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Post by creeperpuncher on Feb 6, 2016 9:49:15 GMT -8
Kimura shrugs at Niki's comment. "well, maybe we could just say it's a cosplay for 'insert popular temporic fantasy game here'?"
He boggles vacantly at Nak's choice of costume, half-remembering something about a taboo against hats (maybe it's best not to remind the hat-obsessed nakkadile), before promptly snapping out of the boggling when Seth starts yelling.
"ok, ok, geez, we're just about ready to go! besides, did we ever even get confirmation that the anchor was dropped yet?"
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Post by SJmun on Feb 7, 2016 16:14:24 GMT -8
Niki sends a message on the message board with her smartphone and waits for an answer. A minute or two passes and nothing shows up.
With no outside answer, she tries to figure it out herself. From the timestamps on the posts where she asked for the coordinates, assuming she was sticking linearly, she would have left on December 28th. So following the watch's time thread to the next day, or however much longer it took her to get there via the virtuous victorian. Then from there, the local timeframe could be used with the timestamp of the viewpoint that the viewport blew up at to narrow it down. Mostly an educated guess, but it's at least better than nothing.
"Umm... We could probably figure it out. I have a vague idea of how the drop point could be tracked and Kat might be able to pin it down better. Right? ➜"
She really hopes Kat has an answer here. This is probably one of the most complexly sensitive jumps Niki's been on, and she doesn't want to screw it up.
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Post by SJmun on Feb 7, 2016 19:42:49 GMT -8
"Alright then. From my calculations, her pocketwatch would probably be somewhen around December 28th or 29th, 2015, going by our usual time measurements over here. The date over there by their time measurements I can't remember it very well, but it shouldn't be too important since we have that other date to latch onto which is relatively easier to work with. ➜"
Niki sighs.
"I really hope we get this right... ➜"
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Post by togetic on Apr 12, 2016 20:00:57 GMT -8
Somewhere, an anonymous tip is received. Time is travelled, the ramshackle guards are marshalled and armaments readied.
Somewhere else, outside the boundaries of space and time, a faulty weapon is exchanged, information is relayed and a choice is made.
A single battleship launches upwards, over the charcherry forest and off into the stars.
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Post by raz on Sept 8, 2016 8:39:56 GMT -8
Rainbow aurora cross the sky, creating an arc that links sky and earth as regardless of the time of day the sky turns a gently, constantly shifting gradient of brilliant colors. The sky, and space beyond.
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Post by frozenlake on Sept 9, 2016 15:15:52 GMT -8
Portions of the ground flash, as staticy humanoid figures pull themselves out of the ground. One of them makes their way over to a nearby sign, which starts flickering into static.
A can falls from the sky in the middle of the group. One of the figures turns to look at the can, before it suddenly explodes, washing over them in a flash of colors, causing them to vanish. A figure flying in the sky looks down upon the landscape, talking to someone over a computerized set of glasses.
"Yeah, 5 Points!"
"Don't celebrate yet. We might have the upper hand right now with the Alchemiters going back online, but we have some more glitch clones showing up on PYX-3, and if we miss just /one/..."
"Right, transitioning."
There is the flash of a black portal appearing in front of the figures flight path, before they vanish through it, portal vanishing behind them.
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Post by SJmun on Sept 10, 2016 6:31:28 GMT -8
In the basement of Gene's Garden, an eerie mist wafts through.
Soon enough, the lighting begins to change to a cold hue, as figures begin to appear. An entire second bar takes shape, with more patrons apparent than the one above. There is one clear distinction they all have however:
They are all dead.
A door leading to Necropolis appears, opposite of the stairs leading to the abandoned bar above.
The bartender is a skeleton, wearing a dapper bartender's outfit. It seems the skeleton war was not their place.
The drink selection is nearly endless, only limited by the imagination. However, a member of the living may wish to take caution in drinking here, as the beverages could very well all be fatal.
From outside, the echoes of long forgotten music and merriment can be heard.
Who's work is this?
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Post by SJmun on Sept 14, 2016 14:15:38 GMT -8
Across the Neon trail, various refugee elf settlements sparsely dot the makeshift road. Clay cottages and alpine treehouses keep them safe from the elements.
Some have found welcome amongst the seminative consorts, who live under the rule of their enigmatic hat-bearing leader.
Many of the elves however, has long since arrived at the promised land, only to be disappointed in its sleazy opulence.
They became split between those who missed the bustle of stringlight and sought opportunity, and those who wished to live closer to nature. Not too many miles away from the great city of Neon, the town of Florescent stands. It houses many of the elves who made it to the end of the Neon trail.
There was also another group however, that could not believe that they had reached the Neon city they were searching for, and simply continued their ongoing pilgrimage, away from the crime ridden city, and off towards an ideal city beyond that one.
Needless to say, they're still searching for that golden city to this very day.
One day however, the sky showed winds of change as it began shifting in color.
Many walk out of their homes to look up at the sky.
Something clearly feels wrong.
Confusion and anxious fear abounds through the towns and villages.
Is this normal?
Is this magic?
Will everything be okay?
As the elder elves bicker and argue, the younger ones only find wonder and awe as their wildest dreams begin appearing before their eyes...
On the golden neon trail, the leaders of the caravan can see brightly lit buildings of whimsical shape reaching out from behind the crest of the hill before them.
They rush towards this tantalizing mirage. Upon arriving on the clean and well-landscaped streets of the kisses commercial-tier industrial city, the pilgrims know in their hearts that they have arrived.
They have found the legendary noble utopia of Nyon city.
They have the magic of the multicolored sky to thank for it.
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Post by frozenlake on Sept 16, 2016 17:36:04 GMT -8
Deep in the forest...
"Get back to work! We have to complete this project before the hyper-spatial event closes!"
"But sir, /why/ are we building random dungeons in this universe?"
"Because the boss said to, and its supposedly above my pay grade. Production is far, far higher with the tools presently at our disposal, so we should be able to complete our goal of having at least three dungeons per star system!"
...It seems like this crew is hard at work. For some reason.
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Post by togetic on Oct 25, 2016 2:02:39 GMT -8
Sometime in the recent past....A tired looking Bearded Dragon wearing an odd clock-themed top hat and emblazoned with the royal emblem hastily dashes through town, pinning a very poor quality poster to every major building. Each one appears to be hand written, something very strange given their identical contents. Sometime in the near future....
A VERY tired looking Bearded Dragon wearing an odd clock-themed top hat and emblazoned with the royal emblem hastily dashes through town, pinning a very poor quality poster to every major building, on top of the ones already there and in replacement of those torn down. Each one appears to be hand written, something very strange given their identical contents and given that they're exactly the same as the other posters plastered around before.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Nov 18, 2016 8:00:48 GMT -8
Seth jumps out of the portal as it closes behind him.
He's free.
Sure, given enough time, he could have broken out with his own devices, but having a little help doesn't hurt.
A moment of calm under the prismatic sky... before his wrist-top starts pinging with memo activity again.
It's odd, he never expected Lycoris, of all people, to take an interest in his well-being.
Seth would never admit this, but it's as if she's the mother he never really had... in a weird way.
Trying to distance himself from the odd implications of that, he directs his focus to something more pressing:
He hasn't eaten for a while now.
Like, probably he could keep going in utter starvation as long as he needed thanks to god tier, but that doesn't sound like his idea of a good time.
For a moment, Seth thinks about going and using the replicator at Gene's Garden, but something about that place seems... colder than usual. He decides to instead grab a steakfruit and grill it back at the tree house.
It's a good thing they grow all year round.
A short walk later, Seth arrives at his tree house. He hasn't stayed here in a while. Maybe once or twice while doing some travelling with Thoren?
Thankfully there is a space heater here.
Upon slapping the actually vegetarian protein slab into the frying pan, Seth gets an idea.
Maybe he can't melt metal with his fire magic, but surely it should be able to cook, right?
Seth takes a moment to conjure a flame from his hand and focuses it on the underside of the frying pan. Being a little more used to keeping it going actively from the exercise earlier, it isn't too hard for him to keep it going for a while.
Noticibly however, he seems to be getting a bit tired from using it so much.
Soon enough, the steakfruit is cooked enough for his liking. Rare.
He slides the "steak" onto a plate and sets it down at the small dining table. After grabbing a fork and knife, he sits down and starts eating.
Man it's been a while since he's had a good steak, even if it is from a tree.
Seth takes a while on it, to savor the juices.
After finishing his steak, he washes his dishes, including the mysterious spoon. He makes a point to store it separately from the rest of the silverware, just in case.
Thankfully, his sylladex unlocked upon leaving the high rise jail in Neon City. It's no surprise that in a city populated by consorts and carapaces, they would have the foresight to disable features from the game in their jails.
Seth thinks about his father, and how he was locked away in jail at the end of his time.
He could have ended up like that.
Seth could have been stuck, at the mercy of the elements of an unwanted fate and reduced to a smear at the bottom of a crater...
He tries not to think about that as he tries to get some decent sleep.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Nov 19, 2016 0:24:00 GMT -8
A cloaked figure dashes out of Gene's Garden.
In the figure's hands a crudely drawn map on a sheet of paper, and an empty lantern.
If this map is right, Seth's treehouse should be right this way, northeast of the town, deep enough in the forest to be left alone.
The figure cones across a gravel path that wasn't on the map.
Must have been a new addition.
...great.
The cloaked figure, following the map and the map alone, glides low along the long gravel pathway.
It's surprising how much easier it is to leech passive energy when there's so much life around.
Soon enough the treehouse comes into view. Not much has changed from its original layout.
The cloaked figure puts the map away and removes their hood.
It's Theta.
He climbs up the ladder and phases through the door.
It's not illegal if it's your own house, right?
There is a rather strong life force in the room.
It must be Alpha Seth.
Theta silently sneaks towards him.
He's asleep.
Theta watches him as he idly breathes in and out.
Just to think, Theta could easily grab one of the many scythes off the wall and snuff this young man's life out.
It would be so easy.
He's so defenseless...
But theta isn't like that. Just thinking about the tragic possibilities that could easily befall his alpha self... it makes him want to cry.
Out of concern for Seth's safety, Theta sits down in a chair and idly keeps watch for any actually dangerous intruders.
Theta can slightly uncomfortably accept whatever ill fate may befall his spirit in the morning if it means keeping alpha Seth safe.
It's the least he can do.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Nov 20, 2016 0:30:49 GMT -8
Seth is sound asleep in his bed. It's been a fair amount of hours. He should be waking up soon.
After conversing with the memo, Theta decides to make breakfast for him.
But what will he make?
An hour later, Theta returns to the treehouse with a basketful of odd assorted fruit, mostly weird looking pineapple... And an egg. It doesn't take too long for him to prepare a nice home-cooked meal. He's glad that he had learned how to operate a stove before he died. Trying to make do without that skill would be a disaster.
Before waking Seth up, Theta takes off his robe, revealing a somewhat ordinary outfit underneath. Nothing's scarier than being woken by an emissary of death itself, and today is not the day to scare Alpha out of his wits.
For the most part, it's a success. he only tried to punch Theta once, and that was more of a general reflex to being woken up than anything. The blow phased harmlessly through, of course.
"...breαkfαst is on the tαble." Theta stands there and plainly explains.
Seth blinks and gathers his bearings, finally realizing who it is at his bedside.
"...Thetα, whαt the fuck αre you doing here?"
"hey, i wαs worried αbout you! you went off to fucking chex quest lαnd!"
Seth pauses for a moment. "...Seriously? This is αll αbout thαt?"
"well yeαh."
Seth looks over at the breakfast. Steam is still gently rising from the fried egg.
"...you mαde thαt?"
"with whαt i could find, yeαh."
Seth is still somewhat wary, considering he's being offered a free meal by a ghost in his own house. Sure, he knows Theta as well as he knows himself, but then again is he even really all that trustworthy? He did trick him to jump into the Blue Hole that one time, thus causing another dead version of himself to appear.
"...αre you sure?"
"i sweαr on the river styx"
Seth knows an oath sworn on that river is supposed to be unbreakable. Leave it to a younger, much nerdier version of himself to make such a classic reference with a straight face.
It takes Alpha Seth a moment to think it over, but soon enough, he agrees to eat the breakfast, with a fair threatening warning.
"...I'll trust you, but if it kills me, don't expect me to be nice to you."
He climbs out of bed and goes over to the table to sit down. He's wearing his time heir god tier pajamas. Comfiest outfit in his wardrobe probably.
Theta decides to start making Alpha's bed for some odd reason.
Seth sits down at the table and takes a whiff of his meal. He's still slightly suspicious, but it seems to pass the nose test at least. It also looks normal enough. With his fears mostly quelled, he carefully takes his first bite of egg white.
He eats it, and it goes down just fine. There's only one small complaint however:
"...it needs more sαlt."
Theta sighs in relief. His cooking passed the test. Maybe not the flavor test, but at least the edibility test.
Alpha Seth shakes a little salt onto the egg from the salt shaker and continues to eat his meal.
The fruit salad contains choco berries, spicy pineapple, milky pineapple, and an extremely acidic face-shapped berry. Most of it tastes just fine, but the face-berry gets a pretty strong reaction.
He washes it down with a gulp of water.
"...you did good on most of it, Thetα. Something wαs weird αbout thαt lαst one though."
"it looked pretty cool though, with the creepy fαce αnd αll."
Seth glares at that last comment, but he can't help but smile at Theta's generosity and honesty. It's been a while since anyone's ever cooked breakfast for him.
"Thαnk you."
"don't mention it..."
A quiet pause. the idle wind rustles the leaves of the trees in the forest.
Theta comes across a reasization however: he is tired. All that breakfast work took a lot out of him.
"...you don't mind if i rest here for α while?"
"Go αheαd."
And with that, Theta lays down on top of Seth's freshly made bed and enters a restful state at half opacity.
Seth logs onto pesterchum and talks with some folks before turning on some music. He remembers from before that ghosts can recover from energy loss much better when there is music playing. He owes Theta a bit of hospitality for what he's already done for him.
While listening to a selection of his old favorites, Alpha Seth looks out the window, out at the ever-present technicolor sky.
Something about one of the songs has inspired him.
"Somewhere out there... They're αll fighting... I αlmost wαnt to join them." Seth then looks over at Theta, still see-though and flopped over on the bed.
"But... Should I reαlly risk my sαfety, when others αctuαlly... Cαre αbout me?"
He looks back out and sighs.
The dream can't last forever.
"I cαn't stαy still for so long..."
He asks on the memo whether or not he should join the fight against the Scourge. The very same that tried to kill him in his dreams a few nights ago.
He gets a no and an undecided tag-along from the small amount of activity on the memo.
Maybe he won't rush off immediately, but he does need to occupy himself somehow today.
Seth grabs a wooden training scythe off the wall and walks out the door. Maybe it might not come in handy, but he needs to keep up on his training regardless of his future plans.
It's at least a productive distraction.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Nov 21, 2016 18:17:55 GMT -8
A couple sleep cycles pass, but the day stays the same.
Seth spends his time at home resting and training. Training for what, he isn't entirely sure, but he'd like to be prepared for whatever might cross his path.
Meanwhile, Theta continues staying at his house, kinda pointlessly watching out for him.
Though maybe he's just lonely in his current restless state.
One "day" (the same exact day it's been all this time), Seth gets a message from Kalmaro, saying he's on the Virtuous Victorian.
Kat's spaceship.
Deciding he should at least check on Kat, Seth rips open a hole back to the ship... leaving Theta behind while he's still searching for him.
"where the fuck did αlphα even go..."
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Post by flightlessicarus on Oct 29, 2017 15:30:03 GMT -8
October 29th, 2017
it's been a few months since the Grand Dream had faded. After a brief episode involving having to share his body with the much bluer version of himself, Schrodinger, he has returned to his home back in Charcherry for a little while.
A shipment of pumpkins from Homestead showed up in town, 200 in total. Seth had a plan with them.
Over the course of an entire week, Seth meticulously gutted and carved each and every pumpkin, carving in a unique face or design for each and every one. He took a quick trip to the mall, via the transportalizer warp room, and bought a ton of cheap candles. While it would clearly be a better idea to use light strings, which he could have likely bought locally, he felt that there just had to be a burning candle inside each and every jack-o-lantern. Thoren questioned him briefly, but an understanding of their significance was soon reached.
Eventually, he got all of the carved pumpkins fitted with a candle and placed them throughout the town. The elves gave him strange looks, but thankfully they didn't protest too hard.
But with this strange task finished, one question remains:
What is he going to do with all of the seeds??
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