《Director, Machine, Paradox.》Chapter 11 - Our Future.
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(Self Notes)
[Shadow]
\Mirror/
"speaking"
'thinking'
*action*
The other half, like yin and yang! Or not.
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To become someone else, how very stupid. I sighed to myself, what had I been thinking? I could barely tell. I sent a mental call to the others. It went unanswered. I scowled before hitting the back of my head with a spider leg. It didn't go as planned. I didn't drop into a peaceful sleep, instead I fractured my skull. Funny! With an Elixir I had stored in my inventory I quickly healed up. Mostly it was just painful, I left the city, the guards on watch staring at me warily. I realized quickly someone was following me. A teenager with green hair and brown eyes and plain features approached smiling, he was a shorty at only five foot. He spoke dramatically "Oh young child Ghoul how great to bask in your presence!" he has a glint in his eyes and his breathes are heavy. I shudder. "Yes?" "WOAAAAH CHRIS!!! LOOK OUT!" I glanced to the side only to have Rorry's ass land on my face. I let out a desolate sigh before pushing him off. Strangely he seemed to be blushing? The teenager glares at Rorry "Hey brat, I was talking!" Rorry looked him over with a critical eye "Oh and who might you be?" I honestly didn't expect this kind of behavior from Rorry. The teenager spoke clearly and needlessly loudly. "I you poor imbecile am the great Captain of The Fourth Wa- pardon, Captain of the fourth Gate! Hey reade- Ahem hello citizens of Lost!" the seemed to be struggling with something. Letting out weird sounds, we decided he was far too weird for even me and promptly left.
We ventured into the nearby woods, spotting people occasionally. Finding somewhere peaceful I curled into a ball and attempted to sleep. Impatient. Rorry just sat there pulling out flowers and showering blood everywher- woah what!? I blinked awake, to see Rorry standing over me, a huge fleshy creature standing before him, bleeding profusely. I scowl grabbing his legs and pulling him down as the creatures chest contracted. Rorry yelped "What the hell Chris!?" at that moment the creatures chest pulses and a stream of magma hot blood shoots forth, burning completely through the trees and such. I sigh annoyed rising to my feet I meld my hands with an icy Will. The thing's contractions began to slow, not fast enough to shoot again. I used -- and crushed it with my spider legs. It had been a tough Pawn type Bio-Demon, or Rot. I was growing increasingly irritated with the almost constant run ins with Rot type creatures. I wanted some god damn variety. Rorry like before is enthralled. He begins praising me again.
I decide to try calling the Apparitions again, this time I get an answer. [What. Do. You. Want?] I wished he was in person so I could clobber him. (Jeez Shadow, calm your tits!) [...] \Yeah your hormones are really-/ [Don't you dare start! This asinine teasing is just getting plain pathetic] (Ohhh is it really getting to you? We weren't even serious!) [*deep sigh*] '*Slow clap* thanks for the entertainment, but are you finally done with this pointless ritual?' \Damn boss, don't you have a heart!?/ 'I can't enter the city as I am, or attend the Academy, mostly I only wanna go there as a pretense and maybe meet people. Anyway I couldn't get a one of those statues, I didn't see one at all!' (Of course not silly! We did say IN the city, you were only in the barracks after all!) 'You guys watched me get slapped down?' [Fuck yes] 'More upgrades plz.' \Can't do. Not at the moment, We're busy/ I made a dramatic expression of utter shock before asking somewhat heatedly 'Busy? You have literally have almost all the time in the world assholes.' [Dude, just shut up] 'Make me' [...] \Pipe down kids. Look, we discovered something real interesting. Call us later/ I send them my regards in the form of a middle finger.
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The Empire officials milled about the hall, voices drowning each other out. The Heiress sat ignored in her seat. Expressionless. 'Fuckers' inwardly despite her apparent meekness she was very different. The room was suddenly silent, a messenger came through, out of breath. (I have a bad feeling about this...) 'Self! Your back?' (Yeah, I was just talking to Chris) 'From what you've told me about him he sounds pretty interesting' (Oh he is. Sometimes) the messenger called out in a loud voice "The Sky King of Zephirox, Neil Corelx!". A procession of musicians came through singing some glorified bullshit. She rolled her eyes throughout as the Sky King came out. He had a presence to him, the pressure of an upper SS-rank. Many in the room shivered under his gaze. "A citizens of Great Jareklai, it is truly great to be here." he gestured behind him and a group of servants came through holding a large white box, adorned with saphires. He approached the Heiress's throne with a smile, "Young Heiress, on behalf of the Sky Kingdom please accept this gift." I took it gingerly, showing a somewhat genuine smile. I could tell many of the nobles were irritated I was getting any attention at all, though they couldn't really protest. I took it from his hands with a smile, about to speak when the Dragon General Rigorr Nanthiel spoke. "Ah we are truly glad for this visit. You must be tired from the journey, come come I'll take you to your quarters." many of the nobles and officials greeted him trying to gain his favor. The Sky King seemed pretty surprised at my treatment. But nonetheless followed. As they left I sat through the rest of the meeting.
Most were discussing attacking our neighbors, in retaliation for their somewhat rebellious activity, which had no doubt been stirred and orchestrated by these very Nobles. Soon the droll meeting was over and my maid took me back to my room. I quickly bathed, changed my clothes and sat in relaxation holding the white box, I carefully set it on my table. 'So, can we really do it?' (Yup, we can meet! On the Dream side of course. Shadow and Mirror might be there too though, I should probably shoo them out...) 'No way, don't push them away for my sake' (Aw shucks) 'You said you were busy before...? Sorry for prying' (Oh its no problem, we have a surprise planned for Chris, I just don't wanna tell you in case you slip up and mention it. Chris can get what he wants in very surprising ways) I raised my eyebrows 'Like what?' (Well... You'll see!) 'Meh'
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Caiz ground his imaginary teeth in frustration, watching as his child body moved without his consent, playing with the other children. Soon, in four years the body would be his to control. Meanwhile...
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Linear hissed under her breathe. She was getting closer and closer to Lost. But it was ungodly boring! She stood on the deck, keeping out of the way of the sailors, she heard the cry from the crows nest. They had spotted a ship. Linear felt an excited smile work onto her face. Her tail wagging behind her, forked tongue licking the sea air. It was getting much closer, rapidly. The huge battleship was being driven by Aethaerics, moving very fast. Or as Mirror liked to say, \Fast as a Ferrari!/. \Oh shit, yo, this ain't good!/ 'Why not! Lookss SSSO FUN!!!' \Stop flapping your mind gums, that's an Empire battleship and so close to Lost too! Bad!/ [Yah that's fucking lame] 'Another Great Ssspirit!?' [Oh shit you weren't kidding about your Hossst were you!] \Hmm/ [You Goddamn pansy! Just get her to wreck the damn thing!] \Are you stupid? There are people watching! And how the hell do you suppose she can destroy that ship?/ [Do as I did, look I'll show you...] I feel an odd feeling drift through me. \Oh! I get it, I think. Okay I may just do that. I'll need your help using Stratos though/ [No problem sis] the world distorts, a dome of gray exploded forth from Linear's body locking the memories of those aboard. Mirror took control. Some of Linear's features changed, resembling Mirror. Mirror-Linear raised her hand, a train sized dragon of icy electric shot forth flash freezing the hull of the battleship and grounding it. Mages aboard started shouting, they had just felt the Will of a lower SS-rank after all. The mages aboard linked their Will. A huge multicolored thread appearing over their ship, it exploded into a ball of showering fireballs and lightning bolts. Mirror grimaced. If it had been Shadow he would have been completely fucked.
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Mirror however was perfect for countering such a spell. Mirror's specialty being defense. If you had to put the three of them into RPG terms, Shadow would be the obvious DPS, herself the Tank and Little Notes would probably be a rogue-mage hybrid. She stood as close to the center of the ship as she could and activated --, a huge light blue transparent cube appeared above the ship. It blocked all strikes and moved to block all those that weren't within range. She used her flight aura, two pillars of reflective blue ice sprouted from her back, a cyclone of wind spiraling around them. She shot into the air with the speed of a jet. Before flying over to the Empire battleship she drew in all the heat and blasted down in a huge fireballing conflagration of heat. After landing she used Stratos again, repaired their ship and removed their memories of the event. It was extremely tiring but she weathered through. She had found out many interesting things. She returned to their ship and everything returned to normal. Linear was displeased however, complaining how boring it had been. \Powerful people don't flaunt themselves, those that do usually get killed/ [Yeah crazy huh? Though that battle ship is one of hundreds, I doubt they have many of their powerful assets so far from home. Anyway, Little Notes is gonna bring her Host over to Dream Sirin. I figured I would bring my Host along too. What about yo-] 'Yessss I wanna ssseee the Christopher human!' \.../ [...Alright. See you guys later!] \Bye bro/
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I was greatly frustrated when we arrived in Sirin, to think strange trio they had meet on the way had been them... When they arrived in the town they asked if there was anywhere they could sleep, they ended up doing labor for a blacksmith in exchange to use their spare room. He had quietly stopped Gray telling him to do it 'safely'. I didn't ponder what he meant. Too tired. I slept, the twin curled up around me, eyes slowly closing. [Pooch listen, you wanna come meet Chris? This time you can't fucking miss him. If you want you can take the kitties too. Though I worry what Chris may do to them...] 'What are you talking about?' [Nevermind]
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In Dream Sirin, the seven kids sat in a circle in Christoper's room. His face scrunched up as Linear thoroughly familiarized herself with him. He pushed her scaly hands off with a scowl. "Can we please have order!?" the young Heiress was sat in the corner, Self Notes was combing her hair. Shadow was showing Gray how to levitate and Mirror was pulling faces at the Heiress. They all stopped, swinging around to look at him. "Alright worms, I am Christopher Crash your lord and savior. Tell me your fucking names. Please." Linear was jumping with joy raising her hand. Chris ignored her. "You." he pointed at Gray. Gray's face quickly flushed as everyone looked at him "Um, I'm Gray, I'm also a Shape-Shifter." \Wow Shadow. That's AMAZING.../ she drawled sarcastically. [Yeah and you got some prime material over there] he gestured at the Targual who was fondling my spider legs. "Ugh please don't start." Chris groaned, Mirror held up her hands in a placating manner. \Sorry boss/ "Yes, ssorry bosss!" Linear stared at Chris with unsettling intensity. "Fine lizard. Who are you?" she smiled toothily "My name is Linear Serpent, Targual Master Alchemist!" he sighed. The Heiress smiled "My name is Sara." "Cool. Okay. Self, Mirror can you guys make three more of those soul bound inventory status plate thingies for the others?" (Sure! I have a few new features planned too!) \We need to get ready. When you reach the age of fifteen the Hero will come for you, so training these guys is our priority. Anyway, Chris, Shadow, you guys should leave. We can all talk another time. In the meantime however.../ she cracked her knuckles.
*Ahhh!!!* *Kyaaa* *Noooesss!*
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Thanks for reading, if you can point out any inconsistencies or typos I would appreciate it.
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