[Preshow] The Lobby and the Park
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A flash, a miss-step, and the young wizard was on his behind before he could accurately understand what was going on.
The first thing that came to mind however, was the strange unfamiliar room he was in... He looked down, and felt the unfamiliar stone... Or something that allowed his travel here.
He couldn't understand it... Fascinating...
With his eyes glued to the walls, and ceiling he absentmindedly explored this... He didn't even know what to call it, amazing..
With a mind focused on how he could learn more he continued to roam the halls
The first thing that came to mind however, was the strange unfamiliar room he was in... He looked down, and felt the unfamiliar stone... Or something that allowed his travel here.
He couldn't understand it... Fascinating...
With his eyes glued to the walls, and ceiling he absentmindedly explored this... He didn't even know what to call it, amazing..
With a mind focused on how he could learn more he continued to roam the halls
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Before understanding completely what was going on, the teleporter suddenly made John Connor and the T-800 appear both WITH CLOTHES.
John blinked, the way things worked at home, when Skynet or he sent off his soldiers to the past or future, they had to go without clothing or anything on them or risk being burned to a crisp by the time travel device.
Both John and the terminator were both kneeling for a second as they pushed themselves up fully expecting to be naked.
John frowned, “That is something I didn’t expect to happen.”
The T-800 looked around scanning for any full danger, keeping a gun nearby. “Take it slow, John. I detect many others a fair distance from here.”
John was silent and kept a weapon nearby.
So much for “No fate in what we make for ourselves.”
The lobby around the area intrigued the soldier. This place teemed to the brims full of life, something his world had once had. Even the false stars above made him homesick for a better time without the war against the machines..
The terminator next to him didn’t show any interest in changing its mission at any time to terminate John, right? Who knew?
Connor’s mind flashed with a mix of screaming, PTSD and intrigue. His dreams always were odd in some way but who knew to be honest anymore.
Connor stood against a tree, standing there for what seemed like a second.
He let a simple word leave his lips.
No telling if it was a PTSD episode, flashback or a war mix.
John blinked, the way things worked at home, when Skynet or he sent off his soldiers to the past or future, they had to go without clothing or anything on them or risk being burned to a crisp by the time travel device.
Both John and the terminator were both kneeling for a second as they pushed themselves up fully expecting to be naked.
John frowned, “That is something I didn’t expect to happen.”
The T-800 looked around scanning for any full danger, keeping a gun nearby. “Take it slow, John. I detect many others a fair distance from here.”
John was silent and kept a weapon nearby.
So much for “No fate in what we make for ourselves.”
The lobby around the area intrigued the soldier. This place teemed to the brims full of life, something his world had once had. Even the false stars above made him homesick for a better time without the war against the machines..
The terminator next to him didn’t show any interest in changing its mission at any time to terminate John, right? Who knew?
Connor’s mind flashed with a mix of screaming, PTSD and intrigue. His dreams always were odd in some way but who knew to be honest anymore.
Connor stood against a tree, standing there for what seemed like a second.
He let a simple word leave his lips.
No telling if it was a PTSD episode, flashback or a war mix.
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Just what the hell had Elise gotten him into? This was the question that Strazio was trying to answer as he read through a pamphlet titled - "The Abyss and you: A love story.". Nearby, a Syntech branded granola bar sat half-uneaten on the picnic table beside him. He was impressed; hours ago he was on the verge of bleeding out, now he was just really fuckin' hungry. Syntech had done a miraculous job of patching him up, there wasn't even a scar where Ramley had shot him.
Of course, they didn't help him out of the goodness of their hearts. This was something he learned the hard way by trying to leave once he was healed. They persuaded him to stay with words, by beating them into his stubborn fucking head. While this pissed him off in a way that most things pissed him off, he figured fair was fair. Without them he would've died. Participating in their event was the least he could do. So he ate his granola, read the pamphlet, and resolved himself to take a shit on Ramley's grave once he got out.
He focused on reading the pamphlet and fantasizing about post-mortem revenge because there was one glaring unknown that he didn't want to think about. Still, it crept into his idle thoughts. As invisible, but present as someone silently reading over his shoulder. He hadn't killed Ramley, something else had. Those three emerald eyes lurking in some liminal part of his psyche had acted through him and ripped the man apart. Whatever was inside of him wasn't magick, this much he knew for certain. No, it was some other entity with a form derived from something wholly alien to Strazio. And that made him sick.
Of course, they didn't help him out of the goodness of their hearts. This was something he learned the hard way by trying to leave once he was healed. They persuaded him to stay with words, by beating them into his stubborn fucking head. While this pissed him off in a way that most things pissed him off, he figured fair was fair. Without them he would've died. Participating in their event was the least he could do. So he ate his granola, read the pamphlet, and resolved himself to take a shit on Ramley's grave once he got out.
He focused on reading the pamphlet and fantasizing about post-mortem revenge because there was one glaring unknown that he didn't want to think about. Still, it crept into his idle thoughts. As invisible, but present as someone silently reading over his shoulder. He hadn't killed Ramley, something else had. Those three emerald eyes lurking in some liminal part of his psyche had acted through him and ripped the man apart. Whatever was inside of him wasn't magick, this much he knew for certain. No, it was some other entity with a form derived from something wholly alien to Strazio. And that made him sick.
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The Library was quickly turning into the exact opposite kind of environment that Elise wanted to find herself in at the moment. Between the boiling alpha bitch soup in one corner, and fussy pricks in another, there was almost no point in seeking a quiet refuge here. The vampire ducked out as Azula, Roy and Malloki continued their inane bickering. She slipped around the corner of the entrance without a word.
It was at that moment that she felt a tug on her magical perception. Someone was triggering her Ephemeris curse response...Strazio. She could feel the weight of his soul dancing on the spiderweb of arcane leylines, and like an eager black widow, she scurried towards his location. He was easy enough to spot; a stark white candle of quiet anger burning amidst the flocks of passing sheeple. Now that he was fed, mended and rested he could immediately feel that he was not the enslaved dreg she had saved a few hours prior.
His eyes flicked up towards her with an instinctual, sharpened awareness. It may have given her pause in her approach, but the sheer enigma of his soul was too much for her curiosity to ignore. The vampire drew a chair out from his table as he chewed on his granola bar, resentfully eyeing her. She took a seat, and a moment passed.
"Hope you don't think I'm in your debt." Strazio grumbled, leering at her. Elise waved her hand dismissively and fiddled with the hem of her cloak.
"Nah dude. It's not like that. But you do have something I'm interested in." she sighed. The vampire grabbed a napkin off of the table and a small ink pen out of her left pocket - a wizard always had something to write with - and begin sketching a curious, circular pattern on the paper rag. Strazio recognized it as some foreign taxonomy of a magick circle, but the exact runes and angles were not familiar to him.
"This is your Ephemeris. It's basically a diagram of the physical and arcane patterns your essence makes-" Elise said before Strazio cut in.
"Yeah Luka said you did some kind of spell that gave you all of my details and shit. You're going to have to break that spell real damn fast." he snapped. Elise shot him a fiery, red-eyed glare.
"Boy, I am tryna help you. You're haunted and by something bad. I think you know that." Elise hissed back. The two held the other's glare for a moment, and simultaneously relented.
"Okay. So?" Strazio grunted. Elise pointed to a dense cluster - a tangle, really - of magical symbols, lines, along with a swarm of question marks she had scribbled on the napkin.
"It lives here, in your twelfth house...but it also stretches into the third. Some kind of psychic parasite, although...it doesn't hurt you as far as I can see. It just takes up space in your dormant magical circuits." Elise said. Strazio watched her finger as it traced along the paths that apparently illustrated what was wrong with him. What she was saying seemed to match up with how he felt, but...
"Where are you going with this? I already knew something was wrong with me. In me. Why the interest?" Strazio said, crunching on a fresh bite of granola. The question caused Elise to shift uncomfortably in her seat. Admittedly, it didn't make much sense from an outside perspective. Did she really feel like getting into her childhood? Her vampirism? The mysteries of where she came from...with this prick? Right before a militaristic battle royale, no less.
"It might have clues to something...I've been looking for. Big-time. I need you..." Elise said, slowly pointing a finger at him, "...to stay alive long enough for me to study it. Maybe I can even get it out of you. But we need time, and we're about to go to war. So. Whatever stupid color uniforms we end up wearing, same or different...I've got your back."
Elise pointed at the dense, arcane scribbles on the napkin.
"I need this."
Strazio drew his mouth into an impatient line. Of course she had something to gain from helping him; that was just how the world worked. Especially when it came to wizards and their research. He knew the type. God forbid she had just helped him out of the goodness of her heart.
"Well ain't I just a lucky son of a bitch." the magus scoffed. He sucked a few pulls of water from his Syntech canteen and stared at the small songbirds zipping through the umbrellas of the Lobby area. Another long silence crossed the table...
It was at that moment that she felt a tug on her magical perception. Someone was triggering her Ephemeris curse response...Strazio. She could feel the weight of his soul dancing on the spiderweb of arcane leylines, and like an eager black widow, she scurried towards his location. He was easy enough to spot; a stark white candle of quiet anger burning amidst the flocks of passing sheeple. Now that he was fed, mended and rested he could immediately feel that he was not the enslaved dreg she had saved a few hours prior.
His eyes flicked up towards her with an instinctual, sharpened awareness. It may have given her pause in her approach, but the sheer enigma of his soul was too much for her curiosity to ignore. The vampire drew a chair out from his table as he chewed on his granola bar, resentfully eyeing her. She took a seat, and a moment passed.
"Hope you don't think I'm in your debt." Strazio grumbled, leering at her. Elise waved her hand dismissively and fiddled with the hem of her cloak.
"Nah dude. It's not like that. But you do have something I'm interested in." she sighed. The vampire grabbed a napkin off of the table and a small ink pen out of her left pocket - a wizard always had something to write with - and begin sketching a curious, circular pattern on the paper rag. Strazio recognized it as some foreign taxonomy of a magick circle, but the exact runes and angles were not familiar to him.
"This is your Ephemeris. It's basically a diagram of the physical and arcane patterns your essence makes-" Elise said before Strazio cut in.
"Yeah Luka said you did some kind of spell that gave you all of my details and shit. You're going to have to break that spell real damn fast." he snapped. Elise shot him a fiery, red-eyed glare.
"Boy, I am tryna help you. You're haunted and by something bad. I think you know that." Elise hissed back. The two held the other's glare for a moment, and simultaneously relented.
"Okay. So?" Strazio grunted. Elise pointed to a dense cluster - a tangle, really - of magical symbols, lines, along with a swarm of question marks she had scribbled on the napkin.
"It lives here, in your twelfth house...but it also stretches into the third. Some kind of psychic parasite, although...it doesn't hurt you as far as I can see. It just takes up space in your dormant magical circuits." Elise said. Strazio watched her finger as it traced along the paths that apparently illustrated what was wrong with him. What she was saying seemed to match up with how he felt, but...
"Where are you going with this? I already knew something was wrong with me. In me. Why the interest?" Strazio said, crunching on a fresh bite of granola. The question caused Elise to shift uncomfortably in her seat. Admittedly, it didn't make much sense from an outside perspective. Did she really feel like getting into her childhood? Her vampirism? The mysteries of where she came from...with this prick? Right before a militaristic battle royale, no less.
"It might have clues to something...I've been looking for. Big-time. I need you..." Elise said, slowly pointing a finger at him, "...to stay alive long enough for me to study it. Maybe I can even get it out of you. But we need time, and we're about to go to war. So. Whatever stupid color uniforms we end up wearing, same or different...I've got your back."
Elise pointed at the dense, arcane scribbles on the napkin.
"I need this."
Strazio drew his mouth into an impatient line. Of course she had something to gain from helping him; that was just how the world worked. Especially when it came to wizards and their research. He knew the type. God forbid she had just helped him out of the goodness of her heart.
"Well ain't I just a lucky son of a bitch." the magus scoffed. He sucked a few pulls of water from his Syntech canteen and stared at the small songbirds zipping through the umbrellas of the Lobby area. Another long silence crossed the table...
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Nico preferred parks to lobbies, so his exit was swift, his teleportation painless. Go through enough fiery hell portals and the sci-fi ones just don't hit like they used to. Slipping into the park entrance, Nico spotted his prize, ambling up to the caddy shack concession stand with snackish intent. The menu was pleasantly lacking, the staff wonderfully scouted.
A talking raccoon sits on it's haunches at the register, and an unusually large blue jay flutters around lazily stocking snack containers and fridges. The smell and sizzle of burgers can be heard coming from a backroom that sounded much bigger and busier than the size of the caddy shack would suggest.
"Hey, hey, someone's coming."
Hm. Weird. Something about that raccoon's voice really made a Nico wanna punch it in the face. The bluejay, on cue, hovered behind the register and gave it's coworker a good slap on the back of the head with it's wing.
"Quiet, dude, he'll hear you talking about him."
"Ow! Don't touch me!" The racoon swats at his bird friend with the back of his hand.
Nico sighed, rolled his eyes, and rolled right up to the register. "S'cuse me, dudes. Y'all got any caffeine? I'm dying over here."
"Sure thing kid," the racoon responds with a twitch and a scriff of the nose. "Whatya huntin'? Coffee? Tea? Soda?"
"No way, dude, this guy knows what's up," the bluejay lands and hops around on the counter in front of Nico. He's almost as big as a raven. "He's got a discerning eye, knows what he's looking for, you know?"
Hop. Hop. Hop. And on the fourth hop, the bird hit a tiny silver button next to the register that Nico had not noticed before. One satisfying click later, and the entire counter becomes transparent, revealing rows upon rows upon rows of chilled, frosty energy drinks. You could see the ice on the rim. The caffeine teen was practically drooling.
Synister™ by Monster Energy™ and
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"I'll take ten."
A talking raccoon sits on it's haunches at the register, and an unusually large blue jay flutters around lazily stocking snack containers and fridges. The smell and sizzle of burgers can be heard coming from a backroom that sounded much bigger and busier than the size of the caddy shack would suggest.
"Hey, hey, someone's coming."
Hm. Weird. Something about that raccoon's voice really made a Nico wanna punch it in the face. The bluejay, on cue, hovered behind the register and gave it's coworker a good slap on the back of the head with it's wing.
"Quiet, dude, he'll hear you talking about him."
"Ow! Don't touch me!" The racoon swats at his bird friend with the back of his hand.
Nico sighed, rolled his eyes, and rolled right up to the register. "S'cuse me, dudes. Y'all got any caffeine? I'm dying over here."
"Sure thing kid," the racoon responds with a twitch and a scriff of the nose. "Whatya huntin'? Coffee? Tea? Soda?"
"No way, dude, this guy knows what's up," the bluejay lands and hops around on the counter in front of Nico. He's almost as big as a raven. "He's got a discerning eye, knows what he's looking for, you know?"
Hop. Hop. Hop. And on the fourth hop, the bird hit a tiny silver button next to the register that Nico had not noticed before. One satisfying click later, and the entire counter becomes transparent, revealing rows upon rows upon rows of chilled, frosty energy drinks. You could see the ice on the rim. The caffeine teen was practically drooling.
Synister™ by Monster Energy™ and
Syntech™
"I'll take ten."
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