<![CDATA[Omni Archive - The Void]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/ Thu, 06 Aug 2026 05:53:08 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[Bondage and Freedom]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=7461 Wed, 06 Jun 2018 16:23:21 +0000 Violet]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=7461  
Yes, and no. She was free, but she was still a slave. Owned not by Ramses or Nathaniel, but by Diablo himself. A burning sensation compelled her to reach up towards her collarbone and touch the skin there delicately, her fingertips running over the charred flesh. She wore his brand on her body, a symbol for all to see, to judge.
 
The one redeeming piece of information she’d garnered from her time in Hell was that it was that time of year again, the Abyss was on again, and she’d been told that Victor Wolfe would be in attendance. Fanfuckingtastic.
 
Energy welled within her, dancing in a reddish cloud around her body, sparkling and beautiful. In that moment, Violet felt filled with so many emotions, but above all of it…was rage. Pure, seething, burning rage. Victor was the one that sent her to Hell, and with luck, she’d be the one to return the favor. Soon, so very soon, she hoped to see his face, mottled and glistening with fear. She wanted him to look upon her, take in everything that was written both in her aura and her flesh, and know that such a fate awaited him.
 
Before she could exact her revenge, she had one bigger problem to overcome: finding where the hell she was and how to get out. Also, where was Nathaniel? Did he not also get expelled? Likely not, and the knowledge of such did not bring her any sort of peace. Even though she hated him, his company was better than none. What could be done, though?
 
While she silently contemplated Nathaniel’s status, her eyes roved the land around her: bland grey and black monochrome landscaping, a dark but somehow still luminescent sky, shimmering lines that zigzagged in curious paths that went on forever. The lines pulsed with some kind of energy that felt cold and lifeless.
 
Was she meant to follow them? She had no other idea on how to get out, so following these lines was the plan, then. For hours, her feet moved, one in front of the other towards some unknown. The only thing that made noise was her feet tiptapping along the stone and the blood rushing through her ears.
 
“A proper tool acts ONLY when the master gives a command. You will understand this in time, or you will continue to suffer.” The disembodied voice echoed through her brain, over and over, torturing her. The command was given, she was his tool, and she would act on his behalf, whatever that will would be. The very idea of being forever bound to another, being their instrument, enraged her. In her mortal life, she’d fought against such ideals, and for the brief spurts of time when she was free-truly free- it was how she wanted life to always be. But, as she’d learned time and time again, we were all someone’s bitch, whether we realized it or not. Some were lucky to know their masters, while others wandered onward towards death directed by some unknown force, doing their bidding, but never knowing they were being played like a marionette in some carnival play.
 
Many times, she’d realized she was that marionette, while other times, she played the puppeteer. The insane logic of it rolled relentlessly around in her mind as blips of her life flashed before her, a place where Red lived on through death, where Nathaniel played himself and so many others, others she had tried hard to place trust in and heartlessly shattered it, a place where her life before being brought into this existence was her perfection. Her children were there, as well as Bardock and Buu. Both she’d claimed as her mates and both of which gave her her greatest gifts.
 
All of that was gone now. They were gone, forever lost to the aether. Dread filled her so suddenly, it made her body shudder. A gasp escaped her lips as awareness came back in a shocking crash. The world around her was still the same darkness, the lines like tattoos across its hard flesh, beaconing for her to keep moving forward.
 
She hoped, prayed, she would escape. She needed to be out there on the battlefield, not just to repay Victor Wolfe for his ‘kindness’, but because the battlefield was where she belonged. Living for a decade among the Saiyans and then years on Earth under military rule had that strange effect that to live was to fight, and to fight was all that mattered. She needed to fight, she needed to escape.
 
She needed a way out.
 
Kneeling, Violet placed a hand over the line she’d been following. The white pulsing light shone through, illuminating the bone and flesh, but oddly, felt just a little cool, like plunging her hand through a pool of water. Her eyes closed, and she saw that light snaking its way upward through her, merging with her skin, her very essence. She felt something within her link with this energy, compelling her to move with it, to dance along with it as it rippled across the realm.
 
She didn’t know how long she knelt like that, but in an instant, she was off again, her feet barely touching the surface as she moved with the pulsating leylines. Her body had changed, ever so slightly, to reflect the lines she followed. Every scar was alight, pulsing in time to the lines she followed. Perhaps she had become light itself, running along with the very soul of this world, to what end, she did not know, just that it had to happen, as it was her nature to do so.
 
Something waited for her, silent, but calling to her all the same. Her body moved with a finesse she hadn’t known before, forever onward towards a destination she didn’t know. She only hoped that it was her escape.]]>  
Yes, and no. She was free, but she was still a slave. Owned not by Ramses or Nathaniel, but by Diablo himself. A burning sensation compelled her to reach up towards her collarbone and touch the skin there delicately, her fingertips running over the charred flesh. She wore his brand on her body, a symbol for all to see, to judge.
 
The one redeeming piece of information she’d garnered from her time in Hell was that it was that time of year again, the Abyss was on again, and she’d been told that Victor Wolfe would be in attendance. Fanfuckingtastic.
 
Energy welled within her, dancing in a reddish cloud around her body, sparkling and beautiful. In that moment, Violet felt filled with so many emotions, but above all of it…was rage. Pure, seething, burning rage. Victor was the one that sent her to Hell, and with luck, she’d be the one to return the favor. Soon, so very soon, she hoped to see his face, mottled and glistening with fear. She wanted him to look upon her, take in everything that was written both in her aura and her flesh, and know that such a fate awaited him.
 
Before she could exact her revenge, she had one bigger problem to overcome: finding where the hell she was and how to get out. Also, where was Nathaniel? Did he not also get expelled? Likely not, and the knowledge of such did not bring her any sort of peace. Even though she hated him, his company was better than none. What could be done, though?
 
While she silently contemplated Nathaniel’s status, her eyes roved the land around her: bland grey and black monochrome landscaping, a dark but somehow still luminescent sky, shimmering lines that zigzagged in curious paths that went on forever. The lines pulsed with some kind of energy that felt cold and lifeless.
 
Was she meant to follow them? She had no other idea on how to get out, so following these lines was the plan, then. For hours, her feet moved, one in front of the other towards some unknown. The only thing that made noise was her feet tiptapping along the stone and the blood rushing through her ears.
 
“A proper tool acts ONLY when the master gives a command. You will understand this in time, or you will continue to suffer.” The disembodied voice echoed through her brain, over and over, torturing her. The command was given, she was his tool, and she would act on his behalf, whatever that will would be. The very idea of being forever bound to another, being their instrument, enraged her. In her mortal life, she’d fought against such ideals, and for the brief spurts of time when she was free-truly free- it was how she wanted life to always be. But, as she’d learned time and time again, we were all someone’s bitch, whether we realized it or not. Some were lucky to know their masters, while others wandered onward towards death directed by some unknown force, doing their bidding, but never knowing they were being played like a marionette in some carnival play.
 
Many times, she’d realized she was that marionette, while other times, she played the puppeteer. The insane logic of it rolled relentlessly around in her mind as blips of her life flashed before her, a place where Red lived on through death, where Nathaniel played himself and so many others, others she had tried hard to place trust in and heartlessly shattered it, a place where her life before being brought into this existence was her perfection. Her children were there, as well as Bardock and Buu. Both she’d claimed as her mates and both of which gave her her greatest gifts.
 
All of that was gone now. They were gone, forever lost to the aether. Dread filled her so suddenly, it made her body shudder. A gasp escaped her lips as awareness came back in a shocking crash. The world around her was still the same darkness, the lines like tattoos across its hard flesh, beaconing for her to keep moving forward.
 
She hoped, prayed, she would escape. She needed to be out there on the battlefield, not just to repay Victor Wolfe for his ‘kindness’, but because the battlefield was where she belonged. Living for a decade among the Saiyans and then years on Earth under military rule had that strange effect that to live was to fight, and to fight was all that mattered. She needed to fight, she needed to escape.
 
She needed a way out.
 
Kneeling, Violet placed a hand over the line she’d been following. The white pulsing light shone through, illuminating the bone and flesh, but oddly, felt just a little cool, like plunging her hand through a pool of water. Her eyes closed, and she saw that light snaking its way upward through her, merging with her skin, her very essence. She felt something within her link with this energy, compelling her to move with it, to dance along with it as it rippled across the realm.
 
She didn’t know how long she knelt like that, but in an instant, she was off again, her feet barely touching the surface as she moved with the pulsating leylines. Her body had changed, ever so slightly, to reflect the lines she followed. Every scar was alight, pulsing in time to the lines she followed. Perhaps she had become light itself, running along with the very soul of this world, to what end, she did not know, just that it had to happen, as it was her nature to do so.
 
Something waited for her, silent, but calling to her all the same. Her body moved with a finesse she hadn’t known before, forever onward towards a destination she didn’t know. She only hoped that it was her escape.]]> <![CDATA[Logic]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=7337 Sat, 12 May 2018 03:51:17 +0000 Desman Black]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=7337
After 15 mins he found out the lines change behind him. 40 mins in and he founds out turning is not a good idea. 78 mins, he founds out going completely straight is not a good idea. 81, he figures out it’s easier to ‘keep track of’ where you are going if you follow the lines. 120, he starts getting super worried about not seeing ash again. 140, Desman gets so much in a panic he goes off to find Ash without any thought to his previous observations. 155, It was a bad idea.

‘Okay, take it easy, you can find her after escaping. Knowing her she has probably gone to Coruscant, so check there first. After that, it’s the hotel. Then… fuck this easier if I just had her phone number.’ For awhile Desman starting staring up at the sky as he thought until get remembered his eyes need to stay on the lines. ‘Why don’t I have her number… is it because I didn’t give her mine? F*ck, I didn’t give her mine.’

Desman needed something to distract him before the metal kicks turned into physical ones. ‘I wonder what these lines are made of...’


‘Well, that was a waste of time.’ The robot thought to himself, not being able to find any way to access the origin of the white, especially with his elemental attacks not working… how does the energy of the universe simply not exist like that, the more Desman thought of this place the more it made no logical sense.

Neither did some of the stuff that resided here, one of them being a black inkish abomination, parts of its body floating in the air with seemingly no illusion of gravity, parts of a malformed skeleton clearly shown in the places, no way he was getting near that thing, especially with no powers, he was just relieved he didn’t see him.

He was also relieved when he saw a massive light in the distance… until he then realised that it was just a massive gathering of ley lines… fuck you Omniverse.


How long has it been since Desman started walking? He couldn’t tell you. But it was boring, the most interesting thing was a white dot in the sky he swears he could see, but that could’ve just been him seeing things, or him going crazy, maybe there isn’t a difference. Actually, there probably is, if he was to go crazy not would have been ages ago.

While his thoughts wandered, Desman lost track of his surroundings. Only realizing this as the white lines disappeared from his eyesight.

Only an idiot or a maniac would travel this far into the darkness. If Desman thought about it he could probably label himself as both… in some sense of the word.


It’s been hours since he had started walking back the way he came, it couldn’t have been that long the first time, could it? Or was his mind just making it seem longer? God how he hated this, maybe he should rest and just wait for Ash to wander along.

…
What is the point of that, it’s been a month, she had probably escaped by now, he should be focusing on doing that himself.

That’s when one of the lines finally decided to appear. In less time then Desman could comprehend a small dot of light rose from the surface, a wall suddenly appearing to the sides of it, which the redhead immediately bumped into.

“Ahh… What was…” A soreness spread across Desman’s head as he stood up, the line no longer directly in front of him, but still coming from his feet. Turning around to look at the new black wall confirmed his suspicions. “Of course there’s gravity manipulation here…’


One Thousand Eight Hundred and Seventy-One…. One Thousand Eight Hundred and Seventy-Two…. One Thousand Eight Hundred and Seventy-Three…. Desman wasn’t sure how long he had been counting for. Well, obviously it was since One Thousand Eight Hundred and Seventy-Three steps ago, but how much seconds, minutes, hours, d… well, probably not days. No human could walk days none stop. Wait, that’s not exactly true… there was that guy that got the world record for walking non-stop for 50 hours…
Well, Desman still highly doubted he could do it, especially since he hasn’t been in a human body for… 3, 4 years? How did he keep it up in the underverse so long… maybe he should rest… just for awhile…


*hah, hah, hah* Desman’s breath was as rabid as the waking was sudden, maybe it would be better if he didn't sleep. As he toyed with the idea of making a device that allowed the human body to function properly without sleep, another one of those white lines appeared to guide him somewhere, passing under him before turning left right in front of him.

The male brushed himself off before nonchalantly walking in the direction it had traveled, the end of the leyline no longer visible with all its fast movement, and all its twists and turns.

Right, right, left, right, left, left, right, left, left, left, left. And then, nothing, just an approximate 30 steps forward and the line ended, just like that.

Why did he start following these lines to begin with? Oh yeah, they were the best way to ‘know’ where you were. Not that it help much, especially with the line stopping dead.

Wait, no, behind the end of the line it’s a different colour, it looks like it could be a cliff. Moving further towards the edge proved it to be an ledge, Desman carefully planting his foot on the ‘wall’ and walking down.

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After 15 mins he found out the lines change behind him. 40 mins in and he founds out turning is not a good idea. 78 mins, he founds out going completely straight is not a good idea. 81, he figures out it’s easier to ‘keep track of’ where you are going if you follow the lines. 120, he starts getting super worried about not seeing ash again. 140, Desman gets so much in a panic he goes off to find Ash without any thought to his previous observations. 155, It was a bad idea.

‘Okay, take it easy, you can find her after escaping. Knowing her she has probably gone to Coruscant, so check there first. After that, it’s the hotel. Then… fuck this easier if I just had her phone number.’ For awhile Desman starting staring up at the sky as he thought until get remembered his eyes need to stay on the lines. ‘Why don’t I have her number… is it because I didn’t give her mine? F*ck, I didn’t give her mine.’

Desman needed something to distract him before the metal kicks turned into physical ones. ‘I wonder what these lines are made of...’


‘Well, that was a waste of time.’ The robot thought to himself, not being able to find any way to access the origin of the white, especially with his elemental attacks not working… how does the energy of the universe simply not exist like that, the more Desman thought of this place the more it made no logical sense.

Neither did some of the stuff that resided here, one of them being a black inkish abomination, parts of its body floating in the air with seemingly no illusion of gravity, parts of a malformed skeleton clearly shown in the places, no way he was getting near that thing, especially with no powers, he was just relieved he didn’t see him.

He was also relieved when he saw a massive light in the distance… until he then realised that it was just a massive gathering of ley lines… fuck you Omniverse.


How long has it been since Desman started walking? He couldn’t tell you. But it was boring, the most interesting thing was a white dot in the sky he swears he could see, but that could’ve just been him seeing things, or him going crazy, maybe there isn’t a difference. Actually, there probably is, if he was to go crazy not would have been ages ago.

While his thoughts wandered, Desman lost track of his surroundings. Only realizing this as the white lines disappeared from his eyesight.

Only an idiot or a maniac would travel this far into the darkness. If Desman thought about it he could probably label himself as both… in some sense of the word.


It’s been hours since he had started walking back the way he came, it couldn’t have been that long the first time, could it? Or was his mind just making it seem longer? God how he hated this, maybe he should rest and just wait for Ash to wander along.

…
What is the point of that, it’s been a month, she had probably escaped by now, he should be focusing on doing that himself.

That’s when one of the lines finally decided to appear. In less time then Desman could comprehend a small dot of light rose from the surface, a wall suddenly appearing to the sides of it, which the redhead immediately bumped into.

“Ahh… What was…” A soreness spread across Desman’s head as he stood up, the line no longer directly in front of him, but still coming from his feet. Turning around to look at the new black wall confirmed his suspicions. “Of course there’s gravity manipulation here…’


One Thousand Eight Hundred and Seventy-One…. One Thousand Eight Hundred and Seventy-Two…. One Thousand Eight Hundred and Seventy-Three…. Desman wasn’t sure how long he had been counting for. Well, obviously it was since One Thousand Eight Hundred and Seventy-Three steps ago, but how much seconds, minutes, hours, d… well, probably not days. No human could walk days none stop. Wait, that’s not exactly true… there was that guy that got the world record for walking non-stop for 50 hours…
Well, Desman still highly doubted he could do it, especially since he hasn’t been in a human body for… 3, 4 years? How did he keep it up in the underverse so long… maybe he should rest… just for awhile…


*hah, hah, hah* Desman’s breath was as rabid as the waking was sudden, maybe it would be better if he didn't sleep. As he toyed with the idea of making a device that allowed the human body to function properly without sleep, another one of those white lines appeared to guide him somewhere, passing under him before turning left right in front of him.

The male brushed himself off before nonchalantly walking in the direction it had traveled, the end of the leyline no longer visible with all its fast movement, and all its twists and turns.

Right, right, left, right, left, left, right, left, left, left, left. And then, nothing, just an approximate 30 steps forward and the line ended, just like that.

Why did he start following these lines to begin with? Oh yeah, they were the best way to ‘know’ where you were. Not that it help much, especially with the line stopping dead.

Wait, no, behind the end of the line it’s a different colour, it looks like it could be a cliff. Moving further towards the edge proved it to be an ledge, Desman carefully planting his foot on the ‘wall’ and walking down.

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]]> <![CDATA[Storm Demon.]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=1452 Tue, 24 Apr 2018 15:10:32 +0000 Ash]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=1452


While not the most uncommon thoughts for The Storm Demon, for it to be the first and only thing to think about after reaching the end to all this effort was not just disappointing but reaffirmed the reasons why she liked the lazier route in life. Maybe she should have listened to Desman... Finding a way out via some other deity or some fantastical escape mission would have at least given her some satisfaction in the end. Yes, the burning in her chest, the suffocation, the choking, all of it was pleasant and scratched an itch that most people weren't' even close to touching; However, it lacked any fuel to further his goals.

For a grand power, Diablo seemed to lack everything but imposing will. His only weapon seemed to mock video game levels of expected fear. None of which worked on the likes of her. She trembled with sexual gratification under his dominating gaze, but now she just felt...

Well, it was a lot like when less fortunate girls than her spend their time and effort into shaving their legs, putting on sexy lacey bra and panty matching underwear, doing their hair and nails, and spending hours on the perfect outfit; Then after a great date of good food, good conversation, and a confident man who says all the right things to turn a girl on, he can't even get hard enough to fuck you. It's the kind of situation co-workers talk about around the water cooler with their trusted friends of six plus months, where the star of the story is now a punch line and a shared only in cryptic phrase when someone needs a good laugh.

It was about as unsatisfactory as when she'd summoned her chainsword and began to saw Nathis in half. His unblinking eyes, his unmoving corpse. He didn't scream, he didn't plea, he didn't even feel it... The crowd watching had more response than the statue she'd sawed in half did. The seething anger behind Damien's eyes had been more satisfying than her opponent's death lazy death. She almost felt bad taking the easy kill from Desman.

Almost.

About as bad as she felt for leaving Desman behind now.

Not out of guilt, of course. She was more upset she wouldn't get to see him piss his pants upon experiencing whatever that was. She hummed her laughter as she began to picture it. His personality came to mind so quickly, as much as she disliked it. Yet, on second thought it was only natural that it would. She'd spent months with him. She can't help but think that her visit would have been less smooth without him. She would have to thank the fool later for being her stepping stone and for showing her all that he did.

How amusing was it that out of this whole trip that the annoying little robot is what gives her drive to continue instead of the all-powerful creature that called himself king. Her ambitions were dampened by the lack of finesse or thought the brutish and gaudy demon exhibited. She thought Omni demanded interesting people to keep him entertained, why he would summon someone so predictable was beyond her. There was no wonder why the god of this realm has isolated the beast to his own verse. Diablo demanded she serve him, but he barely could constitute a benefit to her plans...

That is when Ash noticed she has been walking this whole time. The demoness stopped and glanced around. At first, she thought it was the Nexus, even believing she could see the Fountain of Infinity in the distance. Except everything was black. A familiar black, one she feels she's experienced before this point. It vaguely reminded her of the day she came to The Omniverse when she met Omni and he explained to her all she needed to know about herself and the Omniverse.

She could see a difference between floor and ceiling, a horizon where black turned to grey. Or was it grey to black? It all blurred together. On the edges though, she could swear she was looking at the gates to the other verses.

When she looked directly up she saw white lines guiding her in various directions. Veins from the heart to the body parts and organs. A road map to where ever she could possibly go. She had no idea what this was, and she was fascinated. Slowly she began to walk, staring straight up at the ground and following one line in particular as best she could.

As she stared at her fate's line her thoughts rotated. They started with her own disinterest in the situation; How big of a waste of time this whole thing had been. Regret not talking more to locals and at least having something to use. Which turned her thoughts to Jaixe. She was at a lost to what he was doing and where he was these days, but she couldn't even bring him anything that the written books and files had on Diablo other than how dull he was. She could probably crunch some numbers, figure about how many demons were waiting for the day they would be released to destroy the worlds around them. Also boring. No... If he asks she will fill him in, but this was not worth one moment of his time. 


Her mind briefly visited Desman. She was curious to see if he would even come out of this. How long might it take for him to earn the chance to talk to the chief demon? She hoped that Neujimin finds another demon lord to sick him on. The ringleader demon crossed her mind as well. She bit her lower lip at the thought of what he might be up to. It was probably as simple as smoking a cigar and wishing he hadn't freed her so quickly, but probably not because she was a good lay. Probably wished she was there to stop Desman's tears.



Oh well. 

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While not the most uncommon thoughts for The Storm Demon, for it to be the first and only thing to think about after reaching the end to all this effort was not just disappointing but reaffirmed the reasons why she liked the lazier route in life. Maybe she should have listened to Desman... Finding a way out via some other deity or some fantastical escape mission would have at least given her some satisfaction in the end. Yes, the burning in her chest, the suffocation, the choking, all of it was pleasant and scratched an itch that most people weren't' even close to touching; However, it lacked any fuel to further his goals.

For a grand power, Diablo seemed to lack everything but imposing will. His only weapon seemed to mock video game levels of expected fear. None of which worked on the likes of her. She trembled with sexual gratification under his dominating gaze, but now she just felt...

Well, it was a lot like when less fortunate girls than her spend their time and effort into shaving their legs, putting on sexy lacey bra and panty matching underwear, doing their hair and nails, and spending hours on the perfect outfit; Then after a great date of good food, good conversation, and a confident man who says all the right things to turn a girl on, he can't even get hard enough to fuck you. It's the kind of situation co-workers talk about around the water cooler with their trusted friends of six plus months, where the star of the story is now a punch line and a shared only in cryptic phrase when someone needs a good laugh.

It was about as unsatisfactory as when she'd summoned her chainsword and began to saw Nathis in half. His unblinking eyes, his unmoving corpse. He didn't scream, he didn't plea, he didn't even feel it... The crowd watching had more response than the statue she'd sawed in half did. The seething anger behind Damien's eyes had been more satisfying than her opponent's death lazy death. She almost felt bad taking the easy kill from Desman.

Almost.

About as bad as she felt for leaving Desman behind now.

Not out of guilt, of course. She was more upset she wouldn't get to see him piss his pants upon experiencing whatever that was. She hummed her laughter as she began to picture it. His personality came to mind so quickly, as much as she disliked it. Yet, on second thought it was only natural that it would. She'd spent months with him. She can't help but think that her visit would have been less smooth without him. She would have to thank the fool later for being her stepping stone and for showing her all that he did.

How amusing was it that out of this whole trip that the annoying little robot is what gives her drive to continue instead of the all-powerful creature that called himself king. Her ambitions were dampened by the lack of finesse or thought the brutish and gaudy demon exhibited. She thought Omni demanded interesting people to keep him entertained, why he would summon someone so predictable was beyond her. There was no wonder why the god of this realm has isolated the beast to his own verse. Diablo demanded she serve him, but he barely could constitute a benefit to her plans...

That is when Ash noticed she has been walking this whole time. The demoness stopped and glanced around. At first, she thought it was the Nexus, even believing she could see the Fountain of Infinity in the distance. Except everything was black. A familiar black, one she feels she's experienced before this point. It vaguely reminded her of the day she came to The Omniverse when she met Omni and he explained to her all she needed to know about herself and the Omniverse.

She could see a difference between floor and ceiling, a horizon where black turned to grey. Or was it grey to black? It all blurred together. On the edges though, she could swear she was looking at the gates to the other verses.

When she looked directly up she saw white lines guiding her in various directions. Veins from the heart to the body parts and organs. A road map to where ever she could possibly go. She had no idea what this was, and she was fascinated. Slowly she began to walk, staring straight up at the ground and following one line in particular as best she could.

As she stared at her fate's line her thoughts rotated. They started with her own disinterest in the situation; How big of a waste of time this whole thing had been. Regret not talking more to locals and at least having something to use. Which turned her thoughts to Jaixe. She was at a lost to what he was doing and where he was these days, but she couldn't even bring him anything that the written books and files had on Diablo other than how dull he was. She could probably crunch some numbers, figure about how many demons were waiting for the day they would be released to destroy the worlds around them. Also boring. No... If he asks she will fill him in, but this was not worth one moment of his time. 


Her mind briefly visited Desman. She was curious to see if he would even come out of this. How long might it take for him to earn the chance to talk to the chief demon? She hoped that Neujimin finds another demon lord to sick him on. The ringleader demon crossed her mind as well. She bit her lower lip at the thought of what he might be up to. It was probably as simple as smoking a cigar and wishing he hadn't freed her so quickly, but probably not because she was a good lay. Probably wished she was there to stop Desman's tears.



Oh well. 

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]]> <![CDATA[When There is No More Room in Hell]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=153 Sat, 24 Mar 2018 17:53:43 +0000 Gilgamesh]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=153

“Two GOD DAMN years!” He slammed his fist into the ceiling, letting him bounce up and down like a buoy. How could this much time have slipped by his fingers? The Golden King brought his hand up to rub the bridge of his nose. Oh how he will enjoy murdering the ‘Proto-Mouse’ over and over again. Gil vowed that their fate will be worse than any suffering he had endured here. Furrowing his brow he gently pushed off the ceiling, letting him settle nicely in the middle of this empty space. Seeing as he couldn’t walk, Gilgamesh began to swim aimlessly, looking for any sign of...well anything.


His boiling rage quite literally warmed him as he traveled through the expanse. A shudder went down his spine as he thought of his new master, Diablo. The demon’s power here was more impressive than he could ever hope to imagine, even in his prime. How effortlessly the demon was able to obliterate Gilgamesh and stitch him back together, it seemed like some sort of excellent illusion magic. However, Gilgamesh knew that it wasn’t even an ounce Diablo’s real power. His hand dropped to his left breast, still tender from his new mark. And now he had a fraction of it as well. The thought of being a lesser to a hellspawn was enough to make him scream out in rage, but trading it for the ability to demolish his enemies with ease made it tolerable.


Continuing to swim into the expanse, Gilgamesh continued in a straight line, or what he thought was a straight line. With time, even up and down became relative and indistinguishable. Over time his undying rage had died down a bit and left over a more bitter residue. Out of the corner of his eye, he was able to catch a black blob moving quite quickly. He turned his head to see a giant eyeball with wings and tentacle like appendages. The creature turned to make eye contact with Gilgamesh, it’s giant eyeball lethargically blinking. The small monster slowly flew towards Gilgamesh, but passed him entirely. Gil’s eyes followed the monster, the small creature’s attention was not fixed upon the intruder but the ceiling and walls. It paused for a moment, inspecting the seemingly featureless environment before heading off.


The Golden King swam over to inspect the same wall. What in the world was this creature looking at? This place has no landmarks. For the first time he noticed small white lines that seemed to diverge and point into every direction. Realizing what the creature was doing, Gil looked around to find where the little bastard had gone. He could have sworn the creature was right behind him. He took a pause and turned back to see the creature flying to his left. He had a puzzled look on his face and blinked in disbelief at how that could of worked. Gil shook his head for a minute before suspending disbelief and tried to follow the creature off into the distance.



Struggling to catch up, Gilgamesh was completely out of breath as he trailed the monster. Luckily, the creature had just stopped to inspect the leyline, allowing for him to slowly catch up to it. Using the wall as a makeshift ladder, he slowly pressed his hands against the wall to push himself to the floor. He let out a sigh of relief and wiped a bead of sweat the was beginning to collect on his brow. The void did not make it easy to travel. Seeing as the little creature was beginning to fly off into the distance, Gilgamesh continued to trail the creature.


Bored out of his mind and not interested enough to inspect the leyline, Gilgamesh began to converse with the creature. “You shall now be known as the fearsome Baal.” Gil cracked a smile at his own joke. “Have you always lived your life in this limbo, creature?" Baal made no effort in communicating with the King, not even giving him the pleasure of acknowledging his presence.


“Tch. If you were anything more than an insect I would destroy you for your uncivil behavior”. Baal responded by turning a corner, however as Gilgamesh continued to follow him, the little monster was gone. Panicked and completely lost, Gil looked around desperate to find his guide. Baal, somehow, was behind him turning back towards the direction they just came from.


“We are losing time you insufferable beast! You must take me to the Omniverse, Now!” Gil’s voice was clear in that he was losing his patience, but the more time he took to look at it, the void didn't seem familiar. He opened his mouth to speak, but he had nothing to say. He let out a defeated sigh, unaware of where the hell he was going and just slowly followed Baal.


Not much time had passed, but the intricacies of the Void was more than enough to make him sick of it. Frustrated and silent, the King of Heroes followed Baal till he saw a stone arch with a glistening blue portal. His heart leapt for joy as he thought he would never be so happy to find his way back into the Omniverse. It has been so long since he felt the light of the Dunes and unbearable heat, yet that’s all he wanted to feel on his skin right now. He turned his head to see Baal flying away and he gave him a soft wave.


“See ya Space Cowboy.”]]>

“Two GOD DAMN years!” He slammed his fist into the ceiling, letting him bounce up and down like a buoy. How could this much time have slipped by his fingers? The Golden King brought his hand up to rub the bridge of his nose. Oh how he will enjoy murdering the ‘Proto-Mouse’ over and over again. Gil vowed that their fate will be worse than any suffering he had endured here. Furrowing his brow he gently pushed off the ceiling, letting him settle nicely in the middle of this empty space. Seeing as he couldn’t walk, Gilgamesh began to swim aimlessly, looking for any sign of...well anything.


His boiling rage quite literally warmed him as he traveled through the expanse. A shudder went down his spine as he thought of his new master, Diablo. The demon’s power here was more impressive than he could ever hope to imagine, even in his prime. How effortlessly the demon was able to obliterate Gilgamesh and stitch him back together, it seemed like some sort of excellent illusion magic. However, Gilgamesh knew that it wasn’t even an ounce Diablo’s real power. His hand dropped to his left breast, still tender from his new mark. And now he had a fraction of it as well. The thought of being a lesser to a hellspawn was enough to make him scream out in rage, but trading it for the ability to demolish his enemies with ease made it tolerable.


Continuing to swim into the expanse, Gilgamesh continued in a straight line, or what he thought was a straight line. With time, even up and down became relative and indistinguishable. Over time his undying rage had died down a bit and left over a more bitter residue. Out of the corner of his eye, he was able to catch a black blob moving quite quickly. He turned his head to see a giant eyeball with wings and tentacle like appendages. The creature turned to make eye contact with Gilgamesh, it’s giant eyeball lethargically blinking. The small monster slowly flew towards Gilgamesh, but passed him entirely. Gil’s eyes followed the monster, the small creature’s attention was not fixed upon the intruder but the ceiling and walls. It paused for a moment, inspecting the seemingly featureless environment before heading off.


The Golden King swam over to inspect the same wall. What in the world was this creature looking at? This place has no landmarks. For the first time he noticed small white lines that seemed to diverge and point into every direction. Realizing what the creature was doing, Gil looked around to find where the little bastard had gone. He could have sworn the creature was right behind him. He took a pause and turned back to see the creature flying to his left. He had a puzzled look on his face and blinked in disbelief at how that could of worked. Gil shook his head for a minute before suspending disbelief and tried to follow the creature off into the distance.



Struggling to catch up, Gilgamesh was completely out of breath as he trailed the monster. Luckily, the creature had just stopped to inspect the leyline, allowing for him to slowly catch up to it. Using the wall as a makeshift ladder, he slowly pressed his hands against the wall to push himself to the floor. He let out a sigh of relief and wiped a bead of sweat the was beginning to collect on his brow. The void did not make it easy to travel. Seeing as the little creature was beginning to fly off into the distance, Gilgamesh continued to trail the creature.


Bored out of his mind and not interested enough to inspect the leyline, Gilgamesh began to converse with the creature. “You shall now be known as the fearsome Baal.” Gil cracked a smile at his own joke. “Have you always lived your life in this limbo, creature?" Baal made no effort in communicating with the King, not even giving him the pleasure of acknowledging his presence.


“Tch. If you were anything more than an insect I would destroy you for your uncivil behavior”. Baal responded by turning a corner, however as Gilgamesh continued to follow him, the little monster was gone. Panicked and completely lost, Gil looked around desperate to find his guide. Baal, somehow, was behind him turning back towards the direction they just came from.


“We are losing time you insufferable beast! You must take me to the Omniverse, Now!” Gil’s voice was clear in that he was losing his patience, but the more time he took to look at it, the void didn't seem familiar. He opened his mouth to speak, but he had nothing to say. He let out a defeated sigh, unaware of where the hell he was going and just slowly followed Baal.


Not much time had passed, but the intricacies of the Void was more than enough to make him sick of it. Frustrated and silent, the King of Heroes followed Baal till he saw a stone arch with a glistening blue portal. His heart leapt for joy as he thought he would never be so happy to find his way back into the Omniverse. It has been so long since he felt the light of the Dunes and unbearable heat, yet that’s all he wanted to feel on his skin right now. He turned his head to see Baal flying away and he gave him a soft wave.


“See ya Space Cowboy.”]]> <![CDATA[The journey's last leg]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=7066 Tue, 05 Dec 2017 15:41:21 +0000 Amaterasu]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=7066
Oki, Urist and Fiara stood on a sort of platform, or to be exact Oki was kneeling on it with his hands gripping her arms to tug her onto the surface. Was it even a platform? The only pointer to that was that they all stood there and that she met a resistance when propping her hands below herself to climb up. Urist seemed to have realized this too because he was tapping the ground in front of him with his pickaxe, checking for holes. Shuddering at the thought of what might happen if they fell into the void, Amaterasu pulled herself up and looked back.

The portal was still there. Like a window they could see the peak of the rock they had just climbed, and the snowed mountain extending beneath that. How peculiar… one could see in from the outside, but not the other way around? And extending that thought, did that mean that there were more “windows” like these where an outsider could look into a verse from? It was a creepy thought to pursue, so she decided to leave it at that. The matter at hand was a whole different one, after all…

“This en’t right”, murmured Urist. “Ah can’t see no borders ta this place.”

“What about those things?” asked Fiara and pointed at the ground. True enough, there were faint white lines that Amaterasu hadn’t noticed yet. They were blurry like paint that had been washed away by water, but the more one looked at it, the clearer they stood out.

“Leylines…” she murmured. “Could it really be?”

“Wha? Layla-ins?” Urist parrotted Amaterasu’s words.

“I think I know what this place is… none of you move”, she ordered, but a moment too late. Urist had turned around and lifted his foot to move towards them, but the moment that he did so his body flipped over and, with a surprised scream, he fell upwards as a sort of reversed gravity gripped him. Before anyone could really react to the sudden shift though the dwarf hit a surface and tumbled forward, rolling along an invisible ground and finally stopping at a fair distance from the rest of the group. Diagonally above them he sat, his head facing downwards and his face depicting such a comical grimace of confusion and shame that even Amaterasu had to laugh despite the severity of the situation. “Are you okay, Urist?” she asked once she managed to regain control of herself.

“Aye… ah, bu’ wha’ happened? Why’re ye all upside down now?”

“Stay put. The laws of space are different in this place. Moving around may fling you across the space, or worse.”

“I imagine that you’ve got a plan?” Oki intervened with a worried frown.

“Yes… there’s only one type of space that I know that this could be, one that has leylines and where the regular laws of space and time are distorted: an extradimensional hypometric area with chaos-logical antilaws.”

“...”

“... okay, that’s a mouthful, I realize. Omoikane, the Kami of wisdom, discovered it before I was reincarnated into Nippon, as a space between spaces through which lesser Kami can navigate from Tamagahara, Earth or the Underworld to any other of the three realms without undertaking the lengthy journey through Nippon. The common name we gave that place is ‘Abyss’, the realm between realms that holds reality together.”

“That I think I can memorize… so you know how we must move to get out of this place?”

“Yes and no… the good news is that I think I know where this could lead. The Abyss was a connection between the underworld, the surface and the heavens. If this place is anything like it, then it may have a connection between these realms too. We could try to find an exit that will bring us to the Nexus.” Yes, they could. But her destination was going to be a very different one. Oki raised an eyebrow and despite that he didn’t object Amaterasu suspected that he knew what she intended to do.

“And the bad news?” Fiara interjected.

“The bad news is that I will need to calculate the chaos-geometric properties of this antispace to define what antilaws govern it, and thus determine how to reverse those very same antilaws in order to synthesize a formula that allows us to determine the correct path of leylines to follow if we are to get anywhere. And that sort of calculation will take a while… depending on the magnitude of the antispace we’re in I could need a few days.”

“What if we take a path along a leyline at random?” Oki suggested. “I realize that it may not be the best course of action but we can’t leave Urist up there and it’d be faster.”

“I have no idea where these leylines may lead, Oki… sure we may end up somewhere we want to be but who’s to say that we won’t end up in the Underworld, if the Omniverse has one? Or in some other, equally bad place, like the core of a verse, or in midair where we will fall to our deaths.”

The Oina warrior shuddered. “I… suppose.”

“The leylines should be the single constant in this world, which will allow me to unravel the whole thing… you guys can travel up and down along them if you have to move, but avoid straying from them. Urist, try moving around and see if you can get your feet onto one of those lines! You should be able to navigate your way back to us.” Having said that, she took a seat, crossed her legs, closed her eyes and emptied her mind. This sort of calculations would take a while, and a single error because she didn’t concentrate could make everything else useless.


Oki observed as Amaterasu began to paint a complex spherical model into the air using her Celestial Brush. Every stroke, every blot of ink seemed to have a purpose but the pattern was getting more and more complex with every second. Before long he had to turn his eyes away because it was making his head hurt to just look at it, let alone to listen to the rows of numbers she was writing next to it and murmuring to herself. Was she even taking breaks to breathe?

Whatever the case was, the Kami seemed to know what she was doing, and the three of them could do little but to trust in her. A place like this, a plane of existence where the most fundamental laws of reality did not apply, was not a domain for a simple warrior like him, or even for a learned scholar: it was the domain of the gods.

“Urist! Do you happen to still carry that Protractor on you that you’ve been using on the maps?” Amaterasu asked loudly.

“Uhh… aye, ah should. D’ya need it?”

“Please. Throw it down to me.”

The dwarf did as told and Oki watched with great interest how the little piece of metal fell downwards from his perspective. Urist was standing upside down with gravity seemingly pulling him upwards, yet it seemed that the Protractor cared very little about that. Amaterasu snagged it from midair without turning her eyes away from the drawing.

“Oki… can you pass me a can of food from our provisions? A big one, preferably.”

“Sure”, he replied and dug around in his backpack. Strange, it felt like it was way larger and deeper on the inside than out… he quickly found one of the cans with preserved meat and vegetables and tossed it towards her. “Did you need that for your calculations as well?”

“Eh? Oh, no”, she said as she popped the lid off, then tilted the can over her mouth and swallowed a mouthful. “I’m just hungry and need some brain food.”]]>
Oki, Urist and Fiara stood on a sort of platform, or to be exact Oki was kneeling on it with his hands gripping her arms to tug her onto the surface. Was it even a platform? The only pointer to that was that they all stood there and that she met a resistance when propping her hands below herself to climb up. Urist seemed to have realized this too because he was tapping the ground in front of him with his pickaxe, checking for holes. Shuddering at the thought of what might happen if they fell into the void, Amaterasu pulled herself up and looked back.

The portal was still there. Like a window they could see the peak of the rock they had just climbed, and the snowed mountain extending beneath that. How peculiar… one could see in from the outside, but not the other way around? And extending that thought, did that mean that there were more “windows” like these where an outsider could look into a verse from? It was a creepy thought to pursue, so she decided to leave it at that. The matter at hand was a whole different one, after all…

“This en’t right”, murmured Urist. “Ah can’t see no borders ta this place.”

“What about those things?” asked Fiara and pointed at the ground. True enough, there were faint white lines that Amaterasu hadn’t noticed yet. They were blurry like paint that had been washed away by water, but the more one looked at it, the clearer they stood out.

“Leylines…” she murmured. “Could it really be?”

“Wha? Layla-ins?” Urist parrotted Amaterasu’s words.

“I think I know what this place is… none of you move”, she ordered, but a moment too late. Urist had turned around and lifted his foot to move towards them, but the moment that he did so his body flipped over and, with a surprised scream, he fell upwards as a sort of reversed gravity gripped him. Before anyone could really react to the sudden shift though the dwarf hit a surface and tumbled forward, rolling along an invisible ground and finally stopping at a fair distance from the rest of the group. Diagonally above them he sat, his head facing downwards and his face depicting such a comical grimace of confusion and shame that even Amaterasu had to laugh despite the severity of the situation. “Are you okay, Urist?” she asked once she managed to regain control of herself.

“Aye… ah, bu’ wha’ happened? Why’re ye all upside down now?”

“Stay put. The laws of space are different in this place. Moving around may fling you across the space, or worse.”

“I imagine that you’ve got a plan?” Oki intervened with a worried frown.

“Yes… there’s only one type of space that I know that this could be, one that has leylines and where the regular laws of space and time are distorted: an extradimensional hypometric area with chaos-logical antilaws.”

“...”

“... okay, that’s a mouthful, I realize. Omoikane, the Kami of wisdom, discovered it before I was reincarnated into Nippon, as a space between spaces through which lesser Kami can navigate from Tamagahara, Earth or the Underworld to any other of the three realms without undertaking the lengthy journey through Nippon. The common name we gave that place is ‘Abyss’, the realm between realms that holds reality together.”

“That I think I can memorize… so you know how we must move to get out of this place?”

“Yes and no… the good news is that I think I know where this could lead. The Abyss was a connection between the underworld, the surface and the heavens. If this place is anything like it, then it may have a connection between these realms too. We could try to find an exit that will bring us to the Nexus.” Yes, they could. But her destination was going to be a very different one. Oki raised an eyebrow and despite that he didn’t object Amaterasu suspected that he knew what she intended to do.

“And the bad news?” Fiara interjected.

“The bad news is that I will need to calculate the chaos-geometric properties of this antispace to define what antilaws govern it, and thus determine how to reverse those very same antilaws in order to synthesize a formula that allows us to determine the correct path of leylines to follow if we are to get anywhere. And that sort of calculation will take a while… depending on the magnitude of the antispace we’re in I could need a few days.”

“What if we take a path along a leyline at random?” Oki suggested. “I realize that it may not be the best course of action but we can’t leave Urist up there and it’d be faster.”

“I have no idea where these leylines may lead, Oki… sure we may end up somewhere we want to be but who’s to say that we won’t end up in the Underworld, if the Omniverse has one? Or in some other, equally bad place, like the core of a verse, or in midair where we will fall to our deaths.”

The Oina warrior shuddered. “I… suppose.”

“The leylines should be the single constant in this world, which will allow me to unravel the whole thing… you guys can travel up and down along them if you have to move, but avoid straying from them. Urist, try moving around and see if you can get your feet onto one of those lines! You should be able to navigate your way back to us.” Having said that, she took a seat, crossed her legs, closed her eyes and emptied her mind. This sort of calculations would take a while, and a single error because she didn’t concentrate could make everything else useless.


Oki observed as Amaterasu began to paint a complex spherical model into the air using her Celestial Brush. Every stroke, every blot of ink seemed to have a purpose but the pattern was getting more and more complex with every second. Before long he had to turn his eyes away because it was making his head hurt to just look at it, let alone to listen to the rows of numbers she was writing next to it and murmuring to herself. Was she even taking breaks to breathe?

Whatever the case was, the Kami seemed to know what she was doing, and the three of them could do little but to trust in her. A place like this, a plane of existence where the most fundamental laws of reality did not apply, was not a domain for a simple warrior like him, or even for a learned scholar: it was the domain of the gods.

“Urist! Do you happen to still carry that Protractor on you that you’ve been using on the maps?” Amaterasu asked loudly.

“Uhh… aye, ah should. D’ya need it?”

“Please. Throw it down to me.”

The dwarf did as told and Oki watched with great interest how the little piece of metal fell downwards from his perspective. Urist was standing upside down with gravity seemingly pulling him upwards, yet it seemed that the Protractor cared very little about that. Amaterasu snagged it from midair without turning her eyes away from the drawing.

“Oki… can you pass me a can of food from our provisions? A big one, preferably.”

“Sure”, he replied and dug around in his backpack. Strange, it felt like it was way larger and deeper on the inside than out… he quickly found one of the cans with preserved meat and vegetables and tossed it towards her. “Did you need that for your calculations as well?”

“Eh? Oh, no”, she said as she popped the lid off, then tilted the can over her mouth and swallowed a mouthful. “I’m just hungry and need some brain food.”]]> <![CDATA[Naked]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=6895 Sat, 14 Oct 2017 01:54:30 +0000 Tearen Wover]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=6895
This was, of course, just a poetic assumption on his part. Still, it left him feeling restless and eager to proceed onto his final destination. Tearen stared down at his own hands, half covered by his ceremonial robes of the Enigma and sighed. He was closer here to his natural state than anywhere else, and now that he had finally departed the Omniverse proper, he no longer felt beholden to its mortal mores. The elder Prime shed his cloak and other clothes, one article at a time, until he walked bare-skinned along the smooth, glassy floor. As expected, it felt no cooler, having peeled his trappings away, but that still wouldn't have changed his mind. He had taken on so much baggage during his travels across Omni's playground that he had barely had time to meditate or take stock of himself. Holding on to these worldly bindings would only hinder his resolve, and besides, to stand before the pinnacle deity of a given reality was to expose one's self in many ways.

The symbolic nature of traveling in the buff lost its novelty after what Tearen presumed to be a few hours of trackless wandering. Based on what he knew about the Void, the placement of various dimensional Gates was arbitrary. Any number of the whirling vortices he had already walked passed may well have conveyed him directly into the fabled Oververse, but this was time that the Shadow wished to see through in its full...though, some company may have been nice. As tempting as it might have been to drag one or more of his disciples into this world of inbetweens, having another Prime along on this venture would defeat one of its most important aspects; that none could know of what would come to pass. There was only one person he trusted in this matter, for she had been a part of him for the better part of two months now. It was strange, thinking back on it, that his daring escape from the Underverse had been so very recent, but the Omniverse had a tendency to drag its temporal feet in that regard.

Finding a secluded place to summon, Tearen sat down on his bare haunches and allowed streams of Omnilium to flow from his very pores, out into the obsidian blackness. The prismatic power cast rainbow scintillation across the honed angles of the looming, senseless architecture. The storm of light illuminated the angles of that particular patch of Void for almost two hours; the longest and most meticulous summoning that Tearen had ever performed. No less could be accepted, for the subject of the conjuration deserved nothing less than perfection...]]>
This was, of course, just a poetic assumption on his part. Still, it left him feeling restless and eager to proceed onto his final destination. Tearen stared down at his own hands, half covered by his ceremonial robes of the Enigma and sighed. He was closer here to his natural state than anywhere else, and now that he had finally departed the Omniverse proper, he no longer felt beholden to its mortal mores. The elder Prime shed his cloak and other clothes, one article at a time, until he walked bare-skinned along the smooth, glassy floor. As expected, it felt no cooler, having peeled his trappings away, but that still wouldn't have changed his mind. He had taken on so much baggage during his travels across Omni's playground that he had barely had time to meditate or take stock of himself. Holding on to these worldly bindings would only hinder his resolve, and besides, to stand before the pinnacle deity of a given reality was to expose one's self in many ways.

The symbolic nature of traveling in the buff lost its novelty after what Tearen presumed to be a few hours of trackless wandering. Based on what he knew about the Void, the placement of various dimensional Gates was arbitrary. Any number of the whirling vortices he had already walked passed may well have conveyed him directly into the fabled Oververse, but this was time that the Shadow wished to see through in its full...though, some company may have been nice. As tempting as it might have been to drag one or more of his disciples into this world of inbetweens, having another Prime along on this venture would defeat one of its most important aspects; that none could know of what would come to pass. There was only one person he trusted in this matter, for she had been a part of him for the better part of two months now. It was strange, thinking back on it, that his daring escape from the Underverse had been so very recent, but the Omniverse had a tendency to drag its temporal feet in that regard.

Finding a secluded place to summon, Tearen sat down on his bare haunches and allowed streams of Omnilium to flow from his very pores, out into the obsidian blackness. The prismatic power cast rainbow scintillation across the honed angles of the looming, senseless architecture. The storm of light illuminated the angles of that particular patch of Void for almost two hours; the longest and most meticulous summoning that Tearen had ever performed. No less could be accepted, for the subject of the conjuration deserved nothing less than perfection...]]> <![CDATA[Mr. & Mrs. Bixby Go For An]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=5953 Mon, 01 May 2017 23:47:34 +0000 Tearen Wover]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=5953
“You truly wish to help the people of the Omniverse?” the angel intoned. His voice was grave beyond telling. Tearen felt a rush of mixed emotions, which released as a long sigh.

“That was always my intention. Before coming here, however, I was too far removed from mortal life to know how to do that…” Tearen said, leaning heavily against the vault-door walls. He shrugged helplessly.

“...so you worked as you had been taught. Anarchy and freedom of mind, and pain of the ignorant be damned.” Tyrael said, thumbing a small talisman clasped to his cloak.

“Pretty much. I forgot the pain that brought to my previous state of being. More importantly, I know better now that striving to be more than human, to make the world as ephemeral as a dream, to try to rid yourself of yourself... leads only to isolation. Omnipotence without objective. Omniscience without comprehension. The children of the Omniverse deserve a better fate.” Tearen said, his voice beginning to hitch. The Shadow could no longer bring his eyes to meet those of Tyrael. The angel’s compassionate heart wrenched in his chest, before he calmed himself with memories of this Prime’s black deeds.

“Like Rebecca?” Tyrael asked, his voice steady. Tearen didn’t know how Tyrael had divined his relationship with the Little Sister, but it didn’t matter at that moment. Tearen uttered a heaving breath.

“A...her among many. Divine beings such as you and I, to us, all mortals are but children. Earnest and hopeful. All of the Omniverse’s inhabitants are this to me, and I have been slack in my parental duties.” Tearen said. The line between metaphor and reality was starting to become a tad too blurred, and both Primes recognized it. A few clenched moments passed before Tyrael brought the conversation to cusp.

“What is your plan?”

Tearen shook his head.

“Not...really sure right now. Heh, how human. But, yes, my first order of business is to find Rebecca and see to it that she is taken care of. After that…” Tearen trailed off, trying to formulate a long term plan. It had been so easy when he was in a state of god-mind, but perhaps it was better this way. Still, there was one thing that bothered him.

“Tyrael, when was the last time you heard music, other than a war chant? Really good music?” Tearen asked, finally bringing his eyes back to the angel’s. The question seemed to honestly catch Tyrael off guard.

“Uhm...I…” the legendary Prime stuttered, turning the inquiry over in his mind. “I can’t think of the last time.” he finally conceded. Tearen nodded empathetically.

“It’s a problem. Maybe I’ll start there.” the Shadow concluded. Tyrael eventually cracked a wary smile.

“I can enable that.” Tyrael said, snapping a clasp on the talisman he had been fiddling with. A golden band of light tumbled into his palm, and he held it up for Tearen to see. A reverse banishment circle? If it was such an object, the angel must have kept its means of creation a closely guarded secret. Omnilium could do many things, but it also had a mind of its own. Many people had tried and failed to create the object that Tyrael now offered him.

“Well, if you ever come back this way, bring some music with you.” Tyrael said simply. Tearen loosed a small laugh.

“If I don’t get banished again I’m probably not making enough of a difference. Consider it a promise.” Tearen said, pressing the banishment circle into his chest. The sandstone hallway and Tyrael’s curious expression melted away in a shower of sparkling ochre…

…


















Black.

Utter blackness.

Tearen blinked a few times experimentally. The blackness remained. This was a far cry from the porcelain brilliance of the Nexus that he had been expecting. The Shadow felt around him, palming at the smooth darkness that enveloped him. As his palms clinked against the dark matter, white lines traced themselves over the vectors of this ebon environment. Tearen sat up and smacked his head sharply into an overhang. White lines traced a taunting path around the impact point of his forehead.

The ex-enigma gingerly excised himself from the geometric cubby that he had been reformed in and stood up. Waves of white lines bounced all around him, like ripples in a pond. Evidently he was not the only one trying to navigate this maze. Tearen realized this must be the eponymous ‘Void’ he had studied in his first Prime body. An in-between world, the space between spaces.

Tearen may have been mystified if it wasn’t for the fact that much of his time spent as a minor deity had been in a place such as this. Despite his rekindled humanity, the ex-enigma already felt an affinity for this black and white labyrinth. In short, it felt good to be home.

Tenuous reports indicated that any Verse could be reached from the Void. If so, there must have been apertures that led into the Omniverse proper. Tearen decided that it would be prudent to find such a portal to the Frozen Fields, being that it was Rebecca’s last known location. Still, any door would do; even the Ashen Steppes would be closer to her than the Underverse. So, with cautious footsteps, Tearen walked through the eerily silent boulevards and sweeping tesseracts that built the seemingly nonsensical architecture of this place.

Honestly, Tearen found it rather aesthetically pleasing. He didn’t bother getting upset when he would turn a corner to find himself upside down from where he had just been. Such was the nature of hyperspace, and it was better to accept it than fight against it.

The Shadow decided that, in spite of it all, he liked it here.

Quote:Need a Roll for a Gate Please; Preferring Frozen Fields
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“You truly wish to help the people of the Omniverse?” the angel intoned. His voice was grave beyond telling. Tearen felt a rush of mixed emotions, which released as a long sigh.

“That was always my intention. Before coming here, however, I was too far removed from mortal life to know how to do that…” Tearen said, leaning heavily against the vault-door walls. He shrugged helplessly.

“...so you worked as you had been taught. Anarchy and freedom of mind, and pain of the ignorant be damned.” Tyrael said, thumbing a small talisman clasped to his cloak.

“Pretty much. I forgot the pain that brought to my previous state of being. More importantly, I know better now that striving to be more than human, to make the world as ephemeral as a dream, to try to rid yourself of yourself... leads only to isolation. Omnipotence without objective. Omniscience without comprehension. The children of the Omniverse deserve a better fate.” Tearen said, his voice beginning to hitch. The Shadow could no longer bring his eyes to meet those of Tyrael. The angel’s compassionate heart wrenched in his chest, before he calmed himself with memories of this Prime’s black deeds.

“Like Rebecca?” Tyrael asked, his voice steady. Tearen didn’t know how Tyrael had divined his relationship with the Little Sister, but it didn’t matter at that moment. Tearen uttered a heaving breath.

“A...her among many. Divine beings such as you and I, to us, all mortals are but children. Earnest and hopeful. All of the Omniverse’s inhabitants are this to me, and I have been slack in my parental duties.” Tearen said. The line between metaphor and reality was starting to become a tad too blurred, and both Primes recognized it. A few clenched moments passed before Tyrael brought the conversation to cusp.

“What is your plan?”

Tearen shook his head.

“Not...really sure right now. Heh, how human. But, yes, my first order of business is to find Rebecca and see to it that she is taken care of. After that…” Tearen trailed off, trying to formulate a long term plan. It had been so easy when he was in a state of god-mind, but perhaps it was better this way. Still, there was one thing that bothered him.

“Tyrael, when was the last time you heard music, other than a war chant? Really good music?” Tearen asked, finally bringing his eyes back to the angel’s. The question seemed to honestly catch Tyrael off guard.

“Uhm...I…” the legendary Prime stuttered, turning the inquiry over in his mind. “I can’t think of the last time.” he finally conceded. Tearen nodded empathetically.

“It’s a problem. Maybe I’ll start there.” the Shadow concluded. Tyrael eventually cracked a wary smile.

“I can enable that.” Tyrael said, snapping a clasp on the talisman he had been fiddling with. A golden band of light tumbled into his palm, and he held it up for Tearen to see. A reverse banishment circle? If it was such an object, the angel must have kept its means of creation a closely guarded secret. Omnilium could do many things, but it also had a mind of its own. Many people had tried and failed to create the object that Tyrael now offered him.

“Well, if you ever come back this way, bring some music with you.” Tyrael said simply. Tearen loosed a small laugh.

“If I don’t get banished again I’m probably not making enough of a difference. Consider it a promise.” Tearen said, pressing the banishment circle into his chest. The sandstone hallway and Tyrael’s curious expression melted away in a shower of sparkling ochre…

…


















Black.

Utter blackness.

Tearen blinked a few times experimentally. The blackness remained. This was a far cry from the porcelain brilliance of the Nexus that he had been expecting. The Shadow felt around him, palming at the smooth darkness that enveloped him. As his palms clinked against the dark matter, white lines traced themselves over the vectors of this ebon environment. Tearen sat up and smacked his head sharply into an overhang. White lines traced a taunting path around the impact point of his forehead.

The ex-enigma gingerly excised himself from the geometric cubby that he had been reformed in and stood up. Waves of white lines bounced all around him, like ripples in a pond. Evidently he was not the only one trying to navigate this maze. Tearen realized this must be the eponymous ‘Void’ he had studied in his first Prime body. An in-between world, the space between spaces.

Tearen may have been mystified if it wasn’t for the fact that much of his time spent as a minor deity had been in a place such as this. Despite his rekindled humanity, the ex-enigma already felt an affinity for this black and white labyrinth. In short, it felt good to be home.

Tenuous reports indicated that any Verse could be reached from the Void. If so, there must have been apertures that led into the Omniverse proper. Tearen decided that it would be prudent to find such a portal to the Frozen Fields, being that it was Rebecca’s last known location. Still, any door would do; even the Ashen Steppes would be closer to her than the Underverse. So, with cautious footsteps, Tearen walked through the eerily silent boulevards and sweeping tesseracts that built the seemingly nonsensical architecture of this place.

Honestly, Tearen found it rather aesthetically pleasing. He didn’t bother getting upset when he would turn a corner to find himself upside down from where he had just been. Such was the nature of hyperspace, and it was better to accept it than fight against it.

The Shadow decided that, in spite of it all, he liked it here.

Quote:Need a Roll for a Gate Please; Preferring Frozen Fields
]]> <![CDATA[Though I Walk...]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=5882 Thu, 13 Apr 2017 21:09:16 +0000 Doomguy]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=5882
What I found was nothing.

Not necessarily an absence of anything. But a complete vastness of emptiness stretched out before me. No wind to blow across the seemingly infinite blackness ahead of me. No sound but the echo of my two steps into the void. For a brief moment I had wondered I had died and this was where bad primes went when Omni no longer found them entertaining. I stared out there, stunned and in awe.

I was like this until I finally remembered to breath.

I recovered from the daze and moved slowly forward, tracing my eyes across almost the featureless universe. It was not completely empty, despite what first impressions offered. Basic shapes blended into the horizon, stairs that seem to go into nowhere and catwalks into the abyss.

I let out a frustrated groan that slowly turned into a rage filled scream as a lot of pent up emotion and sudden realization came in at once. A maze. Another fucking maze. How much of my life was going to be stuck in mazes and labyrinths? At least this one wasn’t trying to actively kill me, but that shouldn’t be the bar of entry!

What was I even looking for? Another gate? I squinted out to the horizon and I wasn’t getting anything outside of the light behind me. Likely obscured. Maybe in a room. Could be fucking under me for all I could tell. I decided that grumbling was not going to change anything and stumbled across the platform with my shotgun as an impromptu cane.

Last thing I needed was to end this whole quest with an anti-climatic stumble off the edge of a platform and crack my skull open...

Then everything lit up.

A pulse went across the void, originating from seemingly everywhere before the multi colored lights sped off in hidden lines in the ground. Like wires in a motherboard, the connections were an intricate matrix that spanned across the entire dimensions. Bright white traveled in clustered to some far off destination, for a purpose that was beyond me. The sudden light framed the world around me and revealed the labyrinth for the briefest of moments. It was seeming unnatural, illogical, and yet not without a twisted logic to it. Not unlike a M.C. Escher painting. Beyond, just within sight, was massive, long limbed yet seemingly faceless beasts that walked on four hoofed legs. They grazed with no reaction to the suddenly light show nor such an insignificant creature as myself, and they disappeared into the darkness once the pulse of light ended.

I was left alone with a serious case of existential crisis.

There was a serious need to get out of there. Forget just getting to Omni, I thought sticking in here for any longer than needed was going to seriously affect my health. There had to be a pattern. Omni didn’t exactly come off as someone who planned, or took things seriously. If his goal was entertainment, then this dimension must keep to that. Either it was not built for people, and this was meant for a purely practical use, or it was meant to be solved to get to him. Either way, there was a way there.

Or he just liked light shows and I was fucked. But hey, I’m an optimist

“Maybe I should have tried finding ruby slipper first” I joked as I walked down a long walkway. The light from the gate started to fade and disappeared, leaving the only light the dull glow of the lines that had flashed so brilliantly earlier. I kept on the straight and narrow as far as it would take me, and I was dumped into a platform with two more path that branched out from it.

Neither looked like a good choice. I turned around to see how far I had moved, perhaps I missed something on the way.

And I somehow slammed my face in a wall that was not there a second ago.

Curses and yells flew into the twilight. I slammed the bottom of my boot into the offending wall, and when that inevitably failed to do anything I waved my fists into the air and raved to the sky.

“Oh, so it’s a MOVING MAZE? Fine! That’s how we’re gonna play it, you fucking cocksuckers!?” This went on for a while before i turned back to my two choices. I was fuming, but as long as there was some progress then I would get over it.

Except both paths seem to disappear as they suddenly stopped like diving boards over what counted as the ground in this place. I was stuck, and the only apparent escape was jumping into the wild blue yonder and trying my luck again after I respawned at the Nexus.

It should change again, I immediately corrected myself. If it happened once, so it should again. That was the hope, but I knew I had to consider what my other option was. I still had my jet pack, I could attempt to make it to some other nearby platform. Hell, I haven’t checked if I could summon still, for all knew a ladder could get me over the wall behind me. But with time to think I considered what happened if luck ran out on me and I was really stuck.

My eyes ran across the leylines. Two of them were laid parallel to each other, going down one path, around the edge of the platform and then down other other path. If this was one giant circuit board, the lines would continue on the flip side. I got on my belly and looked underneath to see this was the case. When I reached out, I wanted to see if I could feel a punch through the material if there was some sort of divide.

What I felt was gravity pull my arm down. Either these platforms had their own pull, or all the rules I knew were big jokes.

I was a child running around in an eldritch playhouse. I didn’t know the rules, and the world around me twisted and bend in impossible ways.

But I could figure it out. I had a chance, and that’s all I needed. A lot has trained me for this, and a maze would be a fitting, if annoying, end to return home to.]]>
What I found was nothing.

Not necessarily an absence of anything. But a complete vastness of emptiness stretched out before me. No wind to blow across the seemingly infinite blackness ahead of me. No sound but the echo of my two steps into the void. For a brief moment I had wondered I had died and this was where bad primes went when Omni no longer found them entertaining. I stared out there, stunned and in awe.

I was like this until I finally remembered to breath.

I recovered from the daze and moved slowly forward, tracing my eyes across almost the featureless universe. It was not completely empty, despite what first impressions offered. Basic shapes blended into the horizon, stairs that seem to go into nowhere and catwalks into the abyss.

I let out a frustrated groan that slowly turned into a rage filled scream as a lot of pent up emotion and sudden realization came in at once. A maze. Another fucking maze. How much of my life was going to be stuck in mazes and labyrinths? At least this one wasn’t trying to actively kill me, but that shouldn’t be the bar of entry!

What was I even looking for? Another gate? I squinted out to the horizon and I wasn’t getting anything outside of the light behind me. Likely obscured. Maybe in a room. Could be fucking under me for all I could tell. I decided that grumbling was not going to change anything and stumbled across the platform with my shotgun as an impromptu cane.

Last thing I needed was to end this whole quest with an anti-climatic stumble off the edge of a platform and crack my skull open...

Then everything lit up.

A pulse went across the void, originating from seemingly everywhere before the multi colored lights sped off in hidden lines in the ground. Like wires in a motherboard, the connections were an intricate matrix that spanned across the entire dimensions. Bright white traveled in clustered to some far off destination, for a purpose that was beyond me. The sudden light framed the world around me and revealed the labyrinth for the briefest of moments. It was seeming unnatural, illogical, and yet not without a twisted logic to it. Not unlike a M.C. Escher painting. Beyond, just within sight, was massive, long limbed yet seemingly faceless beasts that walked on four hoofed legs. They grazed with no reaction to the suddenly light show nor such an insignificant creature as myself, and they disappeared into the darkness once the pulse of light ended.

I was left alone with a serious case of existential crisis.

There was a serious need to get out of there. Forget just getting to Omni, I thought sticking in here for any longer than needed was going to seriously affect my health. There had to be a pattern. Omni didn’t exactly come off as someone who planned, or took things seriously. If his goal was entertainment, then this dimension must keep to that. Either it was not built for people, and this was meant for a purely practical use, or it was meant to be solved to get to him. Either way, there was a way there.

Or he just liked light shows and I was fucked. But hey, I’m an optimist

“Maybe I should have tried finding ruby slipper first” I joked as I walked down a long walkway. The light from the gate started to fade and disappeared, leaving the only light the dull glow of the lines that had flashed so brilliantly earlier. I kept on the straight and narrow as far as it would take me, and I was dumped into a platform with two more path that branched out from it.

Neither looked like a good choice. I turned around to see how far I had moved, perhaps I missed something on the way.

And I somehow slammed my face in a wall that was not there a second ago.

Curses and yells flew into the twilight. I slammed the bottom of my boot into the offending wall, and when that inevitably failed to do anything I waved my fists into the air and raved to the sky.

“Oh, so it’s a MOVING MAZE? Fine! That’s how we’re gonna play it, you fucking cocksuckers!?” This went on for a while before i turned back to my two choices. I was fuming, but as long as there was some progress then I would get over it.

Except both paths seem to disappear as they suddenly stopped like diving boards over what counted as the ground in this place. I was stuck, and the only apparent escape was jumping into the wild blue yonder and trying my luck again after I respawned at the Nexus.

It should change again, I immediately corrected myself. If it happened once, so it should again. That was the hope, but I knew I had to consider what my other option was. I still had my jet pack, I could attempt to make it to some other nearby platform. Hell, I haven’t checked if I could summon still, for all knew a ladder could get me over the wall behind me. But with time to think I considered what happened if luck ran out on me and I was really stuck.

My eyes ran across the leylines. Two of them were laid parallel to each other, going down one path, around the edge of the platform and then down other other path. If this was one giant circuit board, the lines would continue on the flip side. I got on my belly and looked underneath to see this was the case. When I reached out, I wanted to see if I could feel a punch through the material if there was some sort of divide.

What I felt was gravity pull my arm down. Either these platforms had their own pull, or all the rules I knew were big jokes.

I was a child running around in an eldritch playhouse. I didn’t know the rules, and the world around me twisted and bend in impossible ways.

But I could figure it out. I had a chance, and that’s all I needed. A lot has trained me for this, and a maze would be a fitting, if annoying, end to return home to.]]> <![CDATA[Unleashed!]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=4801 Mon, 01 Aug 2016 08:41:06 +0000 Trixie]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=4801
“Come in Commander November Terra. This is Captain Zulenka of the 72nd Special Forces.” Nothing but static crackled through the communicator to the damaged speaker in her right ear.

“Fucking dammit,” Trixie shouted as she ripped the damaged communicator from her wrist and threw it into the void.

The environment shifted violently around her. Trixie could barely tell she was standing on a solid surface. Anger boiled within the red-headed soldier as she dropped to her knees and slammed her fist into the hard surface she was standing on. Each subsequent punch cracked her white armored gauntlets further, sending splinters of the durasteel material showering to the ground. The faint echo of a voice stopped her short, but whatever it was saying caught the ear of the Trixie. Reaching into a pouch on her belt she removed a small solid orb of Omnilium weighing a hefty amount. She was quite surprised that something the size of a large marble could weight almost five pounds.

As if by instinct she palmed the orb and slammed it into the ground. A large cloud of white smoke exploded outward sending the mistress sprawling onto her butt. The rest of her tattered cloak was blown into the void and what remained was a square backpack looking attachment with a note on it. Trixie took the folded piece of paper and opened it, examining the demonic writing on it that, to her shock, she could understand.

A parting gift, Trixie. Thanks for the sex.

It was signed with a signature flourish by Sia. Upon closer examination Trixie noticed that it was an expansion bay for the lower back mounts on ARC Trooper armor. Swinging the device behind her and positioning it right above her butt she clicked it into place. She was surprised that the servos even worked enough to kick in and winch the pack into place, providing it power from the power core embedded in her torso armor across the shoulder blades. As the motors kicked on to lock the device in place Trixie knew just how damaged her armor was. The stench of ozone accompanied by showers of sparks filled the air as the mechanical parts grinded themselves into oblivion trying to work against the damage.

“Combat Exoskeleton Tallgeese Mark Two!” A computerized voice screeched out from the bottom of the back.

“Analyzing…”

“Current armor beyond repair and incapable of supporting exoskeleton. Possible functions available…Boosters.”

“Activate boosters!” Trixie shouted.

Within seconds a wicked pair of mechanical wings jutted out from her back in a liquid state. A brilliant flash of rainbow exploded outward and they hardened themselves into a functioning rocketry system.

“Available boost…thirty-five percent.”

Without thinking, as if the machine knew what the red-head was thinking the two boosters ignited and propelled the woman forward along one of the ley lines.

***

A blue beam of energy slashed through the barricaded garage door of Terra’s apartment on Tier 2 of Coruscant. Another few slashes followed by the hard kick of an armored boot. Nova, followed by Luna, came through the newly carved opening. Sheathing Falkner’s lightsaber the blond sniper tore at the tarp covering her speeder and grinned.

“You’re sure she’s back?” Luna said, doubting what November was telling her was actually true.

“Yes! The signal from her armor is extremely weak, but it’s there. I need to get out there and search for her!”

“Yes, but think about Morrigan! He’s issued an arrest warrant for you, Jaxx is missing, and your rank as Commander no longer holds merit. You were dishonorably stripped of rank for hacking Imperial Intelligence.” Luna pleaded.

“Which they can’t prove, Luna!” Nova shot back as she mounted the dust covered speeder, sliding open the control panel and pressing a few diagnostic buttons.

“Well you can’t exactly search for her if your repulsor engine won’t work.” The red-eyed android remarked with a slight grin.

“Coruscant Police!” A woman bellowed from the newly created opening to the garage.

From the hacked doorway came a blond woman decked completely in tactical assault gear labeled with CPD on it. Pointed at both women was a very powerful cycling energy pistol. Firing an auto-cycling bolt the weapon unleashed a teal colored energy shot that both consisted of ion and energy particles capable of doing lethal damage to both organic and droid targets.

“Aisha Knudal…” Luna said with a sigh.

“You know her?” Nova asked, an inquisitive look passing over her face as she got down from the bike.

“Unfortunately yes. She’s my sister. Graduated from the CPD Academy at the top of her class and proceeded to serve as a Stormtrooper under Dredd for several years before being demoted to Desk Sergeant.” The android said, ruffling her own hair.

“How did you know that stuff? Have you been spying on me?” Aisha sneered, zeroing in on Luna, who wasn’t even paying attention.

Nova had moved to the side and was upon Miss Knudal before she could react. With a first strike to her forearm the blond sniper knocked the pistol from Aisha’s hands. Stepping backward Terra swept her legs out from underneath her and sent the officer sprawling to her butt. All with one fluid motion Nova ignited the lightsaber and brought it down on the blond policewoman. Luna caught the blade in her hand forcing the blue saber energy to divert into her prosthetic limb changing the lines of pink energy on her skin to a bluish hue.

“Zero body count, Terra. The more damage we inflict the more the higher ups will have to use against us once they’re done vetting Morrigan out of an airlock.”

Nova grunted and sheathed the sabre, turning around to examine the datapad that had Trixie’s blinking located on it.

Hurry...]]>
“Come in Commander November Terra. This is Captain Zulenka of the 72nd Special Forces.” Nothing but static crackled through the communicator to the damaged speaker in her right ear.

“Fucking dammit,” Trixie shouted as she ripped the damaged communicator from her wrist and threw it into the void.

The environment shifted violently around her. Trixie could barely tell she was standing on a solid surface. Anger boiled within the red-headed soldier as she dropped to her knees and slammed her fist into the hard surface she was standing on. Each subsequent punch cracked her white armored gauntlets further, sending splinters of the durasteel material showering to the ground. The faint echo of a voice stopped her short, but whatever it was saying caught the ear of the Trixie. Reaching into a pouch on her belt she removed a small solid orb of Omnilium weighing a hefty amount. She was quite surprised that something the size of a large marble could weight almost five pounds.

As if by instinct she palmed the orb and slammed it into the ground. A large cloud of white smoke exploded outward sending the mistress sprawling onto her butt. The rest of her tattered cloak was blown into the void and what remained was a square backpack looking attachment with a note on it. Trixie took the folded piece of paper and opened it, examining the demonic writing on it that, to her shock, she could understand.

A parting gift, Trixie. Thanks for the sex.

It was signed with a signature flourish by Sia. Upon closer examination Trixie noticed that it was an expansion bay for the lower back mounts on ARC Trooper armor. Swinging the device behind her and positioning it right above her butt she clicked it into place. She was surprised that the servos even worked enough to kick in and winch the pack into place, providing it power from the power core embedded in her torso armor across the shoulder blades. As the motors kicked on to lock the device in place Trixie knew just how damaged her armor was. The stench of ozone accompanied by showers of sparks filled the air as the mechanical parts grinded themselves into oblivion trying to work against the damage.

“Combat Exoskeleton Tallgeese Mark Two!” A computerized voice screeched out from the bottom of the back.

“Analyzing…”

“Current armor beyond repair and incapable of supporting exoskeleton. Possible functions available…Boosters.”

“Activate boosters!” Trixie shouted.

Within seconds a wicked pair of mechanical wings jutted out from her back in a liquid state. A brilliant flash of rainbow exploded outward and they hardened themselves into a functioning rocketry system.

“Available boost…thirty-five percent.”

Without thinking, as if the machine knew what the red-head was thinking the two boosters ignited and propelled the woman forward along one of the ley lines.

***

A blue beam of energy slashed through the barricaded garage door of Terra’s apartment on Tier 2 of Coruscant. Another few slashes followed by the hard kick of an armored boot. Nova, followed by Luna, came through the newly carved opening. Sheathing Falkner’s lightsaber the blond sniper tore at the tarp covering her speeder and grinned.

“You’re sure she’s back?” Luna said, doubting what November was telling her was actually true.

“Yes! The signal from her armor is extremely weak, but it’s there. I need to get out there and search for her!”

“Yes, but think about Morrigan! He’s issued an arrest warrant for you, Jaxx is missing, and your rank as Commander no longer holds merit. You were dishonorably stripped of rank for hacking Imperial Intelligence.” Luna pleaded.

“Which they can’t prove, Luna!” Nova shot back as she mounted the dust covered speeder, sliding open the control panel and pressing a few diagnostic buttons.

“Well you can’t exactly search for her if your repulsor engine won’t work.” The red-eyed android remarked with a slight grin.

“Coruscant Police!” A woman bellowed from the newly created opening to the garage.

From the hacked doorway came a blond woman decked completely in tactical assault gear labeled with CPD on it. Pointed at both women was a very powerful cycling energy pistol. Firing an auto-cycling bolt the weapon unleashed a teal colored energy shot that both consisted of ion and energy particles capable of doing lethal damage to both organic and droid targets.

“Aisha Knudal…” Luna said with a sigh.

“You know her?” Nova asked, an inquisitive look passing over her face as she got down from the bike.

“Unfortunately yes. She’s my sister. Graduated from the CPD Academy at the top of her class and proceeded to serve as a Stormtrooper under Dredd for several years before being demoted to Desk Sergeant.” The android said, ruffling her own hair.

“How did you know that stuff? Have you been spying on me?” Aisha sneered, zeroing in on Luna, who wasn’t even paying attention.

Nova had moved to the side and was upon Miss Knudal before she could react. With a first strike to her forearm the blond sniper knocked the pistol from Aisha’s hands. Stepping backward Terra swept her legs out from underneath her and sent the officer sprawling to her butt. All with one fluid motion Nova ignited the lightsaber and brought it down on the blond policewoman. Luna caught the blade in her hand forcing the blue saber energy to divert into her prosthetic limb changing the lines of pink energy on her skin to a bluish hue.

“Zero body count, Terra. The more damage we inflict the more the higher ups will have to use against us once they’re done vetting Morrigan out of an airlock.”

Nova grunted and sheathed the sabre, turning around to examine the datapad that had Trixie’s blinking located on it.

Hurry...]]> <![CDATA[Of Light and Darkness]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=3857 Sat, 20 Feb 2016 06:04:54 +0000 Caira Ayryn]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=3857 In... Out. Loud in her ears, but almost as if time had slowed to a creeping halt.

There was no hourglass, no slowly sifting sand, nor rain to fall, or sun to rise. There was no way to measure time, or even space if she had attempted to walk forth, in this gate of darkness. Caira straightened her posture, it had crumpled to an invisible force. Almost fitting, that she would be weighed with the gravity she felt at the beginning of her journey in the Nexus.

Ah home... She had been ripped from it and tossed here, into this unimaginable world of light and darkness. That seemed to follow her everywhere. The light in someone's eyes when they smile, verses the depthless darkness when you cross them. Or the plain white of the Nexus, verses this dark and strange void.

Yes, from what Caira could see, standing on her little square in the warped twists and turns that the unknown held under latch and key in this mystery, there were only lines traversing the land that lay ahead of her. They were to be her light in this maze of muddled thought and fear. She simply hoped they would not lead her to death.

One misstep. That might be all it would take. To end her journey. She had gotten so close. Too close, to dare make a fool's mistake to take her back to the beginning.

The Nexus. A room of light flashed from below her eyelids, then the memory blurred into the darkness of betrayal. Merik's face as he had sealed her, completely immobilized, in the same coffin that the treasure map that they had came for was hiding... Waiting to be found.

His was the face of betrayal. Truth, honor, compassion, it had all been a lie. Caira had been scammed, taken advantage of, by both her kidnapper, Omni, and this strange prisoner she had met in the dunes. Still, there was something about it that didn't fit, as Caira remembered the single moment Merik spoke of a curse that had conquered every aspect of his life. Every meaningful aspect. He almost seemed as though he thought it would have been better for him to have been trapped in that cage below the sand, for the duration of his immortal life. Even after all of this, the fiery chill of betrayal, Caira thought it better a man be free and have the potential to be stopped, than to be trapped and never have the chance to change his ways. But... Maybe that was the monk speaking.

Caira wondered if she could summon in this striped world of black and grey, but decided if the results were catastrophic (and perhaps explosive) she would regret her decision. Instead, she extended her hand out, directly forward, and immediately felt a weight slam I her her empty palm. It felt like a thick slap, done by air, or a similarly invisible force that stomped her hand with immersive pressure.

The Mage gulped and pulled her hand gently away, with the slight fear that it might be ripped from her limb.

"Forward, that's a no." She determined, and then pondered if she could use sound to guide her through the darkness, but her ears weren't keen enough to allow for echolocation, so she sat down for a moment on the ground, almost meditating, before she tore off her shoes and tied the strings together.

It almost resembled a windmill, or a version of a boomerang. It would be more effective than extending her hand, and risk losing it, and well, losing her sword would be a liability too. She tossed her circling shoes to her left, and seeing how they didn't float from the ground, or run into an invisible wall, Caira determined that this was her way to go.

Her bare feet walked along the straight line, and every few yards she continued her procedure, and the gentle thump of shoes quickly filled the murky shadows with sound, and stirred awake the darkness.]]> In... Out. Loud in her ears, but almost as if time had slowed to a creeping halt.

There was no hourglass, no slowly sifting sand, nor rain to fall, or sun to rise. There was no way to measure time, or even space if she had attempted to walk forth, in this gate of darkness. Caira straightened her posture, it had crumpled to an invisible force. Almost fitting, that she would be weighed with the gravity she felt at the beginning of her journey in the Nexus.

Ah home... She had been ripped from it and tossed here, into this unimaginable world of light and darkness. That seemed to follow her everywhere. The light in someone's eyes when they smile, verses the depthless darkness when you cross them. Or the plain white of the Nexus, verses this dark and strange void.

Yes, from what Caira could see, standing on her little square in the warped twists and turns that the unknown held under latch and key in this mystery, there were only lines traversing the land that lay ahead of her. They were to be her light in this maze of muddled thought and fear. She simply hoped they would not lead her to death.

One misstep. That might be all it would take. To end her journey. She had gotten so close. Too close, to dare make a fool's mistake to take her back to the beginning.

The Nexus. A room of light flashed from below her eyelids, then the memory blurred into the darkness of betrayal. Merik's face as he had sealed her, completely immobilized, in the same coffin that the treasure map that they had came for was hiding... Waiting to be found.

His was the face of betrayal. Truth, honor, compassion, it had all been a lie. Caira had been scammed, taken advantage of, by both her kidnapper, Omni, and this strange prisoner she had met in the dunes. Still, there was something about it that didn't fit, as Caira remembered the single moment Merik spoke of a curse that had conquered every aspect of his life. Every meaningful aspect. He almost seemed as though he thought it would have been better for him to have been trapped in that cage below the sand, for the duration of his immortal life. Even after all of this, the fiery chill of betrayal, Caira thought it better a man be free and have the potential to be stopped, than to be trapped and never have the chance to change his ways. But... Maybe that was the monk speaking.

Caira wondered if she could summon in this striped world of black and grey, but decided if the results were catastrophic (and perhaps explosive) she would regret her decision. Instead, she extended her hand out, directly forward, and immediately felt a weight slam I her her empty palm. It felt like a thick slap, done by air, or a similarly invisible force that stomped her hand with immersive pressure.

The Mage gulped and pulled her hand gently away, with the slight fear that it might be ripped from her limb.

"Forward, that's a no." She determined, and then pondered if she could use sound to guide her through the darkness, but her ears weren't keen enough to allow for echolocation, so she sat down for a moment on the ground, almost meditating, before she tore off her shoes and tied the strings together.

It almost resembled a windmill, or a version of a boomerang. It would be more effective than extending her hand, and risk losing it, and well, losing her sword would be a liability too. She tossed her circling shoes to her left, and seeing how they didn't float from the ground, or run into an invisible wall, Caira determined that this was her way to go.

Her bare feet walked along the straight line, and every few yards she continued her procedure, and the gentle thump of shoes quickly filled the murky shadows with sound, and stirred awake the darkness.]]> <![CDATA[Secondary Saga- Phase 7 "Kicking Ass and Taking Names"]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=2573 Tue, 22 Sep 2015 04:21:40 +0000 Storyteller]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=2573
Aside from the portal behind them, the scene of the thick jungle foliage they had left behind still framed within it, there was nothing but sleek darkness stretching out as far as the eye could see. Cold, inhuman darkness, thirsting to conquer any light that penetrated the lair of shadows. Those who traversed it were immediately reminded of the white expanses of the Nexus — but even the center of the Omniverse, with its vast stretches of nothing, contained landmarks which helped travelers navigate their way to their destination. The pocket of space in which the motley crew found itself in, however, was empty....Or at least appeared so at first glance. The only thing that provided any indication as to where they they had to go were the glowing white lines on the ground — not that they could really distinguish between the land and sky in such pitch blackness — which stretched into various directions, though even they only lasted a few feet before they disappeared into the shadows.

Now of clear mind and unyielding spirit, Christa spearheaded the group's advance into the literal void. But for all her focus and confidence, the leader was no less flummoxed by the situation that they now faced. Her companions were mostly wrapped in silence — some were still awe-struck by the scene before them while others thought about their encounter with the ghastly 'Katia' mere minutes ago. Yet, all of them had the same question lingering in their mind, one that the apparition chose not to address....one that it left Christa to answer. The blonde rebel was aware of this — she could see the curiosity shining, if not outright burning, in their eyes. Whether knowingly or not, she found herself averting their gazes, attempting to focus on the task at hand.

Without turning around, the female soldier spoke up: "Top Man, do you have a reading of this area's layout?"

The robot master had been way ahead of her, checking his data as soon as they passed through the entryway. But it didn't take long for the android to shake his head in response: "...No can do. Every time it finishes buffering and the map appears, it restarts anew and shows a completely different map." Much to the Dataverse celebrity's chagrin, the situation was even worse than in the swamp. Not only was the navigational program completely dysfunctional, even his stream and comment feed were only working with significant connection delays. The responses from his viewers were predictable, but he didn't even have the 'luxury' of reading most of their bile and vitriol they were throwing at him. The massive influx of comments only appeared in random and sudden bursts due to the lag, leaving him little time to read any of it even if he were inclined to do so. "Either the app is busted....."

"....Or the actual physical area keeps changing," Richtoffen added, a conclusion that would have seemed ridiculous in the past. The doctor grimaced, expressing his vexation by letting his native language slip: "Verdammt! Was sollen wir denn jetzt machen, wie ein kopfloses Hühner herumlaufen?!"

"Now, now, let's not lose our heads here," Abner interjected, trying to keep the situation under control. Rummaging through his pocket, he brought out his new lighter and opened it with an audible click. After a few flickers, he finally managed to light the fuse. Yet, contrary to what he had anticipated, the fire he started didn't illuminate the area around them — in fact, it didn't seem to project any sort of light, almost as if the small flame existed in a vacuum. The Captain scrunched his forehead in bemusement: "...Well, that's something." This prompted Top Man to try out his lights, but they did nothing to penetrate the darkness ahead of them either.

"A leap of faith, huh?" Isaac commented, his blue eyes focused on the point where the lines on the surface, or at least what they thought was the surface, gradually paled into nothingness. The veteran wasn't the least bit intimidated by the notion of traversing the area blindly — he had absolutely nothing to lose. Captain Crow, meanwhile, shook his head. As an experienced sailor, he knew that sailing into unknown waters without the help of any instruments was foolhardy. But they had little choice and the pirate certainly wasn't planning on turning around and crossing the wetland that had ravenously consumed some of their comrades again.

The rest of them remained silent, too caught up in their own swirling thoughts. Prodded by her heartache again, Klaud barely paid any attention to the conversation that was going on. The heartbroken general was flanked on both sides by Lyra and Raw Onion, both of which were trying to support and comfort her as best as they could. Clayton and Grobdum continued to throw suspicious and hostile glances at one another, their hands firmly on their weapons. Subtle cues such as an eyebrow raise, a hardened glance over, or a crisply drawn scowl upon their lips, kept both warriors on their toes. Meanwhile, Pinocchio was caught up between feeling relieved that he survived the swamp and feeling slightly intimidated by the blackness ahead.

Seeing as how they weren't going to get anywhere by just standing there, Christa addressed her comrades: "Whatever the case, it's too late to turn back now. We'll just have to risk it. Let's go. And above all else, let’s stick together." With those words, she picked one of the glowing diagonal -but now perpendicular- lines to follow and proceeded in that direction. Some of the others exchanged nervous glances, but followed suit nonetheless. If nothing else, their leader was correct in that they had long passed the point of no return. Besides, this was it... They were on Omni's very real doorstep. Somewhere in the void, beyond what their eyes could perceive, and beyond what their thoughts could fathom, lay their final destination.

***

It didn't take long for the motley crew to get lost but that wasn't the only problem they faced. The group quickly came to discover that its monochrome appearance wasn't the sole unique feature of that place. At seemingly random spots, spacetime did not function the way they were accustomed to. Klaud stepped into a sudden gap that none of them could have seen, her fall only prevented by the quick intervention from others. Grobdum 'fell' upwards onto the 'ceiling' — the shaman quickly picked himself up and began jumping and shouting out of bewilderment, unable to understand why everyone was suddenly upside down. And Top Man had to politely request that people not moonwalk into him on more than one occasion.

Though it didn't intentionally wear down their spirit like the Swamp of Sorrows, the Void's seemingly chaotic and random nature and the inability to distinguish their environment still managed to unnerve them. Clayton in particular was at the absolute end of his patience, quietly walking onward as he resisted the urge to gnash his own teeth out of frustration. After months of fruitless searching, that bloody swamp and now this, he had simply had enough. He was tired of that place, tired of the journey, tired and utterly enervated by the fools and nitwits he had to keep enduring. Not only did it wear his patience, but it also wore at his conscience. It was taking him all his willpower not to put a bullet in a nearby person's head, especially since that 'orc man thing' kept staring at him, observing his every move. As itchy as his trigger finger was, he needed them... At least for a little while longer.

...

Having completely lost any sense of time, the secondaries remained ticking along for what seemed like hours. Fortunately for them, the lines they followed didn't disappear after a few feet like they had originally thought and those glowing stripes continued to help guide them through the darkness. After some time, the group eventually stumbled upon an area of the space that wasn't as empty.

Stretching before them was a large field of various physical objects — stone statues, bronze tools, grandfather clocks, steel cabinets, energy reactors, enchanted lights and much more, all swishing and swirling in the air. Their size, their function, their construction, all of it was entirely arbitrary and their presence had no rhyme or reason to it. It was as though some entity had traveled across countless worlds, took possession of whatever it could find and used the pocket of space as its own private stash. The way the items were placed was even more random than their nature — some stood or lied normally while others were attached to invisible walls or even floated in mid-air. A picture frame -nailed into nothingness- lingered a little too close to Christa’s nose. With some inspection, she would notice the face of a little girl with a shining smile facing right at her. Suspiciously, the leader’s eyes narrowed, as though she were tipped off by an entity more powerful than fate, and a stirring doubt swilled within her, stronger than she could control.

But as bizarre and outlandish as the environment was, there was something else that ended up quickly drawing their attention. Hovering in place in the midst of the chaotic mess was a large, luminescent creature, a being of pure white luminescence. Bird-like in shape, its small body was dwarfed by its massive wingspan, which possessed an unusual tree branch appearance. Though it had what appeared to be a claw-shaped mouth, whether it possessed any other details was impossible to discern — its radiance was too intense.

Awestricken by the mere sight of it, the group hesitantly waded through the field and came closer to the unknown entity. But the unnatural being didn't address them or react in any way — it didn't even acknowledge their existence. It merely continued to levitate in complete stillness, fluttering in its holy grace, and continuing to shine in all its glory.

Finding themselves in an unusual conundrum, the group exchanged hushed whispers, discussing how to proceed. Some thought that they should attempt to address it while others thought it wise to just avoid it. But whatever ideas they had, they never got the chance to reach a consensus, for a member of the group decided to act on his own initiative.

As he ignored the chatter of his companions, Clayton took a step or two closer to the creature. Grinning widely, he thought to himself how this horrid journey might have been worth it after all. If he could claim possession of such a magnificent specimen, the rewards he would reap would be great indeed. There was only a moment or two during which he hesitated to raise his firearm, wondering if he was being a bit too careless about this, wondering if he should continue to feign care and caution. But after such a wretched trek, he was fed up with all of it, both his insufferable 'comrades' and the act he was putting up. Clayton was without compromise. He didn't care anymore....NO ONE was going to get in the way of his prize. The group scrambled around, softly bickering, others pointing, and Top Man continued to try and film it all, only to find the feed of his camera had stopped working.

As the hunter aimed his rifle, Christa caught sight of his reckless actions. Alarmed by his intentions, she shouted: "Wait....Clayton, STOP!" But even if Clayton had cared even the slightest bit about her commands at that moment, it was already too late. A single shot rang out in the darkness, startling the rest of the group. A swished lunge motion and her fair fell as the reality dawned on her. It had been too late.

The bullet hit its mark.... And bounced harmlessly off of a force-field barrier, bright orange hexagonal ripples spreading out from the point where the projectile hit. As the hunter stared in disbelief at his apparent failure, Christa delivered a steamrolling punch into Clayton’s jaw. He was still stupefied by his failure and his body could only swing with reaction to her hardened fist. In the time Christa had taken to sucker punch her favorite hunter, the massive creature slowly shifted, turning around its own axis to face them. Power emanated from its gait, and its powerful stance would send a shrill coil of fear into Christa, as she shook out the pang of pain from her fist. The group, terrified by the prospect of having to face this mysterious -albeit almighty- being, drew out their own weapons, prepared to defend themselves, and ready to put up one hell of a fight.

In a moment, Christa suddenly realized that she now stared at one of Omni’s rumored angels.

Without warning, the secondaries were showered by a beam of yellow light, utterly overwhelming their senses. Screams of terror and agony flooded the void as the group collectively felt something, or someone, penetrating and tearing through their minds, devouring all their knowledge and memories — even those lying within the deepest, darkest depths. As they continued to resist in vain, their bodies contorted in unnatural ways, gruesome crackling accompanying the twisting and turning of their bones. The non-organic Pinocchio and Top Man were no less affected — as their minds went blank, their appendages began to rapidly rotate, almost as if someone was trying to unscrew all of their individual parts. As the star robot tried to screen and analyze the impossible, a disorderly mass of data and images rapidly flooded his imagery receptors as this mental assault transpired.

A few flickers of light, and the vibrance expired. Like a flashbang, everyone was left in a daze. Ears rang, minds jolted, and memories disturbed.

Christa came to and had found herself splat against the ‘floor’ of the Void. The secondary took a breath, as she tried to recover from it all. And looked up only to seem the madness incur on her companions.

And the creature still remained.

[spoiler]
Quote: Hey my favorite secondaries! Time to give you the run down for OOC clarification!!!!


Affected parties: Raw Onion
Abner
Grobdum
Isaac
Lyra
Pinocchio

YOU’RE ALL THE CHOSEN ONES!

Well, that, and you’ve been mind controlled by an angel. Guess you pissed off the wrong deity! But some of the consequences your character will endure are: insanity, hostility, hallucinations, illusions. The works of any brain / memory alterations you see fit.

What’ll happen you say?

Each of the affected party members is individually fighting against a battle in their minds. So, there isn’t a ‘team up’ going on. However, the effected members WILL be trying to harm the rest of the group. You may have moments of clarity and resistance in your struggle.

NOT CHOSEN! That’s us - the rest -
Our job is to defend ourselves, or find some way to stop the others without killing them, though Clayton will probably go one shot - one kill, mode. Try your best to convince your friends, or, if you can, save them.

You may attempt to attack the angel, but any such attempt will be deflected by its force field. The angel itself will not attack anyone, it will remain still and continue to mentally manipulate the mind controlled members of the group.

THE BEST PART: (YES I WAS SAVING THE BEST FOR LAST) - A FREE BONUS

You can use the miscellaneous objects of the Void as fodder/improv stuff. I know I will be. Most interesting object gets a cool item, which can fodder, or I may just add it to your overall score as a bonus!

SUPER IMPORTANT READIN'

CAUTION: Your character MAY die this round, so give it your best shot! The deadline is Thursday midnight PDT.

As always, have fun everyone! Write the best you can, make your friends smile, and most of all, KICK ASS.

Thank you everyone!

GIL ;D
[/spoiler]]]>
Aside from the portal behind them, the scene of the thick jungle foliage they had left behind still framed within it, there was nothing but sleek darkness stretching out as far as the eye could see. Cold, inhuman darkness, thirsting to conquer any light that penetrated the lair of shadows. Those who traversed it were immediately reminded of the white expanses of the Nexus — but even the center of the Omniverse, with its vast stretches of nothing, contained landmarks which helped travelers navigate their way to their destination. The pocket of space in which the motley crew found itself in, however, was empty....Or at least appeared so at first glance. The only thing that provided any indication as to where they they had to go were the glowing white lines on the ground — not that they could really distinguish between the land and sky in such pitch blackness — which stretched into various directions, though even they only lasted a few feet before they disappeared into the shadows.

Now of clear mind and unyielding spirit, Christa spearheaded the group's advance into the literal void. But for all her focus and confidence, the leader was no less flummoxed by the situation that they now faced. Her companions were mostly wrapped in silence — some were still awe-struck by the scene before them while others thought about their encounter with the ghastly 'Katia' mere minutes ago. Yet, all of them had the same question lingering in their mind, one that the apparition chose not to address....one that it left Christa to answer. The blonde rebel was aware of this — she could see the curiosity shining, if not outright burning, in their eyes. Whether knowingly or not, she found herself averting their gazes, attempting to focus on the task at hand.

Without turning around, the female soldier spoke up: "Top Man, do you have a reading of this area's layout?"

The robot master had been way ahead of her, checking his data as soon as they passed through the entryway. But it didn't take long for the android to shake his head in response: "...No can do. Every time it finishes buffering and the map appears, it restarts anew and shows a completely different map." Much to the Dataverse celebrity's chagrin, the situation was even worse than in the swamp. Not only was the navigational program completely dysfunctional, even his stream and comment feed were only working with significant connection delays. The responses from his viewers were predictable, but he didn't even have the 'luxury' of reading most of their bile and vitriol they were throwing at him. The massive influx of comments only appeared in random and sudden bursts due to the lag, leaving him little time to read any of it even if he were inclined to do so. "Either the app is busted....."

"....Or the actual physical area keeps changing," Richtoffen added, a conclusion that would have seemed ridiculous in the past. The doctor grimaced, expressing his vexation by letting his native language slip: "Verdammt! Was sollen wir denn jetzt machen, wie ein kopfloses Hühner herumlaufen?!"

"Now, now, let's not lose our heads here," Abner interjected, trying to keep the situation under control. Rummaging through his pocket, he brought out his new lighter and opened it with an audible click. After a few flickers, he finally managed to light the fuse. Yet, contrary to what he had anticipated, the fire he started didn't illuminate the area around them — in fact, it didn't seem to project any sort of light, almost as if the small flame existed in a vacuum. The Captain scrunched his forehead in bemusement: "...Well, that's something." This prompted Top Man to try out his lights, but they did nothing to penetrate the darkness ahead of them either.

"A leap of faith, huh?" Isaac commented, his blue eyes focused on the point where the lines on the surface, or at least what they thought was the surface, gradually paled into nothingness. The veteran wasn't the least bit intimidated by the notion of traversing the area blindly — he had absolutely nothing to lose. Captain Crow, meanwhile, shook his head. As an experienced sailor, he knew that sailing into unknown waters without the help of any instruments was foolhardy. But they had little choice and the pirate certainly wasn't planning on turning around and crossing the wetland that had ravenously consumed some of their comrades again.

The rest of them remained silent, too caught up in their own swirling thoughts. Prodded by her heartache again, Klaud barely paid any attention to the conversation that was going on. The heartbroken general was flanked on both sides by Lyra and Raw Onion, both of which were trying to support and comfort her as best as they could. Clayton and Grobdum continued to throw suspicious and hostile glances at one another, their hands firmly on their weapons. Subtle cues such as an eyebrow raise, a hardened glance over, or a crisply drawn scowl upon their lips, kept both warriors on their toes. Meanwhile, Pinocchio was caught up between feeling relieved that he survived the swamp and feeling slightly intimidated by the blackness ahead.

Seeing as how they weren't going to get anywhere by just standing there, Christa addressed her comrades: "Whatever the case, it's too late to turn back now. We'll just have to risk it. Let's go. And above all else, let’s stick together." With those words, she picked one of the glowing diagonal -but now perpendicular- lines to follow and proceeded in that direction. Some of the others exchanged nervous glances, but followed suit nonetheless. If nothing else, their leader was correct in that they had long passed the point of no return. Besides, this was it... They were on Omni's very real doorstep. Somewhere in the void, beyond what their eyes could perceive, and beyond what their thoughts could fathom, lay their final destination.

***

It didn't take long for the motley crew to get lost but that wasn't the only problem they faced. The group quickly came to discover that its monochrome appearance wasn't the sole unique feature of that place. At seemingly random spots, spacetime did not function the way they were accustomed to. Klaud stepped into a sudden gap that none of them could have seen, her fall only prevented by the quick intervention from others. Grobdum 'fell' upwards onto the 'ceiling' — the shaman quickly picked himself up and began jumping and shouting out of bewilderment, unable to understand why everyone was suddenly upside down. And Top Man had to politely request that people not moonwalk into him on more than one occasion.

Though it didn't intentionally wear down their spirit like the Swamp of Sorrows, the Void's seemingly chaotic and random nature and the inability to distinguish their environment still managed to unnerve them. Clayton in particular was at the absolute end of his patience, quietly walking onward as he resisted the urge to gnash his own teeth out of frustration. After months of fruitless searching, that bloody swamp and now this, he had simply had enough. He was tired of that place, tired of the journey, tired and utterly enervated by the fools and nitwits he had to keep enduring. Not only did it wear his patience, but it also wore at his conscience. It was taking him all his willpower not to put a bullet in a nearby person's head, especially since that 'orc man thing' kept staring at him, observing his every move. As itchy as his trigger finger was, he needed them... At least for a little while longer.

...

Having completely lost any sense of time, the secondaries remained ticking along for what seemed like hours. Fortunately for them, the lines they followed didn't disappear after a few feet like they had originally thought and those glowing stripes continued to help guide them through the darkness. After some time, the group eventually stumbled upon an area of the space that wasn't as empty.

Stretching before them was a large field of various physical objects — stone statues, bronze tools, grandfather clocks, steel cabinets, energy reactors, enchanted lights and much more, all swishing and swirling in the air. Their size, their function, their construction, all of it was entirely arbitrary and their presence had no rhyme or reason to it. It was as though some entity had traveled across countless worlds, took possession of whatever it could find and used the pocket of space as its own private stash. The way the items were placed was even more random than their nature — some stood or lied normally while others were attached to invisible walls or even floated in mid-air. A picture frame -nailed into nothingness- lingered a little too close to Christa’s nose. With some inspection, she would notice the face of a little girl with a shining smile facing right at her. Suspiciously, the leader’s eyes narrowed, as though she were tipped off by an entity more powerful than fate, and a stirring doubt swilled within her, stronger than she could control.

But as bizarre and outlandish as the environment was, there was something else that ended up quickly drawing their attention. Hovering in place in the midst of the chaotic mess was a large, luminescent creature, a being of pure white luminescence. Bird-like in shape, its small body was dwarfed by its massive wingspan, which possessed an unusual tree branch appearance. Though it had what appeared to be a claw-shaped mouth, whether it possessed any other details was impossible to discern — its radiance was too intense.

Awestricken by the mere sight of it, the group hesitantly waded through the field and came closer to the unknown entity. But the unnatural being didn't address them or react in any way — it didn't even acknowledge their existence. It merely continued to levitate in complete stillness, fluttering in its holy grace, and continuing to shine in all its glory.

Finding themselves in an unusual conundrum, the group exchanged hushed whispers, discussing how to proceed. Some thought that they should attempt to address it while others thought it wise to just avoid it. But whatever ideas they had, they never got the chance to reach a consensus, for a member of the group decided to act on his own initiative.

As he ignored the chatter of his companions, Clayton took a step or two closer to the creature. Grinning widely, he thought to himself how this horrid journey might have been worth it after all. If he could claim possession of such a magnificent specimen, the rewards he would reap would be great indeed. There was only a moment or two during which he hesitated to raise his firearm, wondering if he was being a bit too careless about this, wondering if he should continue to feign care and caution. But after such a wretched trek, he was fed up with all of it, both his insufferable 'comrades' and the act he was putting up. Clayton was without compromise. He didn't care anymore....NO ONE was going to get in the way of his prize. The group scrambled around, softly bickering, others pointing, and Top Man continued to try and film it all, only to find the feed of his camera had stopped working.

As the hunter aimed his rifle, Christa caught sight of his reckless actions. Alarmed by his intentions, she shouted: "Wait....Clayton, STOP!" But even if Clayton had cared even the slightest bit about her commands at that moment, it was already too late. A single shot rang out in the darkness, startling the rest of the group. A swished lunge motion and her fair fell as the reality dawned on her. It had been too late.

The bullet hit its mark.... And bounced harmlessly off of a force-field barrier, bright orange hexagonal ripples spreading out from the point where the projectile hit. As the hunter stared in disbelief at his apparent failure, Christa delivered a steamrolling punch into Clayton’s jaw. He was still stupefied by his failure and his body could only swing with reaction to her hardened fist. In the time Christa had taken to sucker punch her favorite hunter, the massive creature slowly shifted, turning around its own axis to face them. Power emanated from its gait, and its powerful stance would send a shrill coil of fear into Christa, as she shook out the pang of pain from her fist. The group, terrified by the prospect of having to face this mysterious -albeit almighty- being, drew out their own weapons, prepared to defend themselves, and ready to put up one hell of a fight.

In a moment, Christa suddenly realized that she now stared at one of Omni’s rumored angels.

Without warning, the secondaries were showered by a beam of yellow light, utterly overwhelming their senses. Screams of terror and agony flooded the void as the group collectively felt something, or someone, penetrating and tearing through their minds, devouring all their knowledge and memories — even those lying within the deepest, darkest depths. As they continued to resist in vain, their bodies contorted in unnatural ways, gruesome crackling accompanying the twisting and turning of their bones. The non-organic Pinocchio and Top Man were no less affected — as their minds went blank, their appendages began to rapidly rotate, almost as if someone was trying to unscrew all of their individual parts. As the star robot tried to screen and analyze the impossible, a disorderly mass of data and images rapidly flooded his imagery receptors as this mental assault transpired.

A few flickers of light, and the vibrance expired. Like a flashbang, everyone was left in a daze. Ears rang, minds jolted, and memories disturbed.

Christa came to and had found herself splat against the ‘floor’ of the Void. The secondary took a breath, as she tried to recover from it all. And looked up only to seem the madness incur on her companions.

And the creature still remained.

[spoiler]
Quote: Hey my favorite secondaries! Time to give you the run down for OOC clarification!!!!


Affected parties: Raw Onion
Abner
Grobdum
Isaac
Lyra
Pinocchio

YOU’RE ALL THE CHOSEN ONES!

Well, that, and you’ve been mind controlled by an angel. Guess you pissed off the wrong deity! But some of the consequences your character will endure are: insanity, hostility, hallucinations, illusions. The works of any brain / memory alterations you see fit.

What’ll happen you say?

Each of the affected party members is individually fighting against a battle in their minds. So, there isn’t a ‘team up’ going on. However, the effected members WILL be trying to harm the rest of the group. You may have moments of clarity and resistance in your struggle.

NOT CHOSEN! That’s us - the rest -
Our job is to defend ourselves, or find some way to stop the others without killing them, though Clayton will probably go one shot - one kill, mode. Try your best to convince your friends, or, if you can, save them.

You may attempt to attack the angel, but any such attempt will be deflected by its force field. The angel itself will not attack anyone, it will remain still and continue to mentally manipulate the mind controlled members of the group.

THE BEST PART: (YES I WAS SAVING THE BEST FOR LAST) - A FREE BONUS

You can use the miscellaneous objects of the Void as fodder/improv stuff. I know I will be. Most interesting object gets a cool item, which can fodder, or I may just add it to your overall score as a bonus!

SUPER IMPORTANT READIN'

CAUTION: Your character MAY die this round, so give it your best shot! The deadline is Thursday midnight PDT.

As always, have fun everyone! Write the best you can, make your friends smile, and most of all, KICK ASS.

Thank you everyone!

GIL ;D
[/spoiler]]]> <![CDATA[Grey Dawn]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=1895 Tue, 30 Jun 2015 16:05:38 +0000 Shang Tsung]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=1895
When he gave up wondering when he’d stop falling, Shang suddenly stopped.

The sorcerer blinked a few times as the environment around him took shape. Gone were the metal and concrete walls of the lab. Gone were the flickering lights and the stench of stale water and bloated corpses. In their place, the sorcerer was surrounding by a plain landscape colored in blacks and grays. The only thing that broke up the drab terrain was the occasional white line that seemed almost painted onto the black surface.

“What is this?” He mumbled, listening as his voice echoed around him as a body dropped down next to him.

Atelos let out a grunt as he rose to a vertical position and did the same quick scan of their surroundings that Shang had done. “Where are we now, Sorcerer?”

The sorcerer shook his head. “I’m not sure, but I don’t think we’re in the Pale Moors or Silent Hill for that matter.”

“Is this where Omni lives? This doesn’t seem like a realm fit for some sort of god.”

“This is probably a transitional area,” Shang mused as he pointed down at one of the white lines. “Surely these lines have to lead somewhere.”

Atelos reached for a shield that wasn’t there, and the expression on his face was like a father coming home to find his own flesh and blood unaccounted for. Seeing the look, Shang tried to quickly divert the other man’s attention.

“Let’s get a move on.” The sorcerer said as he pattered his associate on the back and started to follow one of the white lines.]]>
When he gave up wondering when he’d stop falling, Shang suddenly stopped.

The sorcerer blinked a few times as the environment around him took shape. Gone were the metal and concrete walls of the lab. Gone were the flickering lights and the stench of stale water and bloated corpses. In their place, the sorcerer was surrounding by a plain landscape colored in blacks and grays. The only thing that broke up the drab terrain was the occasional white line that seemed almost painted onto the black surface.

“What is this?” He mumbled, listening as his voice echoed around him as a body dropped down next to him.

Atelos let out a grunt as he rose to a vertical position and did the same quick scan of their surroundings that Shang had done. “Where are we now, Sorcerer?”

The sorcerer shook his head. “I’m not sure, but I don’t think we’re in the Pale Moors or Silent Hill for that matter.”

“Is this where Omni lives? This doesn’t seem like a realm fit for some sort of god.”

“This is probably a transitional area,” Shang mused as he pointed down at one of the white lines. “Surely these lines have to lead somewhere.”

Atelos reached for a shield that wasn’t there, and the expression on his face was like a father coming home to find his own flesh and blood unaccounted for. Seeing the look, Shang tried to quickly divert the other man’s attention.

“Let’s get a move on.” The sorcerer said as he pattered his associate on the back and started to follow one of the white lines.]]> <![CDATA[Wanderers]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=245 Fri, 25 Oct 2013 19:48:08 +0000 Omni]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=245
The leylines. From time to time, he’d convince himself that he was beginning to make sense of them. Where they led. If you looked close, you could see little green pulses running along them. For a while he’d tried to figure out pattern. If more of the pulses led one way, that was the direction to go. That hadn’t worked. He’d tried the opposite. That hadn’t worked. Some of the leylines didn’t seem to pulse at all. Following them had produced no results, though. Of course, that was too simple. So he tried counting; if there were an even number of pulses heading in a single direction, that was the right way to go. e g g Or maybe, maybe it was more complex than that …

He knew he’d been wandering for days. Time was weird in the Omniverse, sure, but he’d been in it for over a year now, and in that time he’d gotten a more intuitive sense of how time was really passing. You couldn’t trust the sun, the stars. You couldn’t even trust how hungry or thirsty you were. It was just … a sense. You got the impression from travelling between verses that time flowed differently in some than in others. And even, in some areas within the verses, more time had passed for some folks, whereas for some little communities it’d only been months since Diablo had been locked away.

Terry hadn’t been around when all that had went down, but the way they talked about it bothered him. Real end-of-the-world shit. That was a bummer. He’d hated it at first, but he had to admit the old O-V had grown on him. O-V. He mentally chastised himself for making that acronym. Christ, how long have I been talking to myself? “Too long,” he muttered aloud.

That’s when a deep voice answered him: “Terry?”]]>
The leylines. From time to time, he’d convince himself that he was beginning to make sense of them. Where they led. If you looked close, you could see little green pulses running along them. For a while he’d tried to figure out pattern. If more of the pulses led one way, that was the direction to go. That hadn’t worked. He’d tried the opposite. That hadn’t worked. Some of the leylines didn’t seem to pulse at all. Following them had produced no results, though. Of course, that was too simple. So he tried counting; if there were an even number of pulses heading in a single direction, that was the right way to go. e g g Or maybe, maybe it was more complex than that …

He knew he’d been wandering for days. Time was weird in the Omniverse, sure, but he’d been in it for over a year now, and in that time he’d gotten a more intuitive sense of how time was really passing. You couldn’t trust the sun, the stars. You couldn’t even trust how hungry or thirsty you were. It was just … a sense. You got the impression from travelling between verses that time flowed differently in some than in others. And even, in some areas within the verses, more time had passed for some folks, whereas for some little communities it’d only been months since Diablo had been locked away.

Terry hadn’t been around when all that had went down, but the way they talked about it bothered him. Real end-of-the-world shit. That was a bummer. He’d hated it at first, but he had to admit the old O-V had grown on him. O-V. He mentally chastised himself for making that acronym. Christ, how long have I been talking to myself? “Too long,” he muttered aloud.

That’s when a deep voice answered him: “Terry?”]]> <![CDATA[The Void Information]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=22 Sat, 03 Aug 2013 02:24:36 +0000 Omni]]> https://omni.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=22
While this may all seem rather random, there ARE rules to the Void. They are just less apparent to new visitors. Like the Nexus, the Void is rather monochromatic, but in reverse. The land and sky are black or grey. White leylines run across the floors and walls. Following these leylines is the key to finding your way around the Void. With persistence, you can find your way to one of the many gates that connect to anywhere in the Omniverse. This means you can reach anywhere without crossing the Nexus, or an area you may wish to avoid. Notably, it is also the only known way to access the Oververse. Strange, sometimes terrifying creatures can occasionally be seen in the Void. But they never attack unless provoked. Even angels can be seen from time to time, but they do not answer questions, and they do not help visitors. Ever.

For every post you make in the Void, you may request a 1-6 dice roll from a staff member, and make a request to the place you want to reach. On a 1, you will find the correct place. On any other result, you will find a random other gate (also rolled for by the staff). Every post you make to roll must be at least 1000 words. Alternately if you write at least 3000 words (which includes any failed attempts), you will find the place you are looking for.]]>
While this may all seem rather random, there ARE rules to the Void. They are just less apparent to new visitors. Like the Nexus, the Void is rather monochromatic, but in reverse. The land and sky are black or grey. White leylines run across the floors and walls. Following these leylines is the key to finding your way around the Void. With persistence, you can find your way to one of the many gates that connect to anywhere in the Omniverse. This means you can reach anywhere without crossing the Nexus, or an area you may wish to avoid. Notably, it is also the only known way to access the Oververse. Strange, sometimes terrifying creatures can occasionally be seen in the Void. But they never attack unless provoked. Even angels can be seen from time to time, but they do not answer questions, and they do not help visitors. Ever.

For every post you make in the Void, you may request a 1-6 dice roll from a staff member, and make a request to the place you want to reach. On a 1, you will find the correct place. On any other result, you will find a random other gate (also rolled for by the staff). Every post you make to roll must be at least 1000 words. Alternately if you write at least 3000 words (which includes any failed attempts), you will find the place you are looking for.]]>