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Eclipse Transit
#21
Its perhaps extremely worrisome that the only real person I knew in the Omniverse, other than Miss Jade, seemed to be growing both in obscurity and skill at manipulating others in the span of time I had experienced so far. I didn’t let that particular fear though reach my face or even escape the seams the held the leather to my spine. That was a far too dangerous concept to ever be made known. No I simply kept a cool skeptical look that had often been my trademark, the one that had many people peg me in wonder as to why I had hadn’t been made Ravenclaw.

Half the time I wondered why I hadn’t have been placed there myself.

”Far too ambitious for your own good Mr. Riddle; this is evidenced by your current predicament here rather than being among the living,”, came the mental voice, not of Nealaphh, but of my Sorting hat.

I could only smirk but didn’t say anything in response. He wasn’t wrong, and let it be known that Tom Riddle will never claim the sky was blue when it was in fact white. Truth was truth. Though there was always room for perspective.

”Pragmatic.” I ignored that comment as well.

“Have you given further thought as to who will wield the Gigaton Hammer still, with two of your Primes being part of that tussle?” I said finally after my brief silence? My eyes fell upon the scene unfolding below. The combatants and the lone few figures on the periphery made for a startling image of brutality and indifference.

Always. Although while the Gorons themselves seem ideal, even enthusiastic. The Crow shuddered in an tinkle of shrill laugher as the entire ship swerved to out of the way of a particularly baleful blast of energy, -however there has been some interest from other primes who are assisting that may make good candidates should the opportunity arise.

I nodded in acceptance, more or less what I had expected and it translated easily enough that I could practically hear it in Nealaphh’s own voice: We’ll wait and see.

More than anything, I also had some worry about Nealaphh’s bids for dominance. While there was certainly intelligence even when in bird form… there was a certain human quality that I retained and it lacked entirely. I first noticed when it wished to test the veracity of any offspring of a prime and Secondary. Conducting a census of Omniverse brothels seemed alien to him. Yet to a human the bureaucratic approach was a foregone conclusion, expected even. And while beings such as Nealaph seemed to be plentiful they were still in fact the outlier.

As one prime had posted quite astutely upon the dataverse:

‘Humans were the cosmic joke of the universe, we should have been wiped out due to our unpredictable and even suicidal nature and yet instead we were the most prolific organism, third only to bacteria and insects.’

That hypocritical oxymoronic trait of human nature meant that no matter how intelligent Nealaphh’s estimates were… they would never be fully accountable to the being’s models and assumptions. And from what I understood Sasuke Uchiha and a number of those primes down there, in that Ashwinder’s Pit, were among the top rookies of the entire multiverse. That could easily blow back upon the Institute and Hogwarts.

A dangerous gamble.

I would need to reinforce Hogwart’s defenses even further.

Something worries you? Nealaphh framed in askance.

“Human nature, and those bound to it.” I said grimly.

The low grinding chuckle I was treated to set my bones on edge, and I was starting to wonder if Nealaphh did that on purpose just to get a rise out of people. However whatever response I had been expecting I didn’t get as it didn’t comment further; as if it were a conversation for another time that required far higher levels of whatever alcohol equivalent the eldritch being considered acceptable to imbibe. I myself felt a healthy dose of firewhisky would be appropriate after drowning myself in butterbeer.

Regardless any further conversation and thoughts on the matter were abruptly ended as we passed through the Ashen Steppes gateway.
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#22
He grits his teeth as the cold from gate travel washes over him.

“I fucking hate that.”, he mumbles as he follows the faint path to the Fountain. For six minutes he rides peacefully, but then he sees the brawl that’s happening in this connector verse. He pulls over to the side, and glares at the fight,

“Well, I wanna avoid that mess, I guess it;s a good time to actually few those coordinates.”, he opens the file and at first the text is a bunch of 1’ and 0’s, then they form into indecipherable longitude and latitude coordinates, and finally into text. The readout states, ‘Ashen Steeps, Death Mountain, Gorgon Village.’, Connor hmmpfs, and looks on the dataverse for specifics on the location given. Once he finds this information and feels like he knows what to expect, he turns his bike slightly left and makes a straight shoot for the Steeps gate. He ends up passing an undead man in heavy metal armor fighting some blonde haired kid,

“What the-”, he looks back at them in surprise, but doesn't stop. He almost did though, causing him to slide into the gate.
Wins: 0 /Losses: 0/ Deaths: 0/ Official Fights: 0

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#23
Tearen rolled into the Nexus on his buzzing segway scooter. His filthy brown robes billowed behind him majestically as the personal mobility device zipped along at speeds that it really had no right to be demonstrating.

He expected a smooth ride to the Frozen Fields...
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
#24
Tearen Wover stepped out of the dreamy palm trees of the Vasty Deeps and into the alabaster oblivion of the Nexus for what would, perhaps, be the final time. Now that he had a nose for it, Tearen took a deep whiff of the stagnant-yet-sterile air. It was soothing really; almost a form of sensory deprivation.

That would be useful, seeing as his destination was on the absolute far side of the Nexus. As it was, Tearen didn't feel exactly up for a conversation at the moment, so as he plotted a flightpath with a wide berth around the fountain of infinity, the elder Prime set to work on his final piece of writing...
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


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