edited 8th Apr '12 7:33:29 PM by ohsointocats
"Oh," he said with some semblance of serenity. "Magic just makes you live a long time. I'm almost forty!" He tilted his head to look around Zacharias. "In fact... that Japanese guy with the kitty? He's like a thousand years old, I think. I think that's when the Heian period was..." Eli's thoughts moved back to his sketchbook. How was this not the damned one? He went so far as to burn the damned sketchbook in his fireplace because an evil mockery of a justice system in Divinis would just use it to take him away... to Elenius or the Ministry of Love or whatever they called it. [/was supposed to go to sleep an hour ago
edited 8th Apr '12 9:56:57 PM by CrystalGlacia
That's not exactly the greatest advice, Zacharias thought. Well, sort of, but you really could have phrased it better. He doesn't need encouraging. But then, Wilhelm wasn't exactly the picture of stability himself. Zacharias shrunk further into the corner, hoping nobody ended up hurt by this whole mess.
Eli stared at Wilhelm. "I'm batshit, but even I know that's not okay!"
edited 9th Apr '12 10:07:01 AM by CrystalGlacia
edited 9th Apr '12 2:36:31 PM by Motree
The sphere rotated again as the Messenger considered. It sent another communication to Kokabiel, using the same form of packaged, interlinking concepts - corruption or not, direct verbal analogs were not suitable. <We consider it inferior[throwback/primitive/unworthy/impure] not because it is non-transcendent[baseline/unenhanced/conservative/hesitant], but because it is reckless[judgmental/nonmethodical/makes conclusions off of insufficient data].>
edited 9th Apr '12 1:19:20 PM by nrjxll
Two figures appeared near the group of people in the hospital. One was a male with dark tan skin, white hair and red eyes who wore a fancy, all black suit with a red tie. The other was a female, but with grayish skin, red eyes and blond hair, and she wore a gray officer's military uniform with blue pants and black boots. Two pairs of small wings sprouted from her back, one pair of white feathery ones and the other was a pair of black demonic wings. The male figure remained unfazed at his surroundings and merely put a hand to his chin in thought before noticing the humans before him, walking toward him as the women followed. "Pardon us, my name is Nyarlathotep and this is Astaroth," he gestured toward the women, "Do any of you know where we are in this dream world?" They're near everyone else in the hospital, and they're well aware that they're in a dream
Kokabiel simply nodded in confirmation of this, suspecting any further attempt to convince the Messenger otherwise was futile. Instead it sent a non-commital confirmation that it had received the data packet without corruption. <And now,> it said, <we face a question. To observe the trans-dimensional organics, both their interactions and abilities. Three possibilities.> The Lost and the Messenger receieved, in their appropriate ways, a sense for three different locations. <Here,> it said, <we have a Hospital. Suffering clings to the walls, and calls its like. At least two have suffered several months worth of rape and torture.> It didn't mention this completely without emotion. There was a hint, a seed of empathy, but disconnected, as one might take minor pity on the carcass of a wild animal glanced during a casual walk. <And I sense a great despair within a third, to whom the Void clings. The other three appear... less disturbed, though this may be a relative statement. However, with six, it grows crowded. Tempting as it may be to focus upon, I think even if we only observed, we would be too many.> <This place,> it highlighted the Museum, <is perhaps of the most interest from a purely scientific perspective. At least three of the individuals there magically touched in some way. If nothing else, a scientific study of their effects upon this semi-physical plane could be intriguing. But the social dichotomy is also fascinating: two souls of fire, passionate and wild. Two of ice, old and calm. And one between worlds, slowly growing cooler as his purpose goes from vengeance to justice.> <These three>, it highlighted Nara, Qrlil, and Hector's approximate location, <I have no direct connection two. I detect two organics, one human, one alien, and a resonance that is either a very altered organic or a very organic synthetic. And some sort of arcane activity.> It added, <the non-human organic appears to have left, however, so there may soon be four groups instead of three.> <So,> it said, <what do we do with this information?> Wherever it goes, Kokabiel intends to try and observe at a distance, commenting on and debating the organics with the Messenger and the Lost, and avoiding direct intervention unless it's a potentially fascinating experiment or necessary to avoid harm to its wards. It will try and convince the Messenger and Lost to do likewise, but of course, their wills are their own.
Zacharias just nodded meekly in agreement with Eli. Yeah, killing people was bad. He had no urge to point that out aloud.
edited 9th Apr '12 4:25:48 PM by KillerClowns
"Well, magic is whatever you want it to be. Isn't that the point?" Bianca jumps a little when she sees more people and unconsciously reaches for her bracelet. She nods politely at everyone. "Hello." She takes off her bracelet, but doesn't turn it into a gun yet.
edited 9th Apr '12 4:49:21 PM by SnowyFoxes
Samira considered Bianca's words with a frown. "Perhaps where you are from. But it's not so where I come from," she said to Bianca. Her tone grim, she simply said, "where I come from, magic... I don't think anyone wants the magic of my world to be what it is. It is..." He frown deepened as she looked for the right words. She finally settled on, "hungry."
edited 9th Apr '12 5:28:49 PM by draconiansuperior
Samira considered this. "I suppose," she said, finally, "I suppose there's a patient lobby or something we could find. Probably less, uh, grim than this place. Or we could find an altogether different building." She looked out a nearby window, briefly squinting to try and make something out in the fog before turning around with a pensive expression. "Then again, not sure how much that could help. I get the odd feeling none of our dreams are going to produce butterfly gardens."
"Of course magic is hungry. You can't expect it to do things for you without paying it back, can you?"
Kokabiel nodded and said to the Lost, <as you may have heard, it believes the museum would be most amusing. Do you agree?>
Zacharias blinked. Great, he thought to himself, mad artists everywhere I go. Not really much different from the university's arts department, though, except for the magical power they can throw around. But like Eli, Wilhelm was good at what he did. Zacharias said, honestly, "it's... yes, I see. It's beautiful." He listened for a few moments longer, then said, "I'm sorry, I didn't know how much it meant to you, but now I hear... I unders..." he stopped short. "No, no, I won't condescend by pretending I understand. But I know now more than I did before. And..." he slunk away in silence, making sure Jonathon was nearby just in case.
edited 10th Apr '12 7:03:05 AM by KillerClowns
edited 9th Apr '12 9:24:50 PM by ohsointocats
Earlier, Raphael had to resist the urge to chuckle at the proposition of finding butterfly gardens. He was a fairy. No, he was just some weird, overly touchy kid with a flower and antennae meant to camouflage with his hair. He looked at Samira, turning towards the door. "The magic I'm used to can actually make you lose your sanity if you try to use too much." Raphael had seen it too many times with the stupid young Spirits that would have to be forced into his medical tents and drugged into staying on the bed. Utter basket cases, they tended to be, what with shouting at the tops of their lungs about being the only freaking one who could fight for the same ideal as all the other screaming teenagers in the room. At least flowers couldn't speak.
"'Course I see it." A British-accented voice that could have, for all intents and purposes, been Eli came from the figure standing in the room's second doorway, the opposite the one that Eli had fled through. An unobservant individual might've thought it to be a paradoxical trick-image, since this second man looked nearly identical to Eli. Both were equally youthful and modest statured, down to their facial features that would've mirrored the long, almost aquiline features of Vince's side of the family had they been given a few more years to mature. This was not a trick. He was the third Cline triplet, Matthias. He was dressed in a well-tailored black suit and lavender dress shirt, a manner more appropriate for an established member of society in contrast to Eli's somewhat juvenile set of painting clothes. Aside from the fact that his eyes were a rather garish shade of purple, something seemed just slightly off about them. And now we have all three Clines! Night.
edited 9th Apr '12 9:50:57 PM by CrystalGlacia
Zacharias looked over at Matthias and gave him a polite nod. "You know a lad named Eli, perchance? You look a bit like him." Then he turned to Jonathon and said, "oh, and thanks. You'll have to excuse me... I'm more of a survivor than a world-changer. Which is probably not a good long-term strategy, I guess, as well as it works out in the short term. But, yeah, I like to... avoid making unnecessary enemies. The necessary ones are bad enough." He quietly added, "especially enemies capable of who-knows-what voodoo. Remember, I'm an old man whose only skills are the study of languages and not dying. I'm very good at both, but part of that's picking my fights." He glanced over at Wilhelm and whispered to Jonathon, "and that fight? Not worth it."
Gonna wait on the Hospital for a tad.
edited 10th Apr '12 5:19:47 AM by KillerClowns