmly against the board that was undoubtedly the next to be free, trying to remain on her feet. Her hands flailed for balance before she stumbled back and out of the other shoe. Her hands claw at the air as she tried desperately not to fall, but nothing could stop her from looking back and seeing the darkness open like the maw of Cthulhu itself.
There was a scream that pierced the night as she fell, and kept falling. Like Alice down the rabbit hole. The darkness consumed her…
It was hard to tell if Cassandra opened her eyes, or if the white grinning figure just appeared in the darkness. It grinned harder, she meant to say something, but her throat locked up and she could not hear her own voice. It did not bother this creature before her.
Quote:”Je m'appelle Omni. Ce n'est pas le monde que tu connais. C'est l'Omnivers. Tu m'intéresses, alors je t'en ai fait partie. L'Omnivers est un lieu qui reflète les souhaits de ceux qui en font partie. Mais! Il y a des règles. Je vais les expliquer une seule fois, alors écoutez attentivement.
Myst was appalled on top of being confused, and a little frightened. What did he mean? Did she interest him? What was he going to do to her? Flashbacks from the decades passed her vision, mentally and oculately. Her mind wandered, but then he caught her attention once more.
Quote:Omni hands you a glimmering orb in which all the colors of the rainbow coalesce. ”C'est Omnilium. C'est ce qui lie l'Omnivers ensemble. Sans cela, vous n'êtes rien. Avec cela, tout ce que vous désirez peut être le vôtre. Mais vous aurez besoin de plus que cela. If you desire it enough, you will find it. You will find that using it comes naturally. Just think of what you desire most.
‘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.”
This was getting more and more unsettling to the young woman that floated beside the strange child-like creature, like a jellyfish in the ocean. Hopelessly alone, no idea what is happening, and really only care about survival from this point on. She tried desperately to ask questions, but he simply dismissed her. Sandy doesn’t even notice how fluidly the male’s French turned to English. She’s studied the language enough to get by, but later she would realize she understood it perfectly now.
Quote:“That’s all you need to know right now. You’ll figure out the rest soon enough. I’ll be watching … and waiting.”
(( OoC: I did not technically change anything in the intro, other than the language at first. I wanted to explain how she went from only ever speaking French to knowing the ‘common’ of the OV. If Omni disapproves, I will edit it to the original full English version. ))
With that, the darkness consumes again, and a moment later, white. All things white. Even as the woman falls from the sky and into that fountain, narrowly missing the dancing figures, she could see endless white.
>>SPLASH<<
The fountain of infinity as even a fountain was deep. Sandra’s whole body was consumed in one gulp, she could not see the bottom, she could not see the edges, she only saw darkness like before. The woman began to panic. Air escaping her mouth in the form of a curtain of bubbles that rose to reveal her tragedy. The woman kicked and pawed for the surface, but even as she broke it for fresh air, she fell under again. Stress and panic driving her under like an anchor.
Beside the fountain, it was Cade that lept into action first. He was no stranger to the sounds of panic and pleads for aid. His ears tuned for it, really. Leaping to his feet and chasing the sound to the fountain he watched for only a nano-second as someone drowned. Centurion vaulted over the edge with an unintentional flourish of his body and dove into the surprisingly deep bowl of the fountain.
He felt the familiar pressure of water hugging his impressive athletic body before he breast stroked towards the woman. Upon his approach he hesitated, water rescues were difficult because the victim tended to not understand how to be rescued. He couldn’t hold off until she got tired though, he was already too late in his own opinion.
To his surprise as soon as he touched her firmly and his legs began to tread water, she relaxed in his arms. Though relaxed wouldn’t be the exact word. As they tended to, the woman wrapped her arms around him for dear life, but she did not shove him down in an attempt to save her own life. Whoever she was must be used to being saved from the water because after a moment to ensure he really did have her, she lifted her chin up over the water to start to breathe normally. He was appreciative of this, as he did not really want to struggle with breath himself. He gave her a moment before speaking. “Are you alright?”
Water plagued her ears, but she had heard. “Oui.” She said, out of instinct and reaction, but she knew that he was not speaking French. She swallowed hard, then repeated. “Yes.”
“Can you swim?” The Centurion asked, maybe she had just panicked.
She was quick to look him in the eyes, or as much as she could with water on her glasses. He could see the fear in her eyes, nothing could hide it. “Non. Monsieur, no. Please do not let me go.” She pleaded.
His heart sank, and he shook his head. “I’ve got you, just relax, okay?” She nodded, and he showed her where to hold on to him before slowly swimming over to the edge. “Jakob, give me a hand?”
Jakob had been standing by now, watching, waiting. He reached his hands up for a sarcastic clap, but Angel was quick to grab one of them - the fleshier one - and shake her head. He gave her a disappointed look but didn’t waste any more time than that before going over to help. Angel trailed behind if only to not be in their way.
The fountain’s edge came to Jakob’s lower chest, he reached right into the water with both of them and scooped the girl up like a goldfish at a carnival. Cade watched as Jakob’s robotic red arm picked the girl up effortlessly. He could not tell if it was the lack of real weight like most thing in the water, if she was truly light, or if the effort was so great that the weight seemed negative to him, but in seconds she was out of the water and being guided to the ground. Cade casually jumped out to lean beside her as well.
The two gave her her air, but Cade rubbed her back in an attempt to help her breath easier while she coughed up the water she’d swallowed before being saved.
Behind them, Angel finally recognized not only the superhero that was in her presence but the woman he saved. Her heart began to rapidly beat and her head felt light. Her eyes widened to dinner plates and Angel took short breaths as she tried to deal with the fact that there were three very cool characters in front of her from various things she’s seen. The Centurion was a comic book character, Jakob had most likely blown his way through the movie screen into real life, and here was even Cassandra Janet Myst!!
She tried to speak, tried to scream, tried to do nerd out as hard as she could times three. Instead, her eyes rolled back and her body went limp, Angel fell back with a loud thud. Fainted.