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Post by The Cheshire Cat on Jan 7, 2009 22:02:09 GMT -5
"I have very little doubt you could prove quite amusing," the cat remarked. "But I'm not so sure how I enjoy this idea of giving you what you want straight away.
"I think it would be much more fun to make you work for it. Don't you agree?"
This last was directed at Kim, or so could be assumed by the way the disembodied eyes slid over to focus in her direction.
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Reinforce
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Post by Reinforce on Jan 7, 2009 22:40:14 GMT -5
(Chee hee.)
"That is... fair," allowed the white-haired woman, resisting the even stronger impulse to blast the offensive entity into chunks of flesh with a spell or two. Reinforce turned her crimson-gaze to Kim, anger boiling behind her eyes as she sought to measure what connection this peasant might have to her hopeful ally.
"I only seek a hint, the first step on a path home. Not the whole trail. THAT should give *both* of you the amusement you seek."
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Post by The Cheshire Cat on Jan 8, 2009 1:35:01 GMT -5
"Hmm...maybe, maybe not. But I suppose we can always find out."
The cat slowly reappeared again, and swished its newly-formed tail.
"There are always plenty of interesting people hanging around the Opera's foyer. Why don't we go and have a look?"
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Post by Kim on Jan 8, 2009 13:32:40 GMT -5
Kim nodded at Cat's suggestion, though she wondered what the people in the foyer would make of Reinforce.
"It...sounds like a good place to start."
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Reinforce
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Post by Reinforce on Jan 8, 2009 13:59:18 GMT -5
(Feel free to lead the way into said foyer and into the chaos ahead. Cheers.)
Reinforce recovered a measured of her stoic poise and nodded agreement as well, "Very well. Lead the way and I shall follow after a moment to prepare a tool to aid the search."
The white-haired woman sent a whispering thought into the Book of Darkness and the tome spoke aloud in a flat, tone very much like Reinforce's own voice, "Seeker Drone."
A sphere of light obliging sprung into existence at the phrase, heightening Reinforce's awareness of her surroundings and bobbing about a meter above and behind her shoulder.
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Post by The Cheshire Cat on Jan 8, 2009 17:07:36 GMT -5
The cat chortled. "Oh, dear Miss Kim knows the way; I'm certain she'll be more than happy to show you. And you two can take some time to get more acquainted." Its body vanished, leaving only a grinning head. "See you down there. Ciao!" And without further ado, the head also vanished. ((New post here. It might take me a moment to steer Mozenrath over.))
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Kim
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Post by Kim on Jan 8, 2009 19:13:18 GMT -5
Kim's eyes widened when Cat left, and she stood frozen for a few moments before meekly pointing at the door on the roof. "The way down is through there." She said softly .
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Post by Wilbur Whateley on Apr 23, 2009 23:17:37 GMT -5
(Whee! HP Lovecraft homage, here I go...)
*new night*
"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagh," intoned a harsh, voice in an abandoned corner of the opera house roof, "Angekok Nephren-ka atys shjo elwoch. Nehema, s'thlz! Nehema, brkizes! Nehema, liber ivons Yog Sothoth arch'rei! Arch'rei! Arch'rei!!!"
The voice creshendoed in a frenzy, voice breaking with emotion as a tall figure wrapped in a ragged black cloak, reared up to it's full height, suddenly outlined as the complex magic sigil written in pigeon's blood suddenly flared with unholy light, a disc popping into existence and showing a vista of... elsewhere, the ground and sky flickering between a half-dozen unhealthy colors every few seconds. Small things flickered between forms in time to the changes, approaching the rift Wilbur Whateley had opened but not quite daring to cross over for some reason.
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Post by Princess Nehema on Apr 24, 2009 0:28:43 GMT -5
(( Commence cultist chanting!)) The entity known as Nehema, self-proclaimed "Princess" of a realm in dimensions unknown and unknowable to mankind, was aware of the gulf between her home and that of the humans, yet for aeons she had not turned her attention there.
Upon a cyclopean throne, its dimensions undefined by the geometry of Euclid, the creature sat, immense and ancient. Slowly, it arose from the place where it had sat, its single crimson eye flickering open. The pangs of a calling stirred it, and before her she gazed into the unknown and unknowable voids between worlds. It beheld the calm and rational world of Wilbur Whately and Randolph Carter, its alien mind burning with incromphensible thoughts, and yet two were clear: a sick fear and disgust at this world, its intolerably alien shapes, and a desire to make it more like her own realm. For a moment, she hesitated on the threshold, beholding the one who had called her.
If anyone could behold her form without going mad, it would be him, and he had a good view. The thing called Nehema was tall, even immense, and of a colour beyond black in its inky darkness, broken only by a single, massive red eye and surmounted by pseudoprods which served as its arms. At last, it seemed to decide that it was worth entering into this world after all, and with an effort of will, put its tentacles forth through the barrier, slowly bringing herself into this frail and unsuspecting reality. As she did so, the sky seemed to darken slightly in the night.
It shuddered all over, Nehema's form marked by spasms as it adjusted--as well it could--to the laws and realities of this world, for the time being. In a few moments, the creature Nehema was instead, to all appearances, a young woman. A rather pretty one, at that, though inside she was sickened.
"<I am the Great Nehema. Who are you and what do you want?>" she asked, loosely translated, in the language of the Old Ones.
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Post by Wilbur Whateley on Apr 24, 2009 13:26:25 GMT -5
Wilbur Whateley's heart raced as he processed the sanity-crushing, in any mundane mortal that is, glory that had been his glimpse of Nehema's realm and the Dark Princess's real form, the form his Father would ultimately allow her and all her glorious Kin to take in the shards of *this* world, he granted omnipotence or oblivion depending upon their whims.
The gangly hybrid dropped to one knee before the slender 'girl', intimidating nine-foot frame going still save for an unplesant wriggling occuring under his robes at about waist level, projecting studious respect without fear, face rapt with emotion bordering on worship.
"<Great Nehema, Dark Princess of the Outer Void and Misstress of Eversion,>" he intoned in as close as his throat could come to the words of the Old Ones, "<I am a child of Mighty Yog-Sothoth, a tool of Azathoth's Key, and I have called you here by the Old Words and the Old Compacts that I may have the chance to serve You as we work to let my Father into this world so that He can remake it into the deminise of You and Kin for forever and a day. It is for this that I was born and reborn. It is for this that I submit before Your rightful authority. It is for this that I ask for the boon of Your patronage in this endeavor.>"
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Post by Princess Nehema on Apr 25, 2009 18:49:49 GMT -5
The suggestion of others who recognized her and her reality was comforting to Nehema, at least as much as she could feel that, and she smiled, most unpleasantly. This could be the start of something much larger, and mental wheels began turning as she considered the being before her. No doubt, it seemed, he shared more with her true form than this one.
Another mortal might have curtseyed politely in return, but she was an Old One. There must always be respect, and one-sided at that, between a human and one of hers.
"<Ahhh. The Lurker at the Threshold. The Beyond One. Of him I am aware," she murmured, and nodded slightly for him to go on. "<...This is a most interesting proposition. I can hardly bear to know that this warped world exists. You have come before me at an opportune time--the stars are right, I feel, and this place is right.>" She smiled even wider. "<Let it be so. Let the tale in the Old Words be fulfilled, and let us, together, see this world engulfed by the All-In-One and the One-In-All.>"
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Post by Wilbur Whateley on Apr 27, 2009 0:09:29 GMT -5
"<So mote it be, Great and Terrible Nehema>," intoned the hybrid, "<Would it please You to let me, mortal and worthless though I be compared to one such as You, share what I have learned of this world so that You might expend your energies to best effect? There are Other Powers in this place, Agents of Above, Below, and Beyond that could destroy me and injure Your vessel before our work is complete.>"
His thoughts tumbled like leaves in a storm, relief blooming at the back of his mind as the very tiny doubt that the summoning might fail or that the Dark Princess might destroy him out of hand for daring to call her faded into wariness, even with the majicks he had been taught. It would have been her place to do so if she wished, but he did not want to die again with his task unfufilled.
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