05-17-2017, 09:34 PM
Lilith was too dead to be tired. At least, that was what she told herself, because she had to be.
A vision came and went, and the siren couldn’t do a damn thing about it. She was perfectly still, watching a grinning darkness approach. She had opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Even if she had been able to vocalize any of her irrational, scared-shitless thoughts, the silhouette began speaking before she would have made any headway.
Omni. Omniverse. Omnilium. Somebody had an ego problem, but that was the least of her concerns. Lilith only barely followed along until the little presentation was over, and suddenly she found herself standing in front of some giant fountain, rubbing her temple through a painful haze in her brain. It was funny that she could remember Omni’s spiel more clearly than anything that preceded it--funny in a terrifying way, but funny nonetheless. She was Lilith; she was a Siren; she was on Pandora, and she had been right in the middle of...something. It was probably something that she gave fifty-fifty odds of surviving through, which was always fun.
Outside of that, she was coming up despairingly empty. A thought almost startled her, and she reached down towards the holster strapped to her hip, and exhaled a breath of relief; she still had a weapon. Power was slow to flow through her, she noted, but she found that she could grasp just enough to feel like the same old Lilith. Whatever had happened was less than ideal, and that was an understatement.
With a sigh, she ran fingers through red strands of hair, and wrapped them tightly, knuckles white. She wanted to pull, but she rather liked her hair--more to the point, however, was the nagging feeling that she needed to just move. Wanderlust was in her nature, and not even the creepiest of extradimensional extractions could make her forget that. Twisting her lips, she tossed up her hands aimlessly with a groan.
Stupid Omni bullshit.
Hands on her head, Lilith found herself walking an annoyingly large distance, eyeing one of the gates that she could see in the distance. She was unaware of the time that had passed, but having an objective in sight and mind--even one she didn’t understand--helped numb her mind just enough to function. She was consumed by idle thought and a vague sense of dread when she was alarmed by a sound behind her. Experience and instinct made her reach for her weapon, but her eyes were met with the vision of a startled young man, holding up his hands in a silent plea.
“Please don’t do that. I don’t want to waste ammo,” she spoke flatly, though she paused briefly when the stranger’s eyebrow quirked.. “Or shoot anyone. See, it’s bad on more than one level.”
“Sorry! I just thought you might have been a newcomer. You have that look.”
Lilith wanted to be insulted, but she realized that her aimless wandering probably made her look like a dumbass. It deserved a pass.
“I guess,” was her simple reply, punctuated by a shrug. “What, so you’re just...Helpful Person who just happened to come along? You don’t think that’s a little...” she motioned vaguely with a wave of her hand, “creepy?”
“There’s not a part of this that isn’t creepy,” the stranger countered matter-of-factly, to which Lilith could only offer a knowing nod. He had that right. “The best any of us can do is help each other out, although I’m surprised nobody’s come to scope you out yet.”
“What?” she asked in a huff, almost breathlessly. She was suddenly exhausted, and it wasn’t by her hike.
“Right, well...if you keep going west,” he stopped to point, presumably at the large gate that she had been trying to get to, “you’ll reach Coruscant, which is controlled by the Empire. To the East is Camelot, ruled by the Kingdom. More often than not, you’ll see representatives of each trying to recruit new Primes such as yourself.”
“Night’s still young,” she replied, taking to inspecting her fingernails like the topic was no big deal despite the gnawing, almost burning feeling in the pit of her stomach.
“You’ll feel better once you’re on stable ground,” he added out of the blue, as though he could guess how she was really feeling.
“I hope so, because so far this place kind of sucks,” she replied, taking her gaze off of the man and looking around. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted to save ammo. I keep expecting things to go from bad to worse.”
“Well, you know you can just summon more, right?”
“Oh. Yeah. Omnil...ing…” she began to murmur, speaking steadily more slowly and softer in a vain attempt to cover a poor memory, “...ton.”
“Omnilium,” he nodded with a smile, though he drew the term out, supposedly so she’d catch it. “You’ll catch on. Primes always seem to.”
Lilith looked back at the man and squinted, pursing her lips. She remembered enough to know that most people were definitely not helpful for no reason, so naturally she wondered if he was going to ask for a favor next...or perhaps ask her to join some sort of cult.
Not that she would be against that, necessarily. Cults could be fun.
“I keep expecting you to try and jump me,” she said honestly, her eyes fixed on him in the most serious manner she could muster. “Or like...try to eat me. It seems like most randomly nice, strange men end up carrying around bags full of the body parts of dead relatives.. Creepy stuff. What’s your angle?”
“I thought I’d help. I was just passing through otherwise,” he said with a tight smile, and she could see him take an inch of a step backwards. “Which I think I’ll keep doing. I’m sure you’ll find someone from either side...eventually. You’ll be fine.”
Thank God.
“Suit yourself,” she shrugged once more. She paused before motioning with a thumb over her shoulder. “You said a place called Coruscant is this way?”
“Yeah.”
“Thanks.”
The siren turned to continue walking, and stifled a laugh when she heard the man’s footsteps steadily increase until he was seemingly at a light jog.
She was used to walking, so it wasn’t a big deal. Of course, it was also a way to delay the dread of finding out what kind of place Coruscant was--if that was even a thing. Creepy McCreeper could have led her to a death trap and she wouldn’t have known the difference.
Lacking other options, though, she pressed on.
A vision came and went, and the siren couldn’t do a damn thing about it. She was perfectly still, watching a grinning darkness approach. She had opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Even if she had been able to vocalize any of her irrational, scared-shitless thoughts, the silhouette began speaking before she would have made any headway.
Omni. Omniverse. Omnilium. Somebody had an ego problem, but that was the least of her concerns. Lilith only barely followed along until the little presentation was over, and suddenly she found herself standing in front of some giant fountain, rubbing her temple through a painful haze in her brain. It was funny that she could remember Omni’s spiel more clearly than anything that preceded it--funny in a terrifying way, but funny nonetheless. She was Lilith; she was a Siren; she was on Pandora, and she had been right in the middle of...something. It was probably something that she gave fifty-fifty odds of surviving through, which was always fun.
Outside of that, she was coming up despairingly empty. A thought almost startled her, and she reached down towards the holster strapped to her hip, and exhaled a breath of relief; she still had a weapon. Power was slow to flow through her, she noted, but she found that she could grasp just enough to feel like the same old Lilith. Whatever had happened was less than ideal, and that was an understatement.
With a sigh, she ran fingers through red strands of hair, and wrapped them tightly, knuckles white. She wanted to pull, but she rather liked her hair--more to the point, however, was the nagging feeling that she needed to just move. Wanderlust was in her nature, and not even the creepiest of extradimensional extractions could make her forget that. Twisting her lips, she tossed up her hands aimlessly with a groan.
Stupid Omni bullshit.
Hands on her head, Lilith found herself walking an annoyingly large distance, eyeing one of the gates that she could see in the distance. She was unaware of the time that had passed, but having an objective in sight and mind--even one she didn’t understand--helped numb her mind just enough to function. She was consumed by idle thought and a vague sense of dread when she was alarmed by a sound behind her. Experience and instinct made her reach for her weapon, but her eyes were met with the vision of a startled young man, holding up his hands in a silent plea.
“Please don’t do that. I don’t want to waste ammo,” she spoke flatly, though she paused briefly when the stranger’s eyebrow quirked.. “Or shoot anyone. See, it’s bad on more than one level.”
“Sorry! I just thought you might have been a newcomer. You have that look.”
Lilith wanted to be insulted, but she realized that her aimless wandering probably made her look like a dumbass. It deserved a pass.
“I guess,” was her simple reply, punctuated by a shrug. “What, so you’re just...Helpful Person who just happened to come along? You don’t think that’s a little...” she motioned vaguely with a wave of her hand, “creepy?”
“There’s not a part of this that isn’t creepy,” the stranger countered matter-of-factly, to which Lilith could only offer a knowing nod. He had that right. “The best any of us can do is help each other out, although I’m surprised nobody’s come to scope you out yet.”
“What?” she asked in a huff, almost breathlessly. She was suddenly exhausted, and it wasn’t by her hike.
“Right, well...if you keep going west,” he stopped to point, presumably at the large gate that she had been trying to get to, “you’ll reach Coruscant, which is controlled by the Empire. To the East is Camelot, ruled by the Kingdom. More often than not, you’ll see representatives of each trying to recruit new Primes such as yourself.”
“Night’s still young,” she replied, taking to inspecting her fingernails like the topic was no big deal despite the gnawing, almost burning feeling in the pit of her stomach.
“You’ll feel better once you’re on stable ground,” he added out of the blue, as though he could guess how she was really feeling.
“I hope so, because so far this place kind of sucks,” she replied, taking her gaze off of the man and looking around. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted to save ammo. I keep expecting things to go from bad to worse.”
“Well, you know you can just summon more, right?”
“Oh. Yeah. Omnil...ing…” she began to murmur, speaking steadily more slowly and softer in a vain attempt to cover a poor memory, “...ton.”
“Omnilium,” he nodded with a smile, though he drew the term out, supposedly so she’d catch it. “You’ll catch on. Primes always seem to.”
Lilith looked back at the man and squinted, pursing her lips. She remembered enough to know that most people were definitely not helpful for no reason, so naturally she wondered if he was going to ask for a favor next...or perhaps ask her to join some sort of cult.
Not that she would be against that, necessarily. Cults could be fun.
“I keep expecting you to try and jump me,” she said honestly, her eyes fixed on him in the most serious manner she could muster. “Or like...try to eat me. It seems like most randomly nice, strange men end up carrying around bags full of the body parts of dead relatives.. Creepy stuff. What’s your angle?”
“I thought I’d help. I was just passing through otherwise,” he said with a tight smile, and she could see him take an inch of a step backwards. “Which I think I’ll keep doing. I’m sure you’ll find someone from either side...eventually. You’ll be fine.”
Thank God.
“Suit yourself,” she shrugged once more. She paused before motioning with a thumb over her shoulder. “You said a place called Coruscant is this way?”
“Yeah.”
“Thanks.”
The siren turned to continue walking, and stifled a laugh when she heard the man’s footsteps steadily increase until he was seemingly at a light jog.
She was used to walking, so it wasn’t a big deal. Of course, it was also a way to delay the dread of finding out what kind of place Coruscant was--if that was even a thing. Creepy McCreeper could have led her to a death trap and she wouldn’t have known the difference.
Lacking other options, though, she pressed on.