Ad Meliora

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Ad Meliora

Post by Jabonicus » Fri Sep 21, 2018 7:34 pm

The desert air was a burning breeze, carrying upon it shards of sand which beat against the flesh in a heated torch, as if to sear what it touched by the glory and grace of the sun. By night, however, the wind only grew stronger, but the heat faded and hid from the stars as the sun above fell beyond sight, replaced by the bone-sapping cold. The wind-sheared waves of sand were starved of heat, and seemed to try to pull it from whatever walked the sands at night. Civilization was just a short walk away, yet just out of sight and instead the untouched ecosystem was all that could catch the eye, illuminated by stars and little else.

Why had Rorik strayed this far? It didn't matter, the desert did not cease to exist simply because he ceased witnessing it. It would carry on its charted course whether or not the human watched the shifting sands. Perhaps that was why he had come here, because of the solitude of it, how nothing here relied on here and nothing here asked for him to speak up. Or perhaps he was here for some other reason, regardless, there was only a handful of things he would know.

This expanse was known by locals and was named very aptly, dubbed Carved Bone Valley, yet only a handful of beasts who tread local sounds could be considered dangerous, none of which held the capacity for ambush. The dry air brushed through, and on it, the faint smell of salt.
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Post by Jack Pine » Fri Sep 21, 2018 9:25 pm

Rorik trudged through sand, feeling the warm granules in his boots, and up the pant legs of his jeans. A hot rifle on his back as his hooded coat flapped gently behind him. With the hood worn on his head to keep the sun out of his silver eyes, he scanned the sands. With moist hand, he gently tugged on the soaked through white t-shirt he wore.

"This is the last fucking time I get directions from a scavenger.", he grumbled as he waded through what felt like a hot sea of sand. Pulling his canteen for a drink, he found it disappointingly empty, not even a drip. "Wonderful."

Even with his bare minimum of possessions on him, Rorik was gradually feeling the weight more. Seeming to slowly gain more as he questioned choosing this course of action.
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Post by Jabonicus » Fri Sep 21, 2018 9:34 pm

Of the yellow sand and inky sky, colors were muted with their cyan haze with the illumination of the stars. Though it had been some time since the sun had set, it was clear that it would be some time still before it reclaimed its throne in the sky. Yet, despite the odd hour, something shone light into Rorik's eyes, as if lights were beginning to dance far against the horizon. It was no sun, no close star that brought heat, but instead a flurry of colors like some misplaced aurora that had gotten lost in the same manner as Rorik. They started as specks, barely even recognizable, enough to be seen yet small enough to be questioned about if anything had been set at all, but quickly they grew, tendrils of their rainbow reaching across the skies in shades of cyan and violet, magenta and lime.

As their lights over minutes began to paint the sky, so did the ground reflect them, imprints and reflections even though no such sand should reflect what they were. Against all reason and sense, the world was bright, an anomalous event that would have left more primitive folk fretting over omens and prophecies for years. The wind only picked up speed, and the smell of salt grew stronger.

And then, just at the edge of his vision, a figure was apparent. She did not simply appear nor did she move there form somewhere else. It seemed as odd as the rest of the events, but it felt as if he simply overlooked her, despite being in plain sight. Had the light revealed her, or was some greater trickery at foot? It was difficult to say, but the feminine figure did not falter from the very edge of his sight.
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Post by Jack Pine » Fri Sep 21, 2018 10:39 pm

The man was having a hard time understanding just what his eyes were seeing. These beautiful lights which seemed to emanate from some unseen source beyond the horizon. It was captivating to say the least, a sight he had never expected to see.

That distracted train of thought was halted as the figure registered to him. Quickly focusing towards it, the surprise of such a out of nowhere appearance almost startling. "Wha-, who's there?"
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Post by Jabonicus » Sat Sep 22, 2018 5:51 pm

The figure at first appeared to be some human woman, but as the figure slowly strode forward toward him, what little could be used to describe it faded from 'human' to 'humanoid.' The distant auroras and the light reflecting from the unnatural sand gave sight to the odd figure, and the even more bizarre appearance she held. She was nude, not a drape of cloth covering her, but given the rest of her, nude could barely be given a meaning given a lack of genitalia or anything resembling such. It seemed that she bore little flesh, instead her thin body was covered in warp but directed wood, a pale white color. If it was an outfit or costume, it was certain a high quality one, as the wood stretched and warped from her head to her feet, as if there were no breaks for the outfit to come apart. In the wooden flesh, some cracks formed and shifted, as if they were breathing, a pale red color emanating from within.

The more her figure was gazed upon, the more unnatural it seemed. She stood quite tall, her stature leaving her at least a foot above Rorik, and the source of this height seemed proportional, her torso a bit too long, her legs and arms just a tad too lanky. Her hands were wooden as well, ending in sharp points of claws, though her feet ended in hooves filled with porous holes. Her legs were digitigrade, and perhaps the most striking, two large antlers burst from her forehead, pointed and jagged in almost perfect symmetry. Her hair flowed as if she were underwater, exaggerated and flowing with every motion she took. Below her hair, a plain white mask covered what would be her face, smooth, rounded, and ending with a point right at her chin. Three lines split the middle, and six eyes glared out at him from perfectly cut holes, each eye its own striking color. There was no mouth, and given the location of her eyes, it seemed hard to imagine where one would be.

She stopped her slow motion several feet away, and her eyes met his, though they did not blink. His question went unanswered for some time as she merely regarded him with a foreign intelligence. "Rorik." She solemnly stated. Her voice was loud, though it oddly seemed as if it did not come from her, instead echoing about from many directions at once. Her tone felt matronly, as if she spoke to a child. "Rorik." She repeated once more.
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Post by Jack Pine » Tue Sep 25, 2018 4:19 pm

The man was completely shocked, both at this feminine being's appearance, and at knowing his name. A name he shared with few, and never uttered to another soul.

"Y-yes, I am. H-how do you know my n-name?", Rorik said trying to process this with a human mind. The motherly voice was the only indication of non-hostility, and even then it was in question. For how could something so inhuman, be judged by the standards of mortal men.

He fought the urge to run, but he stood his ground. Fear, tension, awe, suspense, and confusion filled him. Even if he ran, Rorik doubted he'd get far, given how the being had so suddenly managed to appear.
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Post by Jabonicus » Wed Sep 26, 2018 9:22 am

The being regarded him carefully with its wide, unnatural eyes, tilting its head slowly as if to inspect him from a better angle. "I know the dead." Her matronly tone remained, but the way she said it seemed so matter-of-factly, as if she were simply stating that she knew what color the sky was. Her head pulled back, and her hair shifted upward as if she were sinking in some invisible liquid. "Or perhaps, those that are not alive." She clarified as she began to walk once more, this time a slow pace, in a circle around Rorik, her face turning away, though the three eyes that were still visible remained locked on him. Each step audibly crushed the sand beneath it, though left vague and unconvincing footprints, which seemed to fade as seconds passed.

The lights did not slow, and in fact became more vibrant, and if he focused it almost seemed as if the sky itself was painting some elaborate mural. Shifting figures and vague glimpses into something, people and places that weren't quite right, and most certainly were not of the world around them.
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Post by Jack Pine » Thu Sep 27, 2018 3:12 am

Rorik felt a wave of unease come over his body. One that gave him an almost nauseous feeling. What had it meant that it knows the dead? He was alive, wasn't he?

The lights and vague visions in the sky were so surreal. It was as if he wasn't even in the desert anymore, but some place caught between reality, and a dream world. They had distracted him for a moment, his mind spinning.

"I don't understand. I are trying to say I am one of the dead? But, how can that be? I was alive, standing on my own two feet, and my heart beats.", he said calmly, but with a hint of pleading.
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Post by Jabonicus » Thu Sep 27, 2018 11:23 am

"Your heart beats." She repeated after him in the same matronly tone, but there was a hint of something else in her voice, as if she were trying to teach a child something but did not have the vocabulary to properly express it. "And you are not dead." Her circling strides suddenly came to a halt, and she turned to him, quickly closing the gap between them, mere inches left in vacancy as she stopped, staring down at him with her superior height and foreign eyes. "But you are most certainly not alive." Her tone grew sour, talking down to Rorik with a disdainful aura. Yet, the wave of hostility faded as quickly as it came, and her head tilted once more.

"But you don't understand." A much quieter approach, and in the moment it seemed appropriate that she would reach out, express her emotion through her actions or to grab him or something, yet she remained still, the only things moving being her many eyes as they followed him, and her flowing hair, the wood of her body as still as the trees they appeared to be. "How you can be alive if you haven't lived?" She paused, and the sound of groaning wood was audible as her chest shifted, as if she was taking a deep breath, and indeed for a moment it felt as if there was no air for Rorik to breath, though it returned in a cold rush of breeze.

"I can see it in you, the grim outlook not only in your life but in your essence. To ashamed to be that even your own name is beyond your worth. Tell me, Rorik, if you do not deserve your name, do you deserve life?"
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Post by Jack Pine » Thu Sep 27, 2018 9:39 pm

It became so clear in those few words what it meant now. He may be living and breathing, but he was not living. And that brought tears to his eyes. Why had it taken a being of unworldy awe, and surreal appearance. To tell him that he wasn't much more then a shambling corpse, or a puppet with no strings to the puppeteer that was his soul.

He had been so dead set on ceasing to be a person the day he lost everything. Having had the will to live beaten out of him, and denied the right to die with the others. Shame was what he had felt, at having a name that others had lost the right to carry.

His shoulders slumped as the fear left him, and in its place, only the cold hand of regret. The being had done no more then breath, and yet, it was a slap that brought clarity he had been denying.

"Your right. Your completely right. I'm not living.", he said trying to keep the emotion out of his voice.
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Post by Jabonicus » Sat Sep 29, 2018 9:22 pm

"Then I offer-" For the first time her arms shifted, a hand moving forward as if to offer itself to Rorik. "An opportunity to change that, if you so wish." The matronly voice was present in full swing, like a parent cooing at their child after they had scraped a knee. It was cautiously warm, a verbal hug in the grim cold. "A chance, to be more, to see who you can be." She paused, hand outstretched, eyes glued to Rorik in all their alien glory. It was clear what it meant, if he took her hand it would cement the offer, and send him forward on this path such an unworldly being had offered him. "You may think all you like about the offer, but you must answer here. This is not something offered twice." Even if he wanted to, something was clear, if he were to walk away from this womanly being, he would never find her again, nor the likes of her.

Not a word of something like this beyond vague and generic paranormal stories even came close to this, even if he did find others who experienced this thing it would do little to help him. Would others who had met her have similar experiences? Would they share woeful regret of denying her chance or show gratitude that they had taken it? It was impossible to tell, but the routes before him were clear.

Take the offer.

Or walk away.

There would be no second guessing.
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Post by Jack Pine » Wed Oct 03, 2018 12:00 am

Rorik looked to her eyes, then to the hand. As if to wonder what choice he would make, he even looked to his own. With only a moment to think, he took the hand. "Yes, I'm ready to live again.", The man said as if to cement the choice to himself.

He had no idea where they were going, only where he had been. In his minds eye, he also saw who he used to be, who he was now, and who he could be. The choice was a leap of faith, and one he for once prayed in his mind would give him purpose again. A feeling of worth to the name he was born with, and the life his parents had given him.
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Post by Jabonicus » Wed Oct 03, 2018 12:56 pm

There was no reaction on the being as he agreed, assuming any reaction could properly be seen. Given how long she had been in his vision, something else was slowly becoming apparent, not in any sense of clarity, but simply a sudden realization of perspective. The way her body looked was solid, there was no doubt about that, but the way the light hit his eyes and the odd feeling his eyes sent his brain, it felt as if he was looking at some illusion. The most comparable feeling would be the pieces of art that changed shape and color as you walked around it, yet no matter how she had moved around him she remained the same. It was the simple uncertain feeling that lingered in his eyes.

There was no time to contemplate it though, no time to think on it or question it, as he had taken her hand, and in turn, her hand had taken him. He would be forced to watch in helpless voyeur as the wooden flesh that covered her body spread to his like a hypervirus, overtaking his hand in a mere second, and spread across his arm and the rest of his body in equivalent speed. It spread over his chest, legs, everything, sparing his face the longest as her eyes peered into his. He could feel his body within the restricting tomb, stuck in place, and unlike the arbor flesh she bore, what covered him was inanimate, refusing to move to his will, and no matter how much he pulled and yanked away, her hand held him there, until he was a statue with a human face, the encroaching wood still inching over him. "Be warned, Rorik, for you may not know when you were truly happy until the moment has passed." With those words, echoing from the wood itself, the wood consumed him, and his eyes went dark.

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It was hard to say what exactly happened, whether he had passed out or simply lost time, but all in a moment he was in his body once more, in an unfamiliar place surrounding by unfamiliar noises. This was not where he passed out, and this was not where he had been going. He was in the same clothes, which felt slightly damp, and he was laying against a cloth bench in a very dark room. At first the darkness was all encroaching, leaving him blind, but as his eyes adapted to the darkness things would become more clear, though still muted in color. The bench was one of many laid against the wall, in a similar style to a public transit station, and aside from the flat ground, the walls and floor were an oblong round shape. Given the style of it all, it could be apt to say that he was in some sort of a metro system of even a larger space station that required such transit stations.

Closed and latched gates covered the exit closest to him, a dark and empty path beyond it filled with wires and bent rails that faded into the nothingness of blindness. The other was a small walkway, equally dark, but other than there being one exit, the only other notable thing of the station was its odd level of disrepair, as if one day everyone cleaned up their garbage and left. There was rust and a lack of maintenance but it couldn't be said that there was garbage either. He was alone, that much was certain, and the chill, yet still air was filled with the distant and hollow hum of some ancient machinery, possibly the still active air filters.

He was alone.
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Post by Jack Pine » Sat Oct 06, 2018 3:28 pm

Rorik woke up with a shudder, the things that had happened to him just before blacking out, still frighteningly fresh in his mind. The man jerked to a sitting position on the bench with a sharp intake or breath. He felt like he had just woken from a nightmare.

That was, until he actually looked around, and felt the cool air. "Wha-what? Where the hell am I?", he said aloud to no one in particular.

Standing up, Rorik put his jacket back on. Finding it a heated burden in the desert, he was now extremely thankful for it in this cold place. Looking around the dark platform, he felt lost, the darkness rather a mix between inviting and foreboding. He decided to walk to the gate and test it, before deciding his options.
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Post by Jabonicus » Sun Oct 07, 2018 9:53 pm

Each step in the odd structure echoed out in a hollow sense, muted by nothing but the thickness of the slowly shifting air. There was no familiarity about the place, though the purpose of the area seemed fairly clear, the design and age of the structure contradicted it, leaving it in a bothersome, unfamiliar area. As Rorik approached the gate, he'd find it latched in many places, most of the locks electronic and set to remain sealed when unpowered. Given the lack of any lights, it would be safe to assume that they lacked power. If emergency power was being used to keep the air running, but not the lights, locks on such a pathway seemed like an unlikely resource to be powered.

Such an assumption, given he had it, would prove correct, those his hands would shift the large gate slightly, the many locks that held it in place resisted, and the shutter of metal briefly croaked through the air, before passing into nothing against the thick air.

Something would catch his eye as he stood at the locked gate, however. On the other side, as he could expect were rails of some automated system, but he could see something standing among the rails. It was as if there were dozens of outlines, vague shapes of people that shifted and shuttered unnaturally. The figures were dark, and shivered as if struck by a chill. If he laid his eyes on any given one and focused, it would vanish, though the ones in his peripheral persisted. In their vague design it was hard to tell much more than human shape, but thankfully it seemed that they all existed only on the other side of the gate. Despite their presence, they didn't seem to make a noise.
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Post by Jack Pine » Fri Oct 12, 2018 11:38 pm

The......what would call them....apparitions? The sense they were there was unmistakable, and powerfully unsettling. He was taking a step back from the gate out of instinct, one driven by mute fear. This place was unnatural feeling, and....out of place. If he were a superstitious man, he'd think he was in Limbo, or worse Hell. But Rorik had not take to any of the gods in years.

Unsure of what would happen, the man unslung his rifle. It was done more for a sense of security, something that felt familiar. But he raised it, bringing the barrel up before pressing the switch for the built in underbarrel light.
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Post by Jabonicus » Mon Oct 15, 2018 10:49 pm

The click of the flashlight was a damning one.

While the station and its apparitions had accepted Rorik and his footsteps as part of the unnatural order, it seemed that he had just discovered the line they held. The moment the light of his flashlight hit an apparition, no matter how slight the contact, what he saw was no longer what was in front of him. The light shone right through the apparitions, as if they were nothing more than a trick of the eye, but Rorik would see no more than a glimpse of this reality before something else took his eyes, something far more sinister.

What overtook his vision was a cloudy series of images, like a dream ran through a slide projector. He stood where he did then, in the middle of the transit station next to the large gate, although in the visions he saw the gate was no present, either nonexistent or simply tucked away, instead a large monorail tram shifted to a halt as crowds of unclear people climbed aboard. The station, unlike it was now, was clean and operational, the air filled with the static and incomprehensible murmur of crowds and the downpour of feet on the tile below. Each image was not 'alive,' instead a still, shifting forward frame by frame, skipping several seconds at least each time, though the noises seemed far more consistent. Very quickly, however, the odd recall of time lost its innocence as screams and cries of pain and confusion filled the air around him, ricocheting in his own head and increasing in volume.

The stills went on, and the crowds shifted and doubled over, as if they had all been simultaneously struck by something. There was no blood, but a liquid black that ran forth from orifices and melting the collapsed on the ground, many falling from the tram station to the rails below. The screams grew louder, and somehow a softer noise became apparent, the PA system sparking to life, not in alarm, but a simple message so stark in contrast with what was occurring. 'Please watch your step while boarding the monorail system.'

For the briefest of moments, Rorik would feel a tight binding in his chest, not dissimilar to anxiety. However, the tight ball, like an invisible hand had gripped his insides, began to twist, an uncomfortable emotion quickly growing into a legitimate pain and-

There was a loud pop, and the krinkling of glass underfoot. The flashlight of his gun had not only gone out, it had burst, and he was left in darkness once more. He was fine, aside from the experience he felt no pain nor had he moved an inch, and the apparitions continued their uncomfortable shifts and dazed motions, as if no event had occurred.
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Post by Jack Pine » Wed Oct 17, 2018 12:43 am

Shock, horror, despair, and awe had all been felt within a matter of moments. When it had ended, he simply leaned back and fell on his rear. As if all those things had made a physical wind that knocked him over. What he had just seen, was still hauntingly fresh in his mind, almost burned in. Had all those people....died?

The realization that it was darkness again brought him back from that dark train of thought. Scrambling, He collected his rifle and frantically flicked the switch. But it took only the first few clicks and to see the glass at his feet to realize a sudden fear. The light was gone, He was alone in the dark, and that something very wrong had happened here.

Getting up, Rorik held the rifle close to his chest, his hands shaky. "What the hell is this place?.....am I going die?", the man asked to no one in particular as he back pedaled.

Turning on his feet, Rorik began to run towards the only exit, desperate for a way out.
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His voice was a dull chime in the abandoned station, and it seemed as if the sound didn't even bother to echo, instead being muted as his voice was carried away from him. There was no response, no sign that anything had responded to him, much less had even heard him in the first place. His quickened footsteps shared the same silenced state, the brief thuds fading to nothing almost as quickly as they came. Other sounds did echo through, the still dim hum of some machinery still rang through the station, as well as distant and deep vibrations of some low rumble, which rose and fell without regularity or predictability.

As his running brought him to the corridor on the other side of the station, the path sloped downward, though it maintained a slope and lacked stairs or anything that could otherwise trip him. It was dark, darker than the previous room, but something ahead would catch his eye, shining a silver light in as if some gray moon was peering in through glass, or perhaps some light from an adjacent room. Whatever it was, it illuminated the fairly straight path, both near and far, and though he couldn't yet see what it was, he could see what the hallway hid. Numerous doors lined the sides, some appearing to be some manner of elevators and others potentially other routes or paths to other sections of the facility, but each and every door was closed, and the buttons or latches that would open them were sealed or non-responsive.

However, the light that gave brief solace to the otherwise abyssal halls came from something that was far from comforting. In the wall was a gaping hole, with several thick inches of metal between the inside and outside, but the hole did not lead to some other room or to some exterior exit, the massive hole that he could easily climb out of went to the nothingness of space.

There was a black void, the endless night that was space in its empty glory, distant stars glared with muted colors, but it was quite obvious that none of these things gave the light to the structure, whatever he could call it, that he now stood in. That iridescent glory could only be attributed to the star that took up most of his sight as looked out at the 'sky.' At least, it was what he could only describe as a star, considering any first glance would render it some bizarre brimstone planet that reflected no light and thus remained an eternal black, save for the spiderweb of shattering cracks and the horizon around it that gave off the silver glow that lit up the hole in the wall. Truth be told it looked more like a planet that was moments from bursting into pieces than an actual star, but no matter how much he stared at it, or how long he waited, not a single feature of the anomaly shifted, though it was difficult to tell whether or not it was simply inactive or frozen in time.

This was all of course ignoring the anomaly that greater effected Rorik, the fact that the massive hole in the wall that led out to space had absolutely no ill effects on him. He could still breath and the air still flowed, if anything there was quite a draft spurred by the hole in the shaft. Regardless, the pathway continued onward, assuming he followed it.
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Post by Jack Pine » Fri Nov 23, 2018 10:51 pm

Rorik was almost too filled with fear to even notice the state of the doors, but he had begun to frantically search for any clue in this place of darkness. His feet, although deafened by some unknown force, swiftly carried him. By now his grip was so tight on his rifle to the point of deep soreness, one the adrenaline helped him ignore.

As the silvered eyed man slowly stopped at the hole, his once fear panicked mind, only now found confusion. This place was so unnatural, it was like a surreal nightmare, as if falling to wonderland like Alice. Surely, if he saw a white rabbit now, it would not even register as any more abnormal. In a small way, he even longed for that. The world frozen above, seeming moments away from oblivion, wasn't helping. The breeze was oddly enough what broke him away from this train of thought, his focus turning to the path ahead.

He wasn't dead, time was as if frozen, and the area was shrouded in damnable darkness. Back behind him from where he came, was only a dead end. The way was forward, and the way was down, instilling a feeling as if he was on a trip to hell. But, he remembered the matronly being from before, who had almost an ethereal quality. Surely she would not send him there, but the truth would not be found here. So with wary steps, he continued ahead and down, to see what lay ahead.....in an uncertain future.
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Post by Jabonicus » Wed Nov 28, 2018 4:57 pm

The obliterated world passed out of sight as quickly as it came, the suffocating walls of ever growing darkness quickly retaking what would have been the starline. However, ripped shards of the station and its jagged ravines occasionally pulled through the metal, reintroducing the almost unnatural light back into the station. The rips and tears hardly felt natural, while their presence could easily be the result of structural collapse or debris from outside, many of the gashes seemed far too deliberate than to simply be the result of circumstance, especially given the sealed nature of the prior halls he had trekked through. Obviously oxygen was no concern, wherever he was was either contained in a bubble of it, or whatever state of being he was in simply didn't require it.

It didn't take long for the path to take him elsewhere. At the end of the sloped hallway was a door, bisected in two parts, with only one of them closed covering half of the walkway, the other open enough to easily slip through. An unnatural amount of light leaked from it, orange in nature unlike the pale glimmer of the outside. The room itself was quite large, and though it wasn't a solitary room it seemed to be more of one meant to be walked through. With his own experiences it would remind him of a security checkpoint, though all of its borders and rails had been put away a long time ago, much of what remained neatly stacked to one side corner, while much more had been strewn about in an oddly organized fashion. Blankets and mattresses stacked in one spot, and in another a security booth with its windows covered by thinner cloth, a closed door making it difficult to peer inside.

The room was bright, uncannily so, given how dark it was mere feet away in the hallway, as if the rooms light had some centralized nature to it. Perhaps light did not travel far, it would better explain the encroaching darkness of the place. The station clearly already defied other rules of existence. In the center of the room, about midway between the floor and ceiling was the light source, a swirling orb that seemed to lack any definitive shape. It lacked corners or curves, yet was most certainly not a circle, a swirling thing of an orange, iridescent liquid that granted the room a warmth of both temperature and light.

A sound came from the security booth, first the shuffling of feet, then a feminine hum that was just barely audible. It seemed, at last, that Rorik might yet not be alone.
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Re: Ad Meliora

Post by Jack Pine » Wed Nov 28, 2018 6:08 pm

Rorik had followed the path with a forced will to continue, this place defying any conception of normality. His mind found comfort in the only rationality that seemed to remain, and that was that up was still up, and down was still down. Having a discernible direction to go helped greatly, and the light at the end of the tunnel was a welcome sight. Not being too bulky made slipping through the opening, was simple as just turning sideways and shuffling through, the rifle in one hand as not to get stuck on the way through.

The glowing orange liquid, like that of some overpowered lava lamp, was the first thing to be noticed about the space. It certainly caused pause at it's foreign nature. The brunette man sweeped his gaze around the room briefly as he held the rifle with both hands again. His attention however was ripped to the booth as it became clear he wasn't alone. It caused him to be startled, giving a surprised yet quiet gasp. "Hello? Who's there?", Rorik asked as he slowly approached the door.
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Re: Ad Meliora

Post by Jabonicus » Fri Nov 30, 2018 4:24 pm

In this place, the rules disobeyed themselves and instead found new groves to dig their feet into. It seemed as if reality had shifted, and it was unclear if it would keep its grip on this shelf of existence or if it would once more tumble into something else and somewhere else, with new rules and directions. Perhaps the next tumble downward would even seek to take away what could be called up and down. After all, if it had already frozen the oblivion of a planet into the eerie 'star' outside, then who was to say where its reach ended? If this truly was some place out in the Universe, some secluded pocket outside of recorded starmaps, then such a thing could only mean that the matronly figure that had beckoned him forth could reach across space itself, to goad someone like him into taking her hand just to whisk him back to her lair, like some extra-dimensional ambush predator.

The question remained then, if she had reached out from this place to take his hand and only at his own agreement, what did she want, and why did she want it from him? If he had refused would she have faded into the desert night, or would she have dropped her facade and taken him through force? Little was apparent, yet the humming that came to an abrupt stop at his sudden questioning gave rose to someone who, for the first time since his arrival, may be able to answer just a few of his many potential questions.

The door did not wait for him to open, as the being on the other side pushed it open first, stepping through with cleft hooves. It was similar to the one that had first greeted him, and at first it would have been easy to mistake her for the shape of her body alone, if it were not for the charcoal color of her body, and the flesh itself being covered in thousands of small, flexing scales that shifted as she did, again covering anything that could remotely be considered nude. She lacked claws, and she was just a bit shorter than Rorik himself, as opposed to the leering height of the prior entity. Two horns jutted from the sides of her forehead, curved and pointed like those of a bull, pointing upward after a brief curve. The horns themselves were rather thick, but perhaps most differential was the lack of the mask that seemed to define the previous apparition, and instead a human-like, feminine face turned toward him, angled and distinctly lacking in maturity, somewhat covered by long and messy black hair that streamed to her shoulders.

She seemed to stare at him for several seconds, as if processing what was before her. Though such an act seemed to defeat its own purpose, as dirtied bandages covered her eyes, including patches of darkened black where her eyes themselves would be. "Oh." Her light voice rang as her stiff form loosened. "How cruel- I'm so sorry." There was genuine mourn in her voice, an empathy that echoed in the world around him, a brief and far too short wave of warmth in the otherwise cold and desolate station. "I believed her above taking a mirror to those without a face."
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Re: Ad Meliora

Post by Jack Pine » Wed Dec 26, 2018 1:32 pm

"What, I don't understand what you mean?", Rorik said a bit surprised by the door being opened first, bringing him face to face with this girl. He had never seen her race before, but that was a reminder of just how little he had explored other worlds. To be honest, it did not bother him, so he kept casual. "I uh, was pulled her by some being, and I have no idea where here is. I wasn't aware there were others here, but hopefully you know where here is?"

She was a comforting sight for the mere fact there was another living person here to talk to. He had learned to never judge others on appearance alone, otherwise he may have been startled. It was actually very intriguing, but there were more important things to worry about currently.
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Re: Ad Meliora

Post by Jabonicus » Sun Dec 30, 2018 10:22 pm

"She led you here, of course." She almost repeated the obvious, but it at least gave forth the idea that she at least knew who, or what, had taken Rorik in the first place. "After all, she's the only one who can. As for here? That's... Difficult." Her face contorted into one of brief discomfort. "Hard to think about. There are coordinates, but I don't know them. I don't know how she goes that far out so quickly, everything else is... A long ways away." A hand rubbed at her temple, and though she had only briefly mentioned it, it did seem to outright cause her discomfort to think about where 'here' was. "It's broken, but that's all I know." She shook her head, dirtied hair loosely shaking. It was hard to notice at first but each statement she spoke carried a brief emotion on the wind, a small pressure of tension in the air that vanished as quickly as it appeared along with the words she spoke.

"What species are you? I haven't seen one of your kind before. Uh, how many eyes do you have? Are you herbivores? What do your eyes look like?" A sudden flurry of questions, each carried a separate feeling to them, a lightness, a raw curiosity about them. "Do you have faces or did she take it? What did she tell you when you met her?" There were a lot of questions, sudden and not all of them seemed to quite make sense, perhaps Rorik wasn't the only one who had missed company.
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Re: Ad Meliora

Post by Jack Pine » Thu Jan 03, 2019 6:17 pm

"I have a face, my eyes are silver, and there are two of them. I'm human, which are omnivores, and my name is Rorik Neserwin. As for what she said, in short she offered me a way to learn to live.", He answered with a small grin, oddly enough enjoying the voracious curiosity. To be honest, he hadn't openly talked with someone in a long time, and whether it was meeting the matronly being, or the oddity of this place he found this the conversation refreshing.

"If you don't mind me asking, but what about you? I'd like to know your name, I'd feel bad not to ask after such a friendly greeting.", Rorik asked politely rubbing the back of his neck a bit. Where he had been tense, having company helped to relieve that, and he hoped she would be in his company while he was here.
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Post by Jabonicus » Thu Jan 17, 2019 9:47 pm

As he spoke, the distant in them turned into something close, almost standard for two people holding a normal conversation, though little was truly normal about it. She began to reach out, as if to touch his face with outstretched fingers, but caught herself before the action would be seen as, in her mind, too invasive. She could clearly tell where he was, but that could just be because he was talking. His actual traits however seemed to be beyond her, which her missing eyes could easily explain. "Human? I... No, I haven't see any before." She reiterated, though the knowledge seemed to at least please some part of her curiosity for the moment.

"I am... Helemaki. I've been here for... A long time, I don't know how long it's been. I know things move differently here, might not be that long at all. I've been a lot of places, but they don't all feel... Accurate." There were a lot of thoughts, as if she was pulling them from different places. Or, simply being a different... Being, she may be thinking differently. "Things must be confusing, I'm sure. Things here are always confusing for people new, but one thing that always helps is what the elder-man always said. Things here don't follow natural rules, but they do follow unnatural ones." She turned, taking a few timid steps away into the center of the open space. "They may not follow... Traditional ideas or logic, but there is a logic to them. He was... Much better at figuring those out, especially once I couldn't see both ways." The way she deftly moved about was odd, something else besides an alien gait.

"What have you seen so far? What do you know?"
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