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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 6, 2006 2:28:51 GMT -5
Daedrous' spirit armor quest (and also exploration of his other spirits' worlds, including Minia's) can occur.
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Post by halfhero on Jan 22, 2006 19:34:37 GMT -5
so i saw that guy beating up the OG continue down the path
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 22, 2006 20:09:10 GMT -5
It's not a path, more of a freefall through blackness. Daedrous' enhanced senses see nothing, his molasses-like view of time communicating nothing to him. Then the faintest glimmer below him can be seen. It grows faster and faster, exponentially becoming larger below him. A whole disc-shaped cosmos, far larger but far less complex than his universe. Daedrous crash lands in a barren and empty city.
(BTW: Because you barely started delving with that gift, I'll let you get some more benefit.)
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Post by halfhero on Jan 22, 2006 22:39:24 GMT -5
woot look for a town hall or library, or if possiblesome kinda of news print
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 22, 2006 23:01:58 GMT -5
This particular town is empty. There are news stands, but they are filled with blank newspapers. The architectural style is a cross of Greece and Egypt, but again all the bright colors are dull and subdued and the signs are blurry and nondescript. (Remember: Daedrous is wandering around in a reconstruction.)
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Post by halfhero on Jan 23, 2006 20:19:02 GMT -5
ok, fly up, try and get a better view of the area
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 23, 2006 20:30:39 GMT -5
Moving around is odd for Daedrous here. He feels cemented to where he is, as if he was a statue, not able to move. He hasn't quite gotten the hang of it.
A faint, faint voice calls out, "You must move as if you were always in the place you move to..."
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Post by halfhero on Jan 23, 2006 20:56:07 GMT -5
ok, well start walking slowly through town, trying to move with purpose.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 23, 2006 21:03:45 GMT -5
The amount of purpose doesn't seem to alter it. Willpower seems utterly secondary in this universe. Much like Tyrant, things do not alter: they are as they always are, changing only if there is some sort of internal impetus or motion.
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Post by halfhero on Jan 23, 2006 21:10:17 GMT -5
ok, try to move my spiritual form only to move around.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 23, 2006 21:16:04 GMT -5
Daedrous finds separating his spirit from his body just as difficult. Spiritual powers operate equally differently here. The Affinities are all distinct. For the moment, Daedrous is practically powerless. Suddenly, he is roughly twenty feet away, a surprising and sudden jump. It seems that his spiritual desire to move his body made it seem like he was actually always there.
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Post by halfhero on Jan 23, 2006 21:25:38 GMT -5
ok, well think myself into the town hall, look for any kind of record of what happened.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 23, 2006 21:53:24 GMT -5
Daedrous is getting the hang of it, but it's still jerky and slow. The town hall is empty, or rather there are vague shadows of.... things. The things are in a strange pattern, an amalgamation of shapes and sizes, ranging from flustery curtains to pyramids to squares, but they're the same ones over and over, probably from a sample size of around ten thousand, with some even vaguer visions reaching into the millions. They go around pre-programmed paths and seem to conform to stereotypical notions. Because it's a hall analog, it seems the memory of the person Daedrous is walking around in can more closely reconstruct what happens. Someone asks Daedrous, "What are you looking for, Daedrous of the Lotus?" Everybody behaves naturally to Daedrous as if he belonged there.
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Post by halfhero on Jan 24, 2006 18:58:36 GMT -5
"I am looking for the downfall of this city, I am looking for the complete story."
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 24, 2006 20:32:11 GMT -5
"....The downfall? What are you talking about? Things get faster and more prosperous, not less so, as they always have been."
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Post by halfhero on Jan 25, 2006 0:09:13 GMT -5
point to the shit i am wearing. "does this look familiar, voice?"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 25, 2006 0:51:41 GMT -5
"Excuse me! My name is *garbled nothingness* and while I don't know you, what you are currently donning is nothing strange to me!" Daedrous catches a glimpse of himself in what passes for a mirrored surface in this reality. He is a great unfurling lotus with a beautiful red coloration in the center.
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Post by halfhero on Jan 25, 2006 19:05:57 GMT -5
hell yeah boy "Would you be able to give me an explanation of why I cant hear your name? You wouldnt happen to be the fetish armor I am wearing would you?"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 25, 2006 20:32:05 GMT -5
"...What is a fetish armor? Who are you talking about? My name is *now it's not garbled, but Daedrous can't understand a word of it*." Simultaneously, the man's image draws up and becomes clearer. It is a jack-like set of six spikes linked together, "wearing" four flag-like things on each of its lateral spikes.
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Post by halfhero on Jan 25, 2006 22:22:12 GMT -5
"Are you aware of the fact that we are in a recreation of what I assume was your world?"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 25, 2006 22:28:06 GMT -5
"If this is a philosophical test from Zarathrustra, it isn't working. That is blatantly absurd."
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Post by halfhero on Jan 26, 2006 19:10:38 GMT -5
"Who the hell is Zarathrusta and why can I understand her name but not yours? I cant shake the feeling that you and I "know" each other"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 26, 2006 19:24:02 GMT -5
"Zarathrustra is our... 'greatest' philosopher. I don't know why you can't understand my name - perhaps you should visit Caduceus. And it is quite obvious who you are, now that I recognize you: you are Daedrous. Marvelous stasis-shift, by the way. So, enough chit-chat, I'm busy, how can I help you?"
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Post by halfhero on Jan 26, 2006 22:33:26 GMT -5
"Could you show me to where Caduceus resides?"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 26, 2006 23:01:00 GMT -5
"You REALLY need his help if you don't know where it is." A small red ball floats over by you. "Use this."
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Post by halfhero on Jan 27, 2006 15:45:03 GMT -5
"I exist in a third universe after this first one, so you'll have to excuse me when I ask you how to use this."
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 27, 2006 16:02:40 GMT -5
"Yes... You go ahead and believe that." His form makes this distinctive shaking, and some of the other people make a similar motion. A sound comes, subtly, that Daedrous can't identify precisely. "The ball and light constantly points the direction you must go. It glows more and has an orbit further away from you when you are far and the opposite when you are close."
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Post by halfhero on Jan 27, 2006 16:06:09 GMT -5
you never even told me there was other people ya toadass
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 27, 2006 16:09:30 GMT -5
"Daedrous is getting the hang of it, but it's still jerky and slow. The town hall is empty, or rather there are vague shadows of.... things. The things are in a strange pattern, an amalgamation of shapes and sizes, ranging from flustery curtains to pyramids to squares, but they're the same ones over and over, probably from a sample size of around ten thousand, with some even vaguer visions reaching into the millions."
The plural isn't just implied there, it's talked about explicitly and directly. Imagine yourself in a really organized, classy and intellectual DMV.
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Post by halfhero on Jan 27, 2006 16:56:34 GMT -5
an amalgamation of shapes and sizes
this in NO WAY indicates people, iwas assuming those to be inanimate aspects of the enviroment, which they may still be, even though they gave me funny looks.
anyway grab the ball, bid adieu to the voice, and head to mr. thrustas
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