Dark Rendezvous, Episode TwoI'm not scared of dyin'
And I don't really care
If it's peace you find in dyin'
Well then let the time be near
If it's peace you find in dyin'
When dyin' time is here
Just bundle up my coffin
'Cause it's cold way down there
--And When I Die, by Blood, Sweat And Tears
As I willed the mask to engage, I felt a certain sense of apprehension. Unlike Nagaetros’ brain (which was closer to the size of a kitchen appliance than a grapefruit), the Sanctioned was human…more or less. Mental cohabitation damages neural connections, and for humanoid mammals that begins to become problematic after ninety seconds or so, assuming you’re not in there to do harm. With Nageotros, the whole affair had been over in no more than five minutes.
I would have a very short window in there, I thought tiredly, if her mind was anything like normal. Then again, as her reputation went, she might not be all too entirely normal herself. She lived a very private life, in a very private place, an
From places afar (part 1)Space is vast... not a simple statement. but the vast stretches of empty void between worlds even within systems can seem to stretch forever. The empires of the Ancerious galaxy, foreign, or native. had learned long ago to navigate this dark sea. Building ships of ever increasing size and complexity to cover the vast distances between their worlds and orbital’s. Some however, had better ability to do this then others.From places afar (part 1)7 months ago in Personal More Like This
The drakes had carved out their new territory on the edges of the others. And had established their people among the others with vessels that infused the arcane art of magic with the structured fields of Technology.
Their border defenses, as a result, were some of the best in the galaxy. Utilizing both to detect, and deflect hostile ships along its length.
But space, is vast.
The Probing fleet rifted in on the edge of the border, half an orbit or so from the fart
Ruins and NamesShe unbuttoned her sleeve once the door had closed with a dull groan behind her, and as her fingers nimbly rolled the sleeve to her shoulder, she glanced over the motifs carved into the walls again. How far back, she wondered thoughtfully as she reached out and ran her fingers along the carvings again…how far back? She pinched some of the sand and dust out of one of the cracks and sniffed it tentatively, before rubbing it again through her fingers and letting it drift towards the floor.Ruins and Names2 years ago in Personal More Like This
Her enclosed arm was enshrouded in a temporal hex gauntlet; not only was it far beyond the present day temporal tech of her people (and that was truly saying something) but she had made it herself. It extended from her wrist up to the skin right before her elbow; at the wrist and elbow were two thin bands with blue eminations bleeding out as they opened and began spooling to power. Between these two bands was a series of overlapping metal plates, which were now beginning to loosen and spin slowly
Playing GodsI didn’t rush off to meet Nagaetros after his name was revealed to me, for while studying Shaw Haust is a driving passion, I had responsibilities elsewhere. I watch the futures develop with keen interest, and I inquire into fates and possibilities with zealous enthusiasm.Playing Gods2 years ago in Personal More Like This
Imagine, if you will, the roots of a great tree. You, and for the present at least, I too, reside at that point where trunk meets soil and from there, the roots begin. They spread out and divide in a seemingly haphazard fashion, but this chaotic nature is illusory. Like water, the roots take the paths of least resistance. They will grow around denser bodies, and towards richer soils, and they will be stunted should they reach stone or void beneath them. You can map a tree’s roots without seeing the soil they pass through, and by all those tiny convolutions in the roots, it’s possible to understand the nature of the stuff it grows through.
I confess that this is a poor analogy, but it describes the pr
Inertia, Part 3"Y-yes, yes, I'll help! but you must listen! Devastinian must -not- be freed!" He exclaimed. "Before my deal, it would only have been a matter of time before Fenris had released his brother himself! Then the Flux would never have mattered. You must not free Devastinian!" I realized his words were whispers in my ears alone. He didn’t want Fenris to hear him, and it appeared to have worked. "Whatever the cost!"Inertia, Part 31 month ago in Personal More Like This
I glanced up at Fenris, who as seems to be his style is something between expressionless and slightly snarling.
"Call it a hunch but the god of justice wouldn't unleash devastation unduly, Mammon." I answer aloud, making eye contact with Fenris as I say this. "Fenris, you want to explain to me why this one's more mortified of your brother than you?"
Fenris looked at me.
"My brother is a destructive force, capable of devastating entire worlds on a whim, a true force to be reckoned with with strength unmatched and power unheard of. But what truly scares Mammon is all 7
Inertia, Part 2Fenris is reputedly the greatest hunter in the Draconian's pantheon, so it will be interesting watching him do his work against Brutus. Strangely I think that hunter and I are going to get along very well, in spite of the terrible harm he's brought against my people. He'll be incredibly useful, at least, and I think--though I do not know--that we think quite similarly to each other.Inertia, Part 22 months ago in Personal More Like This
This does not bode well for Mammon, or by extension, Brutus.
Fighting as a team is an excellent way to get to know one another because it requires reliance and trust. Fenris and I hardly know each other, but he being something of a deity has a leg up on this: he knows my soul. He knows me at my core, which on one hand is incredibly unsettling: it means he knows the wrath I'm quietly accumulating towards destroying Chaw'Haust, and he knows the stains left upon my mind by Naga, and he probably has some notion of the reasons for why I am even. I on the other hand hardly know him, and I only know that, contract