SJmun
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Post by SJmun on Dec 6, 2018 23:44:49 GMT -8
Niki pushes up her sunglasses, hoping to make them gleam ominously. Unfortunately she's facing the wrong direction to do that so she just pushes them up plainly.
"The name's Niki. I'm here to help. ->"
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Post by flightlessicarus on Dec 15, 2018 16:27:32 GMT -8
Up in the sky, a reflective glimmer shines.
Falling falling falling... positioned perfectly like a seasoned skydiver.
Nyooooooooooooooooooom!
A young man of metal and plastic hurtles towards the sands below. A string is pulled, and a parachute is unfurled. It's an almost distressingly deep shade of blue.
Soon enough, he lands not too far from the group. He is now blanketed by his parachute in his descent.
The young man climbs out from under the parachute. It seems some of his clothes has become tattered from the sheer power of the winds up above. He doesn't seem to mind. The woman who enchanted his dreams all those years ago... she's still just as beautiful as before.
"Kept you waiting, huh?" A smirk and a hairflip.
It's Schrodinger.
...fuck, Niki's here. And some unknown guy that looks just like a temporic Hank Hill.
Suddenly most of his style and sass drains away as he shifts into business mode.
"...I am here to assist you on your mission. What is the status of the situation so far?"
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SJmun
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Post by SJmun on Aug 25, 2019 7:39:18 GMT -8
--Timeskip imminent--
Events which shall soon take place will collapse the quantum uncertainty present here. If you have any factors you wish to manifest into the conclusion of this particular adventure, voice them here before the letter arrives.
Known factors:
99.9% chance of time thief overthrow
Party out of contact with those outside of it for months
50% chance of successful couple reunion
Results shall be posted in about twelve hours.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Aug 25, 2019 23:21:21 GMT -8
A letter appears at a musty post office. how long has it been since anyone has used its services here?
Much of the population of this underground city has left for greener pastures anyways.
A few months ago, a group of divine heroes arrived here and freed the captives from the rule of a selfish tyrant. One was a Witch of Life, able to draw new life into the once dead soil with every step. Another was the Fallen Heir, though he had fallen far more than expected and took the form of an agile machine. Along with them, was a hornless warrior who claimed to have the ability to destroy time itself if they so choosed.
Together, they fought back against the thief of time, upon the rave-licious dancefloor. With synergy and grace, they bested the thief at his own game, and proved to be superior upon the dancefloor.
Then the fallen heir threatened the thief with a gun and demanded that he step down from his illegitimate seat of power.
Soon enough, the police force was dissolved and the citizens of Alcove were free to live upon the surface once more.
The Bargas couple had finally reunited and pledged to lead their people towards a brighter future.
Together.
The Witch of life, nervous around others, took off to continue her mission to revive the planet. The fallen heir desired to follow her, but she had requested some time alone for a long while. Respecting her wishes, the fallen heir respected her wishes to go alone. It was hard for him, but he knew that respecting her boundaries would be the best option to show that he cared for her.
The hornless warrior, however, desired to stay with the refugees, having recently found solace in a non-binary gender identity, and wished to have the company of others who did not have a commonly known earthly gender.
This left the fallen heir on his own path. What would he do now, with his reason for desiring life in need of her own space, and the nearest companion busy in pursuit of their own inner peace and camaraderie?
A faithful of the mailcarrier's guild, arrives at the home-base of the fallen heir. It is merely a small adobe shack with a solar panel umbrella on top as the roof. The temporic knocks three times upon the particle board door, light enough to prevent it from breaking.
The mechanical youth flickers on from the light disturbance. The disturbance strong enough to collapse the quantum uncertainty that often surrounds him.
It's Schrodinger.
He answers the door.
"Who is it." He asks to the humble mailcarrier.
"Dear fallen heir, a letter from 'The Underworld' has arrived for you."
The mailcarrier hands him the letter, but he is in shock. The boy damn-near blue-screens even.
They've tracked him down.
He literally cannot escape.
Schrodinger breaks down into tears.
"...they've found me, haven't they..."
The mailcarrier stands there confused.
"...I do not meddle in the affairs of the mail, I only make sure it is delivered."
Schrodinger continues to cry in the doorway, fearing that the agents of death would soon be on their way to take his soul.
"...are you going to open that letter?"
"What's even the point? We all know they've marked my return to the Bottom Glass, as you would know it."
"...my condolences to you, fallen heir. If you have any final wishes before departing from our world, please let us know."
A long pause, punctuated by emulated sobs filled with genuine distress.
"...I need time to process this... I never expected to go back so soon, and I'm not sure if I'm ready to face the end once more."
"...as you wish, fallen heir. Your heroism shall always be remembered among us here. Thank you."
And with that, the mailcarrier leaves in a respectful stride.
But will Schrodinger open that letter?
and what is it that awaits for him in that letter?
Is it truly as deadly as he thinks it is?
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Post by flightlessicarus on Aug 28, 2019 22:14:27 GMT -8
Hours pass.
Schrodinger finally opens the letter.
"...that's it? all that over a fucking golf invitation?"
He is fucking pissed at this letter. Schrodinger crumples it and throws it onto the grass.
Even if he wanted to go, he doesn't exactly have an easy method to get back to the underworld, at least not without pulling a couple strings.
This disappointing invitation has got him thinking about some things however. How are the other seths taking it?
Have any of them accepted the call?
Also, what should Schrodinger do now? He can't just spend the next hundred years bumming it out on a slowly greened desert planet waiting for Atria to start missing him enough to lift her lone wolf policy. Unless she like, directly contacts him otherwise, that's probably not gonna happen.
What does one do with a second chance at life, where even the sky isn't even the limit anymore?
But what do the stars even provide that would make life worth living?
A dilemma, that's what.
...maybe Schrodinger should go on a quest to accept that invitation, if only for something to work towards. If he plays his cards right, he should be able to show up on time... hopefully.
Then again, dreambubbles in the furthest ring tend to not follow the rules of standard timeflow, so who even knows.
What would be the best way to get over there?
Well, he'd need to have some way of crossing over, preferably one that isn't lethal. Are there even any methods left open?
Korous suffered through the Reckoning, so maybe there's a frog temple somewhere on this planet? then maybe he can take a derse portal to STOMB's version of Derse and launch out into the furthest ring from there?
...nah, that's too complicated and risky.
Ain't nobody's got time to take a 'ring trip.
What about the warp zone in Aspara though?
Maybe if he's lucky, Thoren's RV might be able to get him there?
That definitely seems a lot more plausible of a route to take.
With a route in mind, Schrodinger packs up his things and sets a course towards Aspara village.
hours of flight later, he arrives in the village, and makes his way to the castle. The carapacians bustle about the place in their usual rounds, light gossip spreading as the blue robot touches down upon the path.
A short walk through the halls and down the stairs of the fortress, and soon he arrives at the fabled warp zone. The place that connects so many other places, more reliably and securely available than FL's stargate stash, it seems.
Schrodinger steps onto the pad leading to the Eros Machina.
Hopefully this takes him one step closer to his goal.
With a green wisp of light, Schrodinger disappears.
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