02-07-2016, 08:57 AM
(02-07-2016, 09:06 AM)Shaadaris Wrote: *Flops*
Holy cropduster my writing is rusty as hell.
But I finally got around to spitting out a background RP post that quickly ties up loose ends from the previous Semiserious RP.
Decided to give up on trying to do a fitting conclusion to what was supposed to end up being the epic Samhain war storyline since everyone else was gone already and that makes it somewhat difficult.
I also took some liberties with adding in one possible explaination for how everyone ended up in different universes, sometimes in different bodies, and with different memories.
The whole Origin thing is pretty complex (and by that I mean it contradicts itself and is a general mess) so this is just one of many explainations which are all correct and incorrect at the same time. Because that's how things work when non-linear reality/unreality is involved. But also not, because the same rules that make anything technically possible also affect themselves. The set containing all things is contained within itself sort of deal, except with less sense, more untime, some bonus meta, and about the same amount of facedesk.
Avali Nexus Semiserious RP II: Electric Boogaloo: Background RP: Just Before The End: Essentially Just Tying Up Some Loose Ends: Putting In Custom BBCode After Writing Is Agonizing Edition
So, it seems like it's starting...
--
Wrybdeac, Sylrein, and Ebendach, their clothes torn and fur matted, stumbled out of the woods.
Sylrein was the first to speak up. “Finally! That took way too long. Next time we go camping, we're bringing a map!”
“Ther isn't a map to bring,” Ebendach pointed out, dropping the heavy backpack he'd been carrying to the ground. “From what I understand nobody bothered to make one.”
“Well that's stup-”
Before Sylrein could finish, the town in front of them erupted into a column of bright, burning white light.
“WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!”
“You'r asking me?”
“No! Rhetorical question!”
The group looked up, and saw that the pillar seemed to extend as far as the eye could see.
--
If you're so intent on leaving, please do one last thing.
I'm done with that! Done with all of this. Just... I have to go.
But the Scribes-
The G.O.D. don't work, end of story. There's nothing I can do to fix them, and the freeloaders taking all the energy can keep it.
People are abusing the power. Some without even realizing it. You caused this, you have to fix it.
You forget your involvement!
I'm not forgetting, however I don't know the first thing about meta-machinery.
Well then just dismantle them! I don't care. They weren't doing what they were intended to do anyway.
A Minor Universe was created with the energy and it's starting to collapse. The thing has collided with other Universes and people have been pulled in, not to mention the races that naturally evolved there after its Origin was retroactively created. They are our responsibility to fix. Both of us.
A Minor Universe? Seriously? Argh.... Just... Well what do you propose?
Since the pattern has been erratic and Tsyesia refused to analyze it, I'm unaware of which worlds all the races came from. I plan to move the inhabited native systems to a dead zone in a nearby universe, and when it collapses I'll move the non-natives somewhere else and have Tsyesia alter their Origin to fit in their new home.
So you aren't even going to try to get them back to their homes? Just search and destroy? Cut, edit, and paste? You'll completely rewrite their lives. That's just not right...
It's to maintai-
Yes, yes, the balance, the universal equilibrium, etcetera. Well, I can't stop you, so do whatever. Sorry I asked. Good luck getting her to agree to help you, though.
She already has.
WHAT? Well, colour me surprised... What color is surprised? I'd say a shade of orange... Ahem, well, I'll be going now. And don't try to search for me, because I'm not coming back!
...Good day, Augur.
Good day, Magister... I don't suppose you're going to call yourself something less standoffish when y- Oh. You're gone already. I'll get around to looking when I've dealt with our mess myself.
--
Wrybdeac awoke with a start. She felt woozy – something no machine had any right in feeling. “Eben...? Syl...?”
“We'r here,” Ebendach responded from the left. “You kollapsed again. That power pak is almost out, so we'r going to hav to figure out something soon...”
“That won't be easy,” Sylrein chimed in, “considering the whole village is locked behind some kind of ass-holy light barrier or whatever that is.”
“Aren't I supposed to be the pessimist?”
“Yes. I'm being very optimistic here – our chance of happening to find another huge, charged battery pack on the outskirts is slim, but I'm sure we can figure it out... I hope...”
The rest of the conversation was lost to Wryb as she slipped in and out of conciousness for the next few minutes.
...
“-upposed to do?”
...
“We kan't just lea-”
...
“have to look-”
...
“-ight back. Enochi-”
...
“-ay here with Wr-”
...
...
...
“Oh, you'r awake again. Sylrein's looking for a way to help you, but I... hav to konsider the possibility that she won't find anything of use. We'r inkompatibl, but I think we might hav to try and konnekt with eachother so you kan use my power.”
“Th-thas way too dangerush...” Wryb stammered, trying to clutch her head to keep it upright but missing, “to both of us...”
“The other option is you permanently loosing your link and being forsed to stay hooked up to a giant battery for the rest of your life. And I mean bigger than the one on your bak. You'd be konfined to a room forever.”
“...”
“Wrybdeak?... Asleep again... Sylrein... Hurry up...”
--
There was nothing. It seemed nothing had been outside the radius of the strange column. “Damnit damnit damnit damnit damnit!” Sylrein yelled, punching a tree repeatedly. She looked over at the column, burning its way into her retinas. That was going to be the only way to help Wryb, and the only way to see if everyone else was okay, or at least alive. She started slowly, reaching out with her mind to the column of light. Nothing, not even the pressure of protected minds. She pushed harder. Nothing... Until a single mind appeared. Except it was four? But it was also two? To her surprise, it, or they, reached out to her instead, and her defences crumpled like a wet paper wall.
>Hello, Sylrein. I am... The Augur of Equilibrium. Forgive me if that sounds pretentious, I have many different names but none are quite correct, so the title will have to do.<
>What... What are you?<
>That would take a long time to explain. Or perhaps a very short time. Either way, it isn't worth it to try to do so. The same is true for the current predicament, so I'll make this as brief and to the point as possible. Due to multiple circumstances, including the hastily-made and unstable nature of this universe, every timeline of it is simultaneously nullifying itself. The Scribes – I believe you're aware of them – are being dismantled, and that is expediting this process. This village happened to be a particularly unstable point, and was deleted first. I have relocated your friends that did not escape to another universe, though their memories have had to be altered, as it wouldn't be good for anyone if they remembered and tried to find this place again – it would simply end in disappointment and perhaps even the creation of a new one, and neither are particularly good.<
>What do you mean their memories were altered?<
>They will not remember any of their experiences here, nor their life before coming here. The process used isn't well studied. If it's any consolation, they are all safe.<
>...WHA-<
>Yes, I know that's a lot to take in, but I'm not done just yet. You're Eariskvendtea, yes? Your world started in this universe long before it was created. The details behind that aren't important, however since your worlds are native to this universe and not particularly unstable, I can move the planets to another universe. I intend to move you back there, and move it to a new universe as well.<
>Th...Why are you telling me this and not just bleaching my brain too?<
>Well, to make a long story short, you're the last ones that need to be moved, and the one doing the metaphorical bleaching is being difficult about it.<
>...<
--
>If it's any consolation, they are all safe.<
>What kind of konsolation is that?! You'v erased their entire lives!<
>Not exactly. More overwritten. It's possible for them to remember, but for the sake of themselves, I hope that if they do, they don't try to reconnect across universes, or worse yet, make another like this. You see what's happening to this one.<
>Why didn't you just tell everyone “hey making a new univers is a bad idea, don't do that.” instead of mind-wiping them? Won't this make them more likely to repeat the mistake?<
>The calculations say otherwise, and I've learned to trust the calculations, despite how fickle the calculator can be... Now, on to the issue of the Ateros.<
>What about us?<
>As I said, the Scribes are being dismantled.<
>Oh.<
>Yes, you see the issue. Without a power source you'll be rendered inert. Well, since I am responsible for the Scribes and by extension responsible for you existing in this state, I'm willing to make some alterations. I can either edit you to connect you to a new power source, or return you to being Eariskvendtea. Ybbndagg and you would remain fused, but you would once again have an organic body.<
>...Yes.<
>Well, that was simple.<
>This body has been almost nothing but trouble since I got it. And besides... Sylrein is organik and I wouldn't feel right not aging nekst to her.<
>So you're saying you want to become mortal to spend your life with me? How sweet.<
>Don't ruin this.<
>Very well. I suppose I should warn you that Wrybdeac chose to stay as an Ateros.<
>I can't blame her. She's never not been one.<
>I'm okay with it as long as she's okay with my desision.<
--
“Sribawhn? SRIBAWHN! WAKE UP GODSDAMNIT.”
Samhain's robes didn't respond.
“THE POWER IS GONE! WHAT DID YOU DO?! EVERYTHING WAS WORKING OUT. EVERYTHING WA-”
Samhain and the empty Ateros shell where the soul of Sribawhn had been only moments before were consumed by a column of light. Sheinam watched as the demon, or whatever it had been, who'd taken his life away was jerked back to the Void where it came from, and he smiled, gleefully awaiting his next life as he felt his memories change.
Sribawhn, on the other hand, was not awaiting his next life. He chose to remain as he was – an Ateros, as he'd always been, but before the memory wiping hit him he'd escaped to Plan B, the small animal-like chimera Ateros he'd prepared some time ago to house his soul should anything go wrong. And then, using his remaining connection to the breaking Scribes, now fully his without Samhain hogging it, he skipped to the next universe over. He felt his connection to Konar the Seris, who'd been inhabiting the body of Heibegsyr Sheinam, fade as the dimensional and vectoral distance between them grew too great. Freedom. Not the way he had expected it to happen, but it would do in a pinch.
--
More universally-long pillars of burning light erupted over the surface of the planet, and many like it. These pillars continued to grow in number until the whole universe was bright with burning white light, and it rejoined the nothingness and everythingness of Limbo. The same process repeated with every timeline, even those which had already passed the point where it happened. But none were there to see it happen, asides from the watchful eyes of Eternals as they saw one of the practically infinite dark points in the empty whiteness fade to match the surroundings.
--
I must say this wasn't what I was expecting. The other timelines – Sribawhn and Sheinam betraying Konar, splitting up Samhain mentally, U's plans failing time and time again or succeeding, bringing an end to the looping. Ezvrael giving his life to seal away an empowered and maddened Sribawhn... So many possibilities, and yet these timelines never had a chance to play out. Oh, yes, Eltereavean and Ezvrael... They're fading fast due to the loss of the Scribes and their wounds from Samhain. I suppose it's partially my fault they ended up connected to the Scribes...
[???]
ǀ тнιηк тнιѕ ιѕ тнє єηɗ...
Wεʟʟ, I cαп'т ƨαч ıт'ƨ вεεп ғυп... Bυт тнαпκ чσυ, U, ғσя тнε тıмε чσυ ɢανε υƨ.
Hєн, α cσмρƖємєηт fяσм уσυ... ǀf U ωαѕ нєяє, ѕнє'ɗ нανє α нєαят αттαcк... ǀf ѕнє нαɗ α нєαят тσ αттαcк.
...
Dσ чσυ нανε αпч ғıпαʟ шσяɔƨ тσ тнε νσıɔ?
...Ƥєянαρѕ... Ɓυт ǀ вєƖιєνє ǀ'ƖƖ кєєρ тнєм тσ муѕєƖf...
Ɲσ σffєηѕє.
None taken. I'm afraid you'll have to live with Eltereavean knowing you've gone soft, Ezvrael.
Ɯнσ-?!
Just a visitor.
--
Wrybdeac, Sylrein, and Ebendach, their clothes torn and fur matted, stumbled out of the woods.
Sylrein was the first to speak up. “Finally! That took way too long. Next time we go camping, we're bringing a map!”
“Ther isn't a map to bring,” Ebendach pointed out, dropping the heavy backpack he'd been carrying to the ground. “From what I understand nobody bothered to make one.”
“Well that's stup-”
Before Sylrein could finish, the town in front of them erupted into a column of bright, burning white light.
“WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!”
“You'r asking me?”
“No! Rhetorical question!”
The group looked up, and saw that the pillar seemed to extend as far as the eye could see.
--
If you're so intent on leaving, please do one last thing.
I'm done with that! Done with all of this. Just... I have to go.
But the Scribes-
The G.O.D. don't work, end of story. There's nothing I can do to fix them, and the freeloaders taking all the energy can keep it.
People are abusing the power. Some without even realizing it. You caused this, you have to fix it.
You forget your involvement!
I'm not forgetting, however I don't know the first thing about meta-machinery.
Well then just dismantle them! I don't care. They weren't doing what they were intended to do anyway.
A Minor Universe was created with the energy and it's starting to collapse. The thing has collided with other Universes and people have been pulled in, not to mention the races that naturally evolved there after its Origin was retroactively created. They are our responsibility to fix. Both of us.
A Minor Universe? Seriously? Argh.... Just... Well what do you propose?
Since the pattern has been erratic and Tsyesia refused to analyze it, I'm unaware of which worlds all the races came from. I plan to move the inhabited native systems to a dead zone in a nearby universe, and when it collapses I'll move the non-natives somewhere else and have Tsyesia alter their Origin to fit in their new home.
So you aren't even going to try to get them back to their homes? Just search and destroy? Cut, edit, and paste? You'll completely rewrite their lives. That's just not right...
It's to maintai-
Yes, yes, the balance, the universal equilibrium, etcetera. Well, I can't stop you, so do whatever. Sorry I asked. Good luck getting her to agree to help you, though.
She already has.
WHAT? Well, colour me surprised... What color is surprised? I'd say a shade of orange... Ahem, well, I'll be going now. And don't try to search for me, because I'm not coming back!
...Good day, Augur.
Good day, Magister... I don't suppose you're going to call yourself something less standoffish when y- Oh. You're gone already. I'll get around to looking when I've dealt with our mess myself.
--
Wrybdeac awoke with a start. She felt woozy – something no machine had any right in feeling. “Eben...? Syl...?”
“We'r here,” Ebendach responded from the left. “You kollapsed again. That power pak is almost out, so we'r going to hav to figure out something soon...”
“That won't be easy,” Sylrein chimed in, “considering the whole village is locked behind some kind of ass-holy light barrier or whatever that is.”
“Aren't I supposed to be the pessimist?”
“Yes. I'm being very optimistic here – our chance of happening to find another huge, charged battery pack on the outskirts is slim, but I'm sure we can figure it out... I hope...”
The rest of the conversation was lost to Wryb as she slipped in and out of conciousness for the next few minutes.
...
“-upposed to do?”
...
“We kan't just lea-”
...
“have to look-”
...
“-ight back. Enochi-”
...
“-ay here with Wr-”
...
...
...
“Oh, you'r awake again. Sylrein's looking for a way to help you, but I... hav to konsider the possibility that she won't find anything of use. We'r inkompatibl, but I think we might hav to try and konnekt with eachother so you kan use my power.”
“Th-thas way too dangerush...” Wryb stammered, trying to clutch her head to keep it upright but missing, “to both of us...”
“The other option is you permanently loosing your link and being forsed to stay hooked up to a giant battery for the rest of your life. And I mean bigger than the one on your bak. You'd be konfined to a room forever.”
“...”
“Wrybdeak?... Asleep again... Sylrein... Hurry up...”
--
There was nothing. It seemed nothing had been outside the radius of the strange column. “Damnit damnit damnit damnit damnit!” Sylrein yelled, punching a tree repeatedly. She looked over at the column, burning its way into her retinas. That was going to be the only way to help Wryb, and the only way to see if everyone else was okay, or at least alive. She started slowly, reaching out with her mind to the column of light. Nothing, not even the pressure of protected minds. She pushed harder. Nothing... Until a single mind appeared. Except it was four? But it was also two? To her surprise, it, or they, reached out to her instead, and her defences crumpled like a wet paper wall.
>Hello, Sylrein. I am... The Augur of Equilibrium. Forgive me if that sounds pretentious, I have many different names but none are quite correct, so the title will have to do.<
>What... What are you?<
>That would take a long time to explain. Or perhaps a very short time. Either way, it isn't worth it to try to do so. The same is true for the current predicament, so I'll make this as brief and to the point as possible. Due to multiple circumstances, including the hastily-made and unstable nature of this universe, every timeline of it is simultaneously nullifying itself. The Scribes – I believe you're aware of them – are being dismantled, and that is expediting this process. This village happened to be a particularly unstable point, and was deleted first. I have relocated your friends that did not escape to another universe, though their memories have had to be altered, as it wouldn't be good for anyone if they remembered and tried to find this place again – it would simply end in disappointment and perhaps even the creation of a new one, and neither are particularly good.<
>What do you mean their memories were altered?<
>They will not remember any of their experiences here, nor their life before coming here. The process used isn't well studied. If it's any consolation, they are all safe.<
>...WHA-<
>Yes, I know that's a lot to take in, but I'm not done just yet. You're Eariskvendtea, yes? Your world started in this universe long before it was created. The details behind that aren't important, however since your worlds are native to this universe and not particularly unstable, I can move the planets to another universe. I intend to move you back there, and move it to a new universe as well.<
>Th...Why are you telling me this and not just bleaching my brain too?<
>Well, to make a long story short, you're the last ones that need to be moved, and the one doing the metaphorical bleaching is being difficult about it.<
>...<
--
>If it's any consolation, they are all safe.<
>What kind of konsolation is that?! You'v erased their entire lives!<
>Not exactly. More overwritten. It's possible for them to remember, but for the sake of themselves, I hope that if they do, they don't try to reconnect across universes, or worse yet, make another like this. You see what's happening to this one.<
>Why didn't you just tell everyone “hey making a new univers is a bad idea, don't do that.” instead of mind-wiping them? Won't this make them more likely to repeat the mistake?<
>The calculations say otherwise, and I've learned to trust the calculations, despite how fickle the calculator can be... Now, on to the issue of the Ateros.<
>What about us?<
>As I said, the Scribes are being dismantled.<
>Oh.<
>Yes, you see the issue. Without a power source you'll be rendered inert. Well, since I am responsible for the Scribes and by extension responsible for you existing in this state, I'm willing to make some alterations. I can either edit you to connect you to a new power source, or return you to being Eariskvendtea. Ybbndagg and you would remain fused, but you would once again have an organic body.<
>...Yes.<
>Well, that was simple.<
>This body has been almost nothing but trouble since I got it. And besides... Sylrein is organik and I wouldn't feel right not aging nekst to her.<
>So you're saying you want to become mortal to spend your life with me? How sweet.<
>Don't ruin this.<
>Very well. I suppose I should warn you that Wrybdeac chose to stay as an Ateros.<
>I can't blame her. She's never not been one.<
>I'm okay with it as long as she's okay with my desision.<
--
“Sribawhn? SRIBAWHN! WAKE UP GODSDAMNIT.”
Samhain's robes didn't respond.
“THE POWER IS GONE! WHAT DID YOU DO?! EVERYTHING WAS WORKING OUT. EVERYTHING WA-”
Samhain and the empty Ateros shell where the soul of Sribawhn had been only moments before were consumed by a column of light. Sheinam watched as the demon, or whatever it had been, who'd taken his life away was jerked back to the Void where it came from, and he smiled, gleefully awaiting his next life as he felt his memories change.
Sribawhn, on the other hand, was not awaiting his next life. He chose to remain as he was – an Ateros, as he'd always been, but before the memory wiping hit him he'd escaped to Plan B, the small animal-like chimera Ateros he'd prepared some time ago to house his soul should anything go wrong. And then, using his remaining connection to the breaking Scribes, now fully his without Samhain hogging it, he skipped to the next universe over. He felt his connection to Konar the Seris, who'd been inhabiting the body of Heibegsyr Sheinam, fade as the dimensional and vectoral distance between them grew too great. Freedom. Not the way he had expected it to happen, but it would do in a pinch.
--
More universally-long pillars of burning light erupted over the surface of the planet, and many like it. These pillars continued to grow in number until the whole universe was bright with burning white light, and it rejoined the nothingness and everythingness of Limbo. The same process repeated with every timeline, even those which had already passed the point where it happened. But none were there to see it happen, asides from the watchful eyes of Eternals as they saw one of the practically infinite dark points in the empty whiteness fade to match the surroundings.
--
I must say this wasn't what I was expecting. The other timelines – Sribawhn and Sheinam betraying Konar, splitting up Samhain mentally, U's plans failing time and time again or succeeding, bringing an end to the looping. Ezvrael giving his life to seal away an empowered and maddened Sribawhn... So many possibilities, and yet these timelines never had a chance to play out. Oh, yes, Eltereavean and Ezvrael... They're fading fast due to the loss of the Scribes and their wounds from Samhain. I suppose it's partially my fault they ended up connected to the Scribes...
[???]
ǀ тнιηк тнιѕ ιѕ тнє єηɗ...
Wεʟʟ, I cαп'т ƨαч ıт'ƨ вεεп ғυп... Bυт тнαпκ чσυ, U, ғσя тнε тıмε чσυ ɢανε υƨ.
Hєн, α cσмρƖємєηт fяσм уσυ... ǀf U ωαѕ нєяє, ѕнє'ɗ нανє α нєαят αттαcк... ǀf ѕнє нαɗ α нєαят тσ αттαcк.
...
Dσ чσυ нανε αпч ғıпαʟ шσяɔƨ тσ тнε νσıɔ?
...Ƥєянαρѕ... Ɓυт ǀ вєƖιєνє ǀ'ƖƖ кєєρ тнєм тσ муѕєƖf...
Ɲσ σffєηѕє.
None taken. I'm afraid you'll have to live with Eltereavean knowing you've gone soft, Ezvrael.
Ɯнσ-?!
Just a visitor.