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Aug 1, 2013 17:58:22 GMT -5
Post by Kaibo on Aug 1, 2013 17:58:22 GMT -5
Robert stood dumbfounded, looking at Roger who's only way to deal with the situation was apparently to curse almost incoherently. Robert still found himself locked in the creatures grip as it awaited a response from Roger. "Could you... let me go?" The masked creature glanced at Robert and relinquished it's grip. It seemed to have eyes only for Roger and whatever it had to say was lost on Robert as he chose to use his new-found freedom to inspect this portion of the Temple. Unlike the one he'd come from it was remarkably bare. Even going so far as to be devoid of any architectural type, that he knew of at least. With an idle curiosity he began to examine a door. Not entirely dissimilar to the one he'd been about to enter when the creature appear. Though the grain of this door all moved in a single direction.
He touched the door and jerked his hand away. The door was WARM and there was a strange hum emanating through it. He stopped to listen but whatever the hum was it couldn't be heard. He reached out touch the door and felt the warm wood beneath his palm as the hum reverberated through his body. What's this about? He asked himself, and without so much as a thought to the potential dangers he pushed the door open...
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Aug 1, 2013 20:50:10 GMT -5
Post by Keeper of the Linked Verses on Aug 1, 2013 20:50:10 GMT -5
Ash glared up at Robert from the other side. "What did I say about touching things?" she barked, stepping through the door. It shut hurriedly behind her, seemingly on its own accord. "Trust me, you really don't want to know what is in there. I wish I didn't know, but I do, and so now I'm telling you, you don't wanna know! The room before though is actually kind of nice though, it has drinking fountains and a pool table," she added pleasantly.
"And you!" her tone became sharp again as she rushed toward Roger and deftly snatched the communicator from his grasp. "I followed a fairy," she said in a terrible impression of his voice, pressing down the talk button. Releasing it, she tossed it back to Roger. One does not simply refuse even the subtlest of fate's architectures.
"And I am NOT a fairy!" she added pointedly.
Whirling around, she found herself facing the perpetually grinning mask of the Keeper. She sighed and regarded the terrifying creature with tired disbelief, "Ted...what are you doing?"
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Aug 1, 2013 21:29:53 GMT -5
Post by Agent Stanson on Aug 1, 2013 21:29:53 GMT -5
Roger's vision seemed to shift and he blinked a few times before finally seeing the man Robert being dropped by a skeletal figure. "Ahh!" He made a little yelp before stopping himself. He had to go back to being a bit more professional then cursing every two words. He pulled on his tie and straitened up then brushed back his messy red hair and raised his hand. "Hi... I... don't actually um... have a keeper... whatever that is- unless of course you mean my wife in which case I'd like to kindly say thats none of your business. Nothing personal... sept that, you know... It is my personal life."
Roger's eyes slowly lingered to Robert as the man seemed to wander off like a lost child. "Anyways me and my friend shou-" Robert started pushing open the door when the glitter-ball popped out of it and started flying around ridiculing robert, flying up to Stanson and stealing his communicator to piss him off and throw it back at him- which he managed to catch -then turning around and calling the large, tall, skeletal freaky thing "Ted."
"Oh!... oh! You mean this glitter thing that shoots glitter out of her mouth every time she talks!" Roger grumbled just about having enough of her intolerableness. "Yeah sure you can have her." He reached into what any nerd would now call his 'suit of holding' and pulled out a sheet of thin material he stretched it out and opened it into a bag then flung it over Ash's head (mostly to just see if it would even work). Some of her sparkles seemed to seep through the bag along with... her wings though she seemed stay in the bag. "There! Gift wrapped! Now um- T-ed? You seemed to be a pretty interesting fellow who might be able to help us get out of here, see my friend over there lost someone and now where kind of looking for her before-" he lowered his voice slightly, "something happens and I would greatly appreciate it if you could point us to the exit where we can continue looking for her?"
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Aug 2, 2013 1:24:43 GMT -5
Post by Kaibo on Aug 2, 2013 1:24:43 GMT -5
Robert jumped back, his adrenaline spiking for the second time in so many minutes, but it was just the not-dragon. No horrific monster... well, maybe she was. So far she'd committed all the same crimes against his person that the actual monster had. Still, she was slightly more familiar.
So he didn't want to know what was behind this door? Well, perhaps another door would be safer. Though it'd have to be his last one. If it didn't work out at least, If a new monster appeared from behind the next door and he got yanked off to an even more confusing place than he was done with the whole business. Still, his curiosity had to be satisfied. Something about this place called to him... not as strongly as it had done in... the other place, but it was undeniably there. An undercurrent of the Temples perpetual mystery. There was an answer, the only answer Robert needed. What an odd thought. He didn't even know what the question was, and here was pushing doors open to find the answer! If he wasn't certifiably insane before he certainly must be now.
Ted looked between Roger and Ash, if he still had a face he would have been scowling... well, no not really. He'd long since forgotten how to scowl. "Exit?" It asked Roger. "You cannot leave. The Temple has need of him..." A portion of it's robe broke away to form an arm, long enough to point at Robert as he disappeared through the door on the opposite side of the hall.
Without another word Ted stepped pulled back an invisible curtain and stepped out of existence. His job was done. The Mortals had been returned to their keeper.
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Aug 3, 2013 15:13:36 GMT -5
Post by Keeper of the Linked Verses on Aug 3, 2013 15:13:36 GMT -5
Ash gave an exasperated sigh as Robert wandered off in yet another direction, apparently taking her warning to mean "every other day is okay, though."
"Now listen here, Ted, I'm just trying to see this case through and that man there," she gestured at Robert, still in his trance-like state, "is a witness to Class C temporal viol-" she was cut off as a plastic bag was thrown over her head.
"Why you-!" she flailed ineffectually, backing up in much the same way a cat does in a similar predicament. Eventually she backed into a wall and got her legs tangled in the bag. She yelped as she tripped over herself and collapsed hard to the marble floor.
She finally managed to get one hind leg free and used it to claw the bag off of her head. She shook her head, fluffing out her antennae, and shoot a glare toward Roger.
"You cannot leave. The Temple has need of him..."
Ash's eyes went wide and she snapped her head in the direction Ted had pointed just in time to see Robert vanish. "Greeaaaat..." she mumbled in a dull monotone. This was why she always told everyone stay away from this place; the temple had a mind of its own, and its ancient will and machinations dwelt beyond even the Keepers' jurisdiction. If it had decided to claim Robert as one of its eternal thralls, there was exactly nothing Ash could do about it but watch the ensuing slow-motion train wreck.
"So why him?" She turned to ask Ted, but the tall, cloaked figure had vanished as well. She quickly checked to see if Roger had spirited off as well and feigned relief when he was not. "What are you doing here again?" she asked incredulously.
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Aug 3, 2013 17:26:52 GMT -5
Post by Agent Stanson on Aug 3, 2013 17:26:52 GMT -5
Stanson actually let out a chuckle as the glitter-ball reacted to the bag like a terrified cat. Though he stopped when both Ted and Robert vanished. Roger saw the door that Robert wandered into and started to pull out what seemed to be an ordinary pistol from his gun hoister and took a step to follow Shields when the winged lizard threw a question at Stanson.
"What are you doing here again?"
Roger could have sworn several times that he already explained his reasons for being there. It was his job and he was sent to investigate what his bosses thought was alien activity. Though... when he finally took a second to think about it he started to have some doubts that he never should have gone this far. He thought the glitter-ball was a crazy... thing- that had no idea what she...it? was talking about- but now that they've entered the "temple" as she called it, it looked like she might not have been so crazy- no no that was wrong. She was in fact crazy, and that was the reason she knew what was going on. Hell maybe even Robert went off the cliff of sanity and that was why he was now... what, being called by this place?
What was Roger doing here with what now could be seen as a mad man who- even if he got out of this wouldn't believe it and might just think he killed his wife himself? And this lizard thing. "keeper" Ted called her. This misadventure seemed be entangled with so much magic and just... weird things he started to believe that maybe faith got him confused with Taffy somehow.
"Im here because I spend too much time with people like you." he noted almost with some disgruntlement, maybe a bit more then he really intended. "Come on, we need to get Shields and get out of here. Right, Miss Keeper?" Roger kept his straight face though jots of worry spread threw it. He turned and followed Robert into the door.
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Aug 3, 2013 22:47:49 GMT -5
Post by Kaibo on Aug 3, 2013 22:47:49 GMT -5
It was perhaps the strangest room Robert had encountered so far. Not that he'd encounter many mind you. Things kept popping out of doorways and hindering his progress. Still, It was easily the most perfectly circular room he had ever seen. With a great number of doorways set in a ring around the room. Robert spun in a slow circle observing the doors. All just wide enough for a human and several meters tall, though they fell short of the ceiling; which like the hallways seemed to stretch up forever.
Robert was only now beginning to wonder why the little not-dragon had insisted they avoid this place. Certainly it was a waste of time that could be better spent chasing after his daughter but she had gone so far as to warn them explicitly about this place. Certainly Mr.Ted-Skeleton-Face had been frightening but he hadn't eaten Robert. In fact he'd done him the great service of returning him to Roger.
Roger certainly had issues. Many of which the clinical part of Roberts mind was diagnosing even as he observed the room. Though he was the picture of mental health when compared to the Not-dragon. At least as far as Robert could tell. His degree was in human psychology and somehow he doubted the same rules applied to not-dragons.
But he was fairly certain she had a complex or two of her own. Something he'd have to work on. "No, better not" he mumbled to himself. She seemed cute and harmless in comparison to Ted but for all he could make of it they were in fact the same sort of being... well, at least in function. Regardless, she wouldn't take much pleasure in being shrunk... Robert snorted at the thought. "Shrunk" he muttered to himself.
Certainly to anyone watching; he seemed insane, and not up to judging anyones mental states but the truth of it is he couldn't be held accountable. He was caught up in the machinations of the Temple now. Finally clearing away his fuzzy thoughts long enough to make a decision Robert moved to the door directly across the one he'd entered and pushed. It refused to budge. Shrugging his shoulders and accepting that this was not the door he was looking for, Robert moved to the next door to the right.
Briefly he touched the door and the chill it sent up his spine told him he didn't want anything to do with this one either. In fact it'd be better for everything in the temple if it weren't opened. So he moved again, once more the Right. Like the Door through which the not-dragon had appeared this one hummed and felt warm beneath his hand. Certainly warmer than the other door had.
Which a gentle push the door swung open and Robert was astonished. He could describe the rooms make as noting other than divine. The room was expansive beyond all reason and the ceiling was a great dome, made entirely of stained glass. Though locked in it's permanent twilight with darker lines scattered across it. At first glance he would have called it the wind playing just as the sun fell below the horizon but the longer he looked the more it seemed like a great puzzle.
A puzzle he was close to solving... if he could just... but no, it was no use. Whatever secret lay hidden in the stained glass would remain hidden. Roberts mind was simply too small to hold enough of the pieces to begin assembling it. Not if he sat here and stared at it for a hundred years. Stowing that problem away his eyes drifted to the center of the room and he knew without a doubt what he was doing here.
There, sat a small marble shrine. Now that he'd entered the room he could feel the hum in the air. Much stronger than it had been when he touched the door. Without conscious thought Robert took one slow step after another towards the shrine. This was why he was here, this small work of art had called to him while he was in the Between Between? How do I know what that is? The tiny still rational part of his mind thought, but it was quickly silenced.
He stopped within arms reach of the Shrine and looked down on it. This was the answer he'd been seeking, though the question still remained unknown to him, but that wasn't important. What was important was finding the answer, and he'd found it! Still he couldn't deny a great deal of hesitancy as his sanity struggled against the Temples magic.
He wanted nothing more in the world than to touch the Shrine but a part of him fought it. The part of him that was still him. the divisions between himself and the magic attempting to bind him were becoming clearer now, less foggy. Even as he rose up and managed to force a step backward away from the Shrine. The Temple had, had enough and brought it's will to bear. Robert could feel the vastness of the mind that touched his. He could tell, he was an afterthought. Even with the relatively small amount of will the Temple exerted over him, he felt his mind was nearly shattered as he was cast back down. Control of his body snatched from him once more. Without any more hesitation Robert placed his hand on the Shrine...
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Aug 6, 2013 8:35:17 GMT -5
Post by Keeper of the Linked Verses on Aug 6, 2013 8:35:17 GMT -5
Ash nodded her head, pleasantly surprised by the sudden respect shown to her by Roger's use of a title she had once held proudly before the darker chapters of her life. No, not darker, just...ephemeral in their meaningfulness.
"It might not be that simple anymore," Ash said with a resigned sigh, "the Temple is a metaphysical manifestation of the the balancing forces of the Universe themselves--its agenda is concretely synonymous with the weaves of fate. Not only isn't there anything we can do for Robert, there isn't anything we are meant to do. This entire place is outside of my jurisdiction, or perhaps it's in between it. Little else to do now but watch the tapestry unfurl..."
She started off in the direction Robert had vanished, pausing part way down the hall to call back to Roger, "Just because we cannot interfere, doesn't mean we cannot spectate. Come on," she inclined her head in a friendly, inviting manner, "let's see what fate has in store for us today..."
There was an enervating, throbbing silence to the place, one that permeated every stone pillar and mingled among the reflections cast out across the marble floor. To the basest of senses, it was maddening in its emptiness, but to creatures like Ash, the silence sang to her.
It was a bittersweet tune; a somber voice that spoke of the wonder of creation and all its mysteries, a ballad of order stalwartly opposing the inevitable march of chaos as entropy steadily brings the Universe to its knees. The song grieved the loss of all things and relished in the joy of rebirth. It was a symphony infinitely beautiful in its silence.
Ash stopped just before the door Robert vanished through, stared up into the limitless reaches of the impossible building, and smiled, "I envy you two," she said with a quiet air of reverence, "You perceive things only as they are, and with a certainty that banishes all lingering mires of doubt..."
She glanced over her shoulder at Roger, "I'm not saying that you are ignorant, or even naive--if anything, you see things more truly than I ever could. However, so long as you're stuck here with people like me, know that you will never be purposeless. This temple has a place for each and every one of us in its twisted will. I only hope what befalls you is kinder than whatever has happened to that poor man..."
Her stare returned to the infinite reaches of the temple's walls. Why him? She questioned it wordlessly, What need do you have for one so innocent of our ways as your avatar?
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Aug 6, 2013 12:48:45 GMT -5
Post by Agent Stanson on Aug 6, 2013 12:48:45 GMT -5
He listened, Roger did, to the Keeper for once. She wasn't at all what he could sum up as any kind of authority figure. He had plenty before, George the wisecracker, Smith the asshole slave driver, Rita the boring and dull one that never took you out for dinner and never once did more then ask where your paperwork was that morning. But he never encountered This- um... Keeper, yeah I guess I can call her that. She was: insane, he didn't understand any parts of reasoning from her and she jumped into situations pulling her little followers into a rabbit hole without thinking that they might not be able to fly like see can to stop themselves from hitting the ground. Not only that but look at her! she was a gecko with dragonfly wings attached to her and somehow that was enough to keep her in the air.
Though... somehow now that he was listening to her she truly seemed to know what was going on. Roger Stanson pulled his gun away and back into the hoister realizing that what what she said meant there wasn't going to be much fighting back for them. He followed the Keeper down the hallway as she quietly floated. She seemed perfectly content in this place that felt so wrong to him. As he allowed his mind and eyes to wander again onto the... he supposed 'architect' of the place he and the Keeper stopped in front of a door that must have called Shields to it. The Keepers voice echoed though his ears and his thoughts as she spoke to him.
She told him that she envied them... that they could perceive things by some truth. She also told him- that as long as he was stuck with people like he he was never purposeless. That made Roger laugh at himself. She was trying to make him feel better somehow he was sure but ever since he became an Agent for the Intergalactic Outsiders Agency the idea of 'purpose' always seemed to be a fleeting idea for him. His friend was a demon, whose wife could shape shift into animals, Stansons own son was an alien adopted from his agency. To question his 'purpose' would be like a person asking someone why they where eating an apple, yet they had no idea what the apple was so they kept trying to name other fruits. "why are you eating a Orange?" "its actually an Apple" The person would say and continue to take another bite out of it, without even thinking to answer the real intent of the question witch was "why." For Roger to question himself was to get an answer of "you live in a world most people don't even know exist. You must keep it secret and pretend that the only life on your planet is you and nothing else." and of course the person would never answer the part of "why was he here," they would simply tell him what he was supposed to do. His job.
But enough dwelling on his own inner thoughts, Rogers mind soon came up for air after diving deep and started to linger on the part the Keeper had finished off with."-This temple has a place for each and every one of us in its twisted will. I only hope what befalls you is kinder than whatever has happened to that poor man..."
"What the hell is going to happen to him? Or me?" He raised his brows towards her. "and what about you?" Roger wasn't expecting any real answer but he was hopping for some kind of life-line if you will, words and context, sentences to keep his mind on the now not on the past or future that he no longer controlled. Did you ever? Shut up, his gaze stayed on the Keeper waiting for any kind of answer.
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Aug 8, 2013 10:21:45 GMT -5
Post by Kaibo on Aug 8, 2013 10:21:45 GMT -5
The world collapsed into fractals and then the fractals collapsed and once more became the world. Well, that was odd. Robert thought passively as a storm of energy swirled around him. His hand still on the Shrine. He could no longer feel the Temple clouding his thoughts. Whatever it had wanted from had been done. He was free. Well, sort of. No matter what he did his hand refused to leave the Shrine.
This was a growing concern as the chaotic energy was becoming more intense by the moment. Robert was sure it wouldn't kill him, though he couldn't say why, but this was perhaps less of a reassurance than it would have been a few hours ago. Death was hardly the worst thing that the temple could do to a person. How do I know that? the thought flitted briefly across Roberts mind and was quickly driven out as the swirling energy progressed from a storm into a tornado. The cyclone concealed everything a few feet beyond the Shrine from his vision and Robert gave one more half-hearted tug on his hand before resigning himself to his fate.
Instead he took a moment to observe this strange phenomenon. What little Science he had was stumped, though he was willing to bet his substantial income that had he been a theoretical physicist rather than a psychiatrist he'd be standing in the middle of a world changing discovery. As it was, Robert just wondered if the black... mist for lack of a better term was going to stop doing whatever it was doing before he died.
As if reading his mind the cyclone suddenly stilled, holding it's shape for a second and just hanging in the air before rapidly coalescing into a perfect sphere. Robert felt like he could see forever into it's heart while simultaneously being denied the secrets it held. Unable to follow the constant shifting and subtle shuffle of pattens. Then quite suddenly a woman, of extraordinary beauty an an aura of power stepped from the Sphere, her eyes glowing a pure blinding white and her voice echoing as if multiple people were all saying the same thing, slightly out of sync. "We are your Guardian. You have called, and we have come".
Before Robert could pose any questions to this strange little goddess standing before him the glow in her eyes vanished and her aura of power seemed to disappear. The slight disappointment at the overall shift in her stature was heavily outweighed by the joy of his hand suddenly being free. After taking a moment to be thankful he did not have to gnaw off his own hand to get away. He turned towards the woman... who now seemed more of a girl and stood their awkwardly... Not entirely sure how one was supposed to greet their Guardian. Robert eventually decided to go for broke and simply presented his hand for a handshake. "How do you do... I'm Robert Shield."
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Sept 3, 2013 14:41:11 GMT -5
Post by Keeper of the Linked Verses on Sept 3, 2013 14:41:11 GMT -5
"What's going to happen to me?" Ash said with a sidelong glance at Roger, "Aside from my job becoming slightly more complicated, absolutely nothing. I can leave whenever I want. Could take you with me, too."
Her head snapped back toward the door as an unseen force radiated suddenly from it. Part of her instinctively recognized that throbbing buzz of power that crashed jarred the edge of her senses like the deep boom of a sub-woofer. The initial shock of it was gone in a fraction of a second, but the residual energy remained just beyond the door, needling at her very being and making her antennae quiver with sudden anxiousness. Chaos had just been unleashed unto the 'Verse.
"...but he has been chosen for a larger role in this particular tapestry," she said at last, still staring at the door, "the greatest sages and soothsayers of history wouldn't be able to say what's going to happen to him."
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Sept 3, 2013 17:44:41 GMT -5
Post by Agent Stanson on Sept 3, 2013 17:44:41 GMT -5
Roger's eyes glazed over from the Keeper to the door which her eyes lingered on, the one he believed Robert entered in. Unlike the Keeper he had no otherworldly senses to know what kind of power was released or organic construct was being summoned to the room. He was the special case of "normal" the kind that even the supernatural stray away from, even the temple he now walked in knew his role was to simply be and to never be more then what is intended for any other person. To the unnatural he had a gift of his own to stay within the ideas of what the world believed to be "normal" and that he would stay. Roger didn't understand this role the universe gave him nor was he aware, though be played it well none the less.
He nodded to the door and asked speculating in his blissful ignorance, "So... are we allowed to go in and check or is it mandatory to wait outside?"
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Jun 7, 2014 0:22:41 GMT -5
Post by Kaibo on Jun 7, 2014 0:22:41 GMT -5
The woman did not deign to shake Roberts hand instead she studied him briefly before placing her hand over her chest and arranging her fingers into a rather complex shape. It was at that moment Roberts brain chose to notice how very silent the giant room had become. Previously a veritable cornucopia of sound and magic. Now still and quiet as death.
The monumental absence of sound seemed to stretch time thin. Creation felt brittle in the silences wake. Like any jarring event would shatter it completely. At the same time it seemed to be crushing him. Despite the fact his eyes and ears could tell him. He was standing here in perfect health, apart from the stranger across from him whom had apparently been spawned from nothing and nowhere by magic.
The word itself made Robert shiver. Magic... he thought perhaps he could feel it now. The temple had released it's hold on him but he could feel it now. Silence filled the room and for lack of anything better to call it magic filled the silence. He wasn't entirely sure why he hadn't already started to panic. Though it wasn't far off now. He could feel his heart rate rising.
and then... he looked into her eyes. At first glance he would have called them cold and gray. The eyes of this apparently magical being before him, but the longer he looked the more he started to think they were in fact a pale shade of green. Yes... that was it. Green, and they weren't cold. Just steady, calm. With that thought the world seemed to snap back into place. Everything settling down. The peril and the crushing weight that had felt so near to him a moment ago now vanished into the distance. Chased away by this womans steady green eyes.
Realizing he'd likely been standing there like a slack jawed fool for quite some time Robert decided she was issuing some sort of greeting with her hand gesture and did his best to imitate her though he found the way she held her hand to be impossibly awkward. Though she seemed satisfied with his attempt. A slight tilt of her head followed by words. "Hello Robert. I am your guardian."
Robert wasn't sure what to say to that and he doubted no matter how long he stood here and thought on the subject would he ever. So instead he went with something simple. "Do you have a name?" She seemed to ponder the question for a moment before speaking. "I have had many names in many languages, most of them now long dead and of them all there are very few you would be able to pronounce... in this time and place you may call me Liffey."
Robert wanted to hide his face in his hands. Things just seemed to be getting progressively weirder the farther into this he delved. It was times like this he wished to know the sweet simplicity of first meeting inter-dimensional keeper not-dragon. Those were simpler times. What had that been... like 3 hours ago? If he lived another 3 he'd be amazed.
"Alright" Robert agreed Cheerfully. If he just subtracted the majority of what she'd said from the conversation he'd say things were going rather smoothly. "Liffey it is then. Where are you from Liffey?" The woman looked at him long and hard before answering cryptically. "I am from many places none of which are relevant here and now."
This seemed to be her cue to actually take notice of her surroundings. With a heavy sigh she looked around the room. "That's right. I always forget about this place." Robert had no doubt in his mind she wasn't speaking to anyone but herself and chose to treat it as such.
"Did you come here alone then?" She asked. Robert thought it an odd question to ask. The kind of question a person only asks when they already know the answer. "Actually I--"
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Jul 3, 2014 21:12:34 GMT -5
Post by Keeper of the Linked Verses on Jul 3, 2014 21:12:34 GMT -5
“-may as well have,” Ash finished for him from the back of the cathedral-esque chamber, “because so far he has ignored just about every piece of advice and direction his companions have given him. Isn't that right, Roger?” she called back through the door. “You can come in now, by the way, in case that wasn't made clear by me coming in. The damage is done. On that note...” The small creature swayed drunkenly to the side over the course of those three words, only instead of toppling over as she crossed her center of gravity (assuming there was even such a thing in this place, or in her case, ever), her body blurred and faded away.
“...what's this damage's name?” she asked, suddenly blurring back in from on top of the altar-like structure just behind Robert and his new mental breakdown. Ash didn't fear the fate-ensorcelling effect of the shrine—they were rarely compatible with one another, after all, and even if they were, she felt anything else could only be an improvement.
The Keeper's antennae vibrated slightly as she looked the newly-summoned complication up and down. She didn't seem immediately familiar, but there was a telltale air of silent, immeasurable will that Ash was all too well acquainted with. The visible aura of power may have faded away, but Ash could still detect it just below the surface of her skin, vibrating the threads that clung to her from...
Ash's eyes flickered around the room in sudden realization. Whereas the hallways before had been bereft of any horizon anchors—the tiny periphery threads that tethers one's physical embodiment to the fabric of space and time—aside from those of Ash and her wards, this room was now filled with them. She knew the temple itself was absent these phenomenon because, as a metaphysical construct, it had no discernible attachment to any material plane, but then that would mean that this room was, at least faintly, tied to a definitive somewhere.
And the vibrantly thrumming threads flowing from this woman seemed tied to a definitive everywhere.
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Jul 10, 2014 1:05:13 GMT -5
Post by Agent Stanson on Jul 10, 2014 1:05:13 GMT -5
“You can come in now" Ah yes… thats exactly what he wanted to do, for a second he thought he was getting used to the insanity that festered his day today but after seeing the glitter ball just phase though the door he was suddenly reminded of his foolishness. Today is not a normal day, and you are definitely not in any control of it.
Yes! Lets go right in side. "Yeah, thats what Taffy would do, wouldn't you Taff?" He did his best to mimic a women's voice "Oh look Roger, its a cute little glitter ball, its like a gecko with dragonfly wings!" He spoke again with his normal voice, speaking to no one but the imaginary version of his wife's best friend. "And then you'd hug it and it would probably puke poisonous glitter at you, but you would be perfectly fine because your a strange mutant human who lacks any ability to get ill…"
A long pause before, "Yeah, ok, I'm coming." he said to the door. Not like he had any way out besides the stupid glitter ball, there was no exit signs anywhere in this god forsaken place.
He opened the door which revealed to him Robert, the Keeper perched atop a statue, and a young women.
kay…
She was a bit strang- eh… you know what. He didn't care if it was strange anymore, "strange" was normal, hell walking through the door like a normal person was probably the strangest thing for this lot.
"Hello ma'am." He nodded to the women quickly thinking that surly any other form of communication or too long of a sentence spoken to her would send him to another space and time filled with nothing but people who speak in Robert Downey Jr quotes.
Oh but guess what? Turns out you where actually supposed to flap your arms like a chicken and quote the Major Pain movie backwards. Sorry you fail. You get sent to the dimension of Justin Bieber and Twilight fans. Game Over. Pay the game another 50¢ to restart. He straightened his tie and smoothed back his hair as he thought. Not bothering his annoyance but not letting it get in the way of going along with this strange yet asinine adventure.
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