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heartofthestar) wrote2024-01-09 08:37 pm
heartofthestar) wrote2024-01-09 08:37 pm
Labyrinthium Inbox
Feel.
Think.
Call.
Message.
Feel.
Think.
Call.
Message.
Is that so? My, that sounds like a problem.
[But Akechi's tone doesn't reflect that, as he pulls away from the doorframe to study what's available. The recording explained everything. He's confident they can shut a few goddamn doors.]
Maybe your power could be used to blow this whole place up, then we wouldn't need to go through this childish ordeal. Care to try?
[But Akechi's tone doesn't reflect that, as he pulls away from the doorframe to study what's available. The recording explained everything. He's confident they can shut a few goddamn doors.]
Maybe your power could be used to blow this whole place up, then we wouldn't need to go through this childish ordeal. Care to try?
[An excellent plan, an excellent intention, rather spoiled by the fact that no sooner does the blade reach the apex of its eruption than it dissipates, no power existing within it to fuel its presence longer than necessary.]
[The delay, by fortune, allows one of the condensed balls of aether to reach Venat, permitting her to absorb it.]
[The delay, by fortune, allows one of the condensed balls of aether to reach Venat, permitting her to absorb it.]
My power is intensely limited within the Labyrinth. Like as not I could summon significant destructive power, but it has its own limitations, as you well know.
[How's that statue doing?]
[How's that statue doing?]
[Don't even @ HIM about that stupid statue!!!! ]
Then allow me to try once - after all, I don't have the power to destroy a facility, like you do, but I'm sure whatever those eyes belong to can be easily subdued.
[Fuck this place. He doesn't even wait for Venat to answer. A little enrichment will be good in this shithole.
Robin Hood appears - a Megidolaon is targeted down the pitch black hallway.
The result of the explosion is the aftershock pulsing down the hall to their doorframe, even inching into the room - a loud booming sound following. He waits for it to rip up ground, wall and door, but-
Nothing happens.
He looks down the hall. A pair of eyes getting closer.]
What a shame.
Then allow me to try once - after all, I don't have the power to destroy a facility, like you do, but I'm sure whatever those eyes belong to can be easily subdued.
[Fuck this place. He doesn't even wait for Venat to answer. A little enrichment will be good in this shithole.
Robin Hood appears - a Megidolaon is targeted down the pitch black hallway.
The result of the explosion is the aftershock pulsing down the hall to their doorframe, even inching into the room - a loud booming sound following. He waits for it to rip up ground, wall and door, but-
Nothing happens.
He looks down the hall. A pair of eyes getting closer.]
What a shame.
[That result is hardly surprising, and Venat takes it in stride. What doesn't sit well with her is her own instinct, a prickling at the back of her neck and a tension in the muscles of her cheek. The only reason she doesn't simply seize Akechi and haul him back into the room is because she expects he'd probably try to shiv her or something for the affront.]
Step inside. Quickly.
[Her tone says it all, serious and sharp as she rarely is.]
Step inside. Quickly.
[Her tone says it all, serious and sharp as she rarely is.]
[The energy-gathering requires Venat to stand still and channel aether for a significant amount of time. Designing it in such a way that striking her would stop her would be the height of folly. The Kouga never makes it past the aether blazing-crackling around her, an extreme defense she maintains in trade for any ability to move or attack during this.]
That's quite all right. No harm done.
That's quite all right. No harm done.
[What's a little shiv between friends.]
Of course.
[Said as if he hasn't tried to bait the creatures for the least five minutes. Regardless, he comes back into the small room without issue, eyes their situation and the resources at hand.]
I suggest we each take a side of the room and alternate security camera observations, though I assume you've realized as much. The creature is coming closer - as curious as I am, I don't think it will end well for us.
Of course.
[Said as if he hasn't tried to bait the creatures for the least five minutes. Regardless, he comes back into the small room without issue, eyes their situation and the resources at hand.]
I suggest we each take a side of the room and alternate security camera observations, though I assume you've realized as much. The creature is coming closer - as curious as I am, I don't think it will end well for us.
With another wave of new arrivals pouring in, I thought I might ask you...
The other Ancients who have appeared from your reality recently. How are you holding up about that?
[ Hythlodaeus is a preeminently charming and friendly man, and Lahabrea seems fine as well, but Maruki knows enough about her history to know he should ask. Should have done so sooner, but... well, the past month was a mess on several levels. Better late than never. ]
The other Ancients who have appeared from your reality recently. How are you holding up about that?
[ Hythlodaeus is a preeminently charming and friendly man, and Lahabrea seems fine as well, but Maruki knows enough about her history to know he should ask. Should have done so sooner, but... well, the past month was a mess on several levels. Better late than never. ]
More than one, I think.
[The darkness offers little clue as to what transpires outside, so without hesitation, Venat pushes the button that shines flimsy, flickering light into the hall just outside the window. A thick, furry paw slaps up against the glass the moment she does, thumping against it with far more weight than it looks like it ought to possess. She immediately releases the light button and slaps the other button instead, slamming the thick metal door shut just in time for it to absorb a sudden blow.]
I daresay you've the right of the plan.
[The darkness offers little clue as to what transpires outside, so without hesitation, Venat pushes the button that shines flimsy, flickering light into the hall just outside the window. A thick, furry paw slaps up against the glass the moment she does, thumping against it with far more weight than it looks like it ought to possess. She immediately releases the light button and slaps the other button instead, slamming the thick metal door shut just in time for it to absorb a sudden blow.]
I daresay you've the right of the plan.
[She takes this opportunity to lure in one last ball, but overall her aether is not the same ridiculous level it had been in her first strike. That one had transcended her limits; this one will only reach them.]
[But that is no small matter either. With a swift gesture, Venat lashes out with a conjured chain of force, aiming to wrap it around Robin Hood rather than Akechi. Though the summoned construct might be immune to assault, it has enough physical presence to attack, and thus, she believes, be chained in turn.]
[But that is no small matter either. With a swift gesture, Venat lashes out with a conjured chain of force, aiming to wrap it around Robin Hood rather than Akechi. Though the summoned construct might be immune to assault, it has enough physical presence to attack, and thus, she believes, be chained in turn.]
You needn't worry. Hythlodaeus is practically incapable of a negative though, I sometimes think.
[At this point, she has yet to even realized Lahabrea has appeared here -- their paths have simply not yet crossed. And Emet-Selch might very well have been a trick of the Labyrinth, for all that he has yet to surface again.]
[At this point, she has yet to even realized Lahabrea has appeared here -- their paths have simply not yet crossed. And Emet-Selch might very well have been a trick of the Labyrinth, for all that he has yet to surface again.]
[ Lahabrea tabled for the moment, because there's more to it than just their appearance here alone. ]
He certainly seems friendly, to say the least! He's come by Eyn Sof as well, just to chat. I like him a lot.
Did he tell you anything of the reality that he came from? Not your own, the other one.
He certainly seems friendly, to say the least! He's come by Eyn Sof as well, just to chat. I like him a lot.
Did he tell you anything of the reality that he came from? Not your own, the other one.
We'd hardly established any difference existed in our conversation. It is not particularly surprising -- the timelines fractured quite a bit around that point, owing to time travel and predestination paradoxes.
I don't find it surprising either, given everything I know about how reality works and warps. That there are other realities out there that pull in others from their own disparate worlds makes sense. Somnius isn't unique in that way.
I've met a few others now who came from that same reality. What does surprise me is the fact that I was supposedly there with them. A version of me, at any rate.
I've met a few others now who came from that same reality. What does surprise me is the fact that I was supposedly there with them. A version of me, at any rate.
That is not surprising. It came to pass that two versions of a person from my star existed at the same time, one at rest in the Crystal Tower and one on another shard, having traveled there from the future.
Stranger things have happened, I suppose. All in all, I'm better equipped to find out that there is another me out there in the universe than most people would be. Still, though - I want to know more about him, but it appears I was much less social in that reality. I do wonder why...
Ah, but I met another one too, Lahabrea-san.
[ ... ]
And he met Azathoth, so. There's that!
Ah, but I met another one too, Lahabrea-san.
[ ... ]
And he met Azathoth, so. There's that!
Please decsribe Lahabrea.
[He can tell how fast she typed that, because that is ACTUALLY A TYPO]
[He can tell how fast she typed that, because that is ACTUALLY A TYPO]
It sounds as if that is the Lahabrea from before the Sundering, rather than after. A fortunate state of affairs, because after the Sundering, he became one of my most implacable foes and threats for millennia afterward.
I would not call them bad terms. Professionally courteous on the rare occasion our paths crossed, may be the best phrasing.
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