Loschen moves forward, careful not to touch anything at all, and averting his gaze from the foul sights arranged around the sanctum. This really was testing how far he'd go for research, but it would all be worth it in time. He instead focuses on the grimoires scattered across the shelves that the Dark Lady is analysing, wondering how much arcane knowledge must be sequestered away between their covers. But, he's only here for the simple dynamics behind a spell that can annihilate a soul; once he has the mechanics behind that spell down, he can adapt the target, variate the levels of magical energy needed in an object for it to be applied, and he should be well on his way to completing his thesis.
She selects a book from her shelf, turning back to face him. She returns to sit across from him, laying it out on the now closed coffin. Titled, ‘Ars Moriendi,’ the book is bound in lavender dyed leather, with the grisly image of a sort of circular cycle on the front. At the start, a human head, skin, flesh, and all. The second part of the cycle is a human skull with scraps of flesh hanging on to it. Third is a human skull, picked clean of all flesh. The fourth and final part of the cover image is a human skull, eroding into dust.
”So, you seek to create a spell that will be able to utterly and completely annihilate the mortal Body, soul and all?” she opens the book, flipping through the ancient pages. “Remind me precisely of your theorem, if you would.“
'That would be most desirable, yes,' Loschen curtly replies, shifting in his seat, unable to fully handle the foul imagery of it all. He then takes a breath and repeats his leading idea, 'It is easier to create an inanimate object than a living creature due to the presence of a soul, which is effectively magical energy in a specialised state. Therefore as the antithesis of creation, I believe destruction spells could be cast easier on living creatures rather than inanimate objects due to the presence of a soul acting almost as a primer for further destruction. I came to you to seek a method to destroy a soul and body, and will then adapt that myself to work more effectively on other items. Ethically, of course.'
"Ooh, yes! I've never seen anything quite like it!" He lets go of her wrist. "A timepiece that can be worn! Ha! I tried to invent something like it, but I ran it off the heartbeat of the wearer. It wasn't safe, and if your heartbeat was any more or less than 1 beat per second exactly, it wasn't accurate either. Regardless, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Snausage." He reads the watch. "...And I seem to have missed breakfast. What a bother. Most important meal of the day, and I missed it."
He thinks for a moment. "Do you know where I could get one of these incredibly stylish accessories? I don't want to miss many more meals, and I tend to be absent-minded at times."
*is this the evil guy lying to her* ”most jewelry stores? Where have you been?” She grins playfully.
*Nope*
"Between dimensions. I don't mean realities, but the spatial dimensions that make up our world. Someone dispelled a crude teleportation spell I crafted, and they did it at the exact moment that I was making the jump. It's been a while. Time doesn't really pass between the fundamental aspects of reality, but fortunately I was partially back into the world ever so slightly. However, I kind of held my breath before trying to make the leap, so I was being stretched by my fingertips for what felt like an infinite amount of time while I was unable to breathe. It was unpleasant."
He sighs, then smiles back. "It's nice to see how far you've all come since then."
She gives him a weird look
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
In the cellar of her small lodge, the first class mage Melien chalks out a circle on the floor. As she does so, she thinks back to when she was younger, her older sister taunting her that ghosts were just weak magical manifestations that paled in comparison to what conjuration could truly achieve, and that other dimensions were improvable and unreachable by magic. Well, she was finally about to prove that wrong, through her Soliloquy. She would bring a being from across the veil, across reality itself, and would bring about a new frontier of exploration.
Standing and brushing down her robe, she took in the summoning circle on the floor. Each of the shapes in its complex design had been meticulously incorporated for maximum mana flow and ease of refraction, their design unendingly calculated; she knew it was likely she would have her soul split apart into composite forms in this process, seeing as she was the battery for the experiment, so several wards had been incorporated into the circumference of the circle to catch her form and hopefully piece it back together for the jolt of energy needed to break the seal between worlds.
Moving forwards, taking a deep breath, Melien pressed her fingers against the central circle, a lock of purple hair falling down in front of her. She channelled her magical energy through into the design, and soon the chalk was humming and glowing with energy, each individual piece of dust glimmering like a star. She then recited the incantation in her mind for the portal, twisting her fingers anti-clockwise into the ground so her palm was pressed firmly against the cold stone floor. She felt a jolt like lightening run through her, and thought she might vomit, but had to proceed. She'd gotten this far after all. Once she was certain the gateway had been opened, she pulled away, and noticed the tell-tale trail of soul that was strung like a spiders web into the iridescent well of worlds before her, which confirmed that she had successful anchored herself as the battery. Now, severance would mean death. She was truly a part of this spell. A real Soliloquy.
However, she also noticed several other strings coming out of the glowing pool. Following them up, she realised they were coming from shadows of herself; pale, translucent, and chalky. Seems these reflections of herself from alternate worlds had been caught on her wards; perfect. She now just needed to bring them together for the optimal power source. Focussing her mind, she shifted her feet to form a stance that connected herself like a switch to the 'wires' of the circle to complete the ring of energy for the binding spell, and nearly passed out as she was hit with extreme nausea and double vision from the alternate reflections merging with her own form, which had gone just as shimmering and faded as the others from the magical stress she was under. However, she persevered, and soon was whole again; a mage with a tether to another reality, the power of a dozen souls flowing through her. She uttered the final incantation, and it began. A shattered hand was pulled through the swirling circle, and then a whole arm. She jolted as it gently grazed the chalk circle and the magical umbilical cord she had formed; she was well and truly attached to this spell, as much a part of it as the chalk.
The ghostly form pulled itself through further, until its torso emerged. Melien squinted; it was bald, wearing a strange hooded tunic of pure grey, and similar leggings, though its form was streaked like shattered glass, the pattern emerging from its heart. The being turned to her, tilted its head, and took a step. Melien felt the beginnings of panic stir; she wasn't quite sure what to do now; her tether to the portal was still very much active, and to cut herself off would have to be a gradual process. If this ghost acted up, it could be catastrophic. Despite her fears, the phantom kept walking towards her, and soon she could see the whites of its curious eyes in the sea-green glow of the arcane light. One of its pupils had been split apart by the fault-lines in its form, and was now shaped like a cross. She wondered what magic could have caused that. But, that moment of curiosity proved fatal, as before she could act, the spectre had leaned forward, and, completely unexpected, spoke. 'Boo.'
Melien's concentration was shattered completely, and the matrices of the spell undid themselves in an instant. There was an awful scream, like that of somebody being stretched into the thinnest of lines whilst being blown into a million pieces, and a blinding light like no other filled the room. The phantom gasped and was engulfed in the raw energy; the sorcerer he had spooked was no where to be seen in this overwhelming cacophony of sound and power, and it seemed like the cellar had fallen away from him too. For a moment, the ghost thought it was stuck in a pure void of unending fierceness forever, but when their mind clouded over from the sheer power of it all, their next conscious sight was back in the basement. The circle on the floor and sorcerer were completely gone, but the spectre's form was solid, their flesh just as warm and soft as any other living persons, and their mind dazed. Of course, Greg was wildly confused in this moment. They didn't realise that they had just disrupted a Soliloquy so potent that all of the spell's energy had been absorbed into their vacant form, and instead, were more interested in just where they were, turning away from the darkened room and staggering their way up the steps to the surface to be welcomed into a city vastly different from the one he'd left behind.
"Between dimensions. I don't mean realities, but the spatial dimensions that make up our world. Someone dispelled a crude teleportation spell I crafted, and they did it at the exact moment that I was making the jump. It's been a while. Time doesn't really pass between the fundamental aspects of reality, but fortunately I was partially back into the world ever so slightly. However, I kind of held my breath before trying to make the leap, so I was being stretched by my fingertips for what felt like an infinite amount of time while I was unable to breathe. It was unpleasant."
He sighs, then smiles back. "It's nice to see how far you've all come since then."
She gives him a weird look
"Is something wrong?" His hand twitches.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Between dimensions. I don't mean realities, but the spatial dimensions that make up our world. Someone dispelled a crude teleportation spell I crafted, and they did it at the exact moment that I was making the jump. It's been a while. Time doesn't really pass between the fundamental aspects of reality, but fortunately I was partially back into the world ever so slightly. However, I kind of held my breath before trying to make the leap, so I was being stretched by my fingertips for what felt like an infinite amount of time while I was unable to breathe. It was unpleasant."
He sighs, then smiles back. "It's nice to see how far you've all come since then."
She gives him a weird look
"Is something wrong?" His hand twitches.
“Not with me” she squints
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
He runs a hand down his scarred, grey face, grumbling in Primordial. Then he speaks out loud in common once more. "I will rephrase: If there is a problem, please tell me. If you have a solution I can help with, I would also like to be told."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He runs a hand down his scarred, grey face, grumbling in Primordial. Then he speaks out loud in common once more. "I will rephrase: If there is a problem, please tell me. If you have a solution I can help with, I would also like to be told."
“I don’t have any problems at the moment, thank you.”
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
He runs a hand down his scarred, grey face, grumbling in Primordial. Then he speaks out loud in common once more. "I will rephrase: If there is a problem, please tell me. If you have a solution I can help with, I would also like to be told."
“I don’t have any problems at the moment, thank you.”
"Great!" He claps his hands. "How's lunch sound to you?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
In the cellar of her small lodge, the first class mage Melien chalks out a circle on the floor. As she does so, she thinks back to when she was younger, her older sister taunting her that ghosts were just weak magical manifestations that paled in comparison to what conjuration could truly achieve, and that other dimensions were improvable and unreachable by magic. Well, she was finally about to prove that wrong, through her Soliloquy. She would bring a being from across the veil, across reality itself, and would bring about a new frontier of exploration.
Standing and brushing down her robe, she took in the summoning circle on the floor. Each of the shapes in its complex design had been meticulously incorporated for maximum mana flow and ease of refraction, their design unendingly calculated; she knew it was likely she would have her soul split apart into composite forms in this process, seeing as she was the battery for the experiment, so several wards had been incorporated into the circumference of the circle to catch her form and hopefully piece it back together for the jolt of energy needed to break the seal between worlds.
Moving forwards, taking a deep breath, Melien pressed her fingers against the central circle, a lock of purple hair falling down in front of her. She channelled her magical energy through into the design, and soon the chalk was humming and glowing with energy, each individual piece of dust glimmering like a star. She then recited the incantation in her mind for the portal, twisting her fingers anti-clockwise into the ground so her palm was pressed firmly against the cold stone floor. She felt a jolt like lightening run through her, and thought she might vomit, but had to proceed. She'd gotten this far after all. Once she was certain the gateway had been opened, she pulled away, and noticed the tell-tale trail of soul that was strung like a spiders web into the iridescent well of worlds before her, which confirmed that she had successful anchored herself as the battery. Now, severance would mean death. She was truly a part of this spell. A real Soliloquy.
However, she also noticed several other strings coming out of the glowing pool. Following them up, she realised they were coming from shadows of herself; pale, translucent, and chalky. Seems these reflections of herself from alternate worlds had been caught on her wards; perfect. She now just needed to bring them together for the optimal power source. Focussing her mind, she shifted her feet to form a stance that connected herself like a switch to the 'wires' of the circle to complete the ring of energy for the binding spell, and nearly passed out as she was hit with extreme nausea and double vision from the alternate reflections merging with her own form, which had gone just as shimmering and faded as the others from the magical stress she was under. However, she persevered, and soon was whole again; a mage with a tether to another reality, the power of a dozen souls flowing through her. She uttered the final incantation, and it began. A shattered hand was pulled through the swirling circle, and then a whole arm. She jolted as it gently grazed the chalk circle and the magical umbilical cord she had formed; she was well and truly attached to this spell, as much a part of it as the chalk.
The ghostly form pulled itself through further, until its torso emerged. Melien squinted; it was bald, wearing a strange hooded tunic of pure grey, and similar leggings, though its form was streaked like shattered glass, the pattern emerging from its heart. The being turned to her, tilted its head, and took a step. Melien felt the beginnings of panic stir; she wasn't quite sure what to do now; her tether to the portal was still very much active, and to cut herself off would have to be a gradual process. If this ghost acted up, it could be catastrophic. Despite her fears, the phantom kept walking towards her, and soon she could see the whites of its curious eyes in the sea-green glow of the arcane light. One of its pupils had been split apart by the fault-lines in its form, and was now shaped like a cross. She wondered what magic could have caused that. But, that moment of curiosity proved fatal, as before she could act, the spectre had leaned forward, and, completely unexpected, spoke. 'Boo.'
Melien's concentration was shattered completely, and the matrices of the spell undid themselves in an instant. There was an awful scream, like that of somebody being stretched into the thinnest of lines whilst being blown into a million pieces, and a blinding light like no other filled the room. The phantom gasped and was engulfed in the raw energy; the sorcerer he had spooked was no where to be seen in this overwhelming cacophony of sound and power, and it seemed like the cellar had fallen away from him too. For a moment, the ghost thought it was stuck in a pure void of unending fierceness forever, but when their mind clouded over from the sheer power of it all, their next conscious sight was back in the basement. The circle on the floor and sorcerer were completely gone, but the spectre's form was solid, their flesh just as warm and soft as any other living persons, and their mind dazed. Of course, Greg was wildly confused in this moment. They didn't realise that they had just disrupted a Soliloquy so potent that all of the spell's energy had been absorbed into their vacant form, and instead, were more interested in just where they were, turning away from the darkened room and staggering their way up the steps to the surface to be welcomed into a city vastly different from the one he'd left behind.
*Did. Did a man just get Isekaied?*
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
He runs a hand down his scarred, grey face, grumbling in Primordial. Then he speaks out loud in common once more. "I will rephrase: If there is a problem, please tell me. If you have a solution I can help with, I would also like to be told."
“I don’t have any problems at the moment, thank you.”
"Great!" He claps his hands. "How's lunch sound to you?"
“Wow, you’re forward” she grins slyly
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
"Great!" He claps his hands. "How's lunch sound to you?"
“Wow, you’re forward” she grins slyly
He chuckles. "It's not like that. I just thought it would be better than standing out here in the midday heat, waiting for an unspecified event. Besides, we have to get lunch soon anyway. Skipping meals is not how you develop a strong constitution, after all."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Great!" He claps his hands. "How's lunch sound to you?"
“Wow, you’re forward” she grins slyly
He chuckles. "It's not like that. I just thought it would be better than standing out here in the midday heat, waiting for an unspecified event. Besides, we have to get lunch soon anyway. Skipping meals is not how you develop a strong constitution, after all."
“I’m waiting for someone.”
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
He chuckles. "It's not like that. I just thought it would be better than standing out here in the midday heat, waiting for an unspecified event. Besides, we have to get lunch soon anyway. Skipping meals is not how you develop a strong constitution, after all."
“I’m waiting for someone.”
"Perhaps I could leave and bring something for the three of us, then. Any dietary restrictions I should know about?" He pulls out a sheet of paper and heats up one of his claws until it shines like red hot metal.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He chuckles. "It's not like that. I just thought it would be better than standing out here in the midday heat, waiting for an unspecified event. Besides, we have to get lunch soon anyway. Skipping meals is not how you develop a strong constitution, after all."
“I’m waiting for someone.”
"Perhaps I could leave and bring something for the three of us, then. Any dietary restrictions I should know about?" He pulls out a sheet of paper and heats up one of his claws until it shines like red hot metal.
“No, I don’t think so. You’re very kind” she grins
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
"Perhaps I could leave and bring something for the three of us, then. Any dietary restrictions I should know about?" He pulls out a sheet of paper and heats up one of his claws until it shines like red hot metal.
“No, I don’t think so. You’re very kind” she grins
He lets his claw cool down. "Thank you! I try to have a sort of 'family' vibe that catches a lot of people off-guard. Most people assume I'm gonna be a big scary demon, but that's no fun, is it? It's too boring. Too samey. It's what people expect of me. So I ignore that and do what I want instead. You know any good places to pick up food from? I can pick at random, if you'd like."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Perhaps I could leave and bring something for the three of us, then. Any dietary restrictions I should know about?" He pulls out a sheet of paper and heats up one of his claws until it shines like red hot metal.
“No, I don’t think so. You’re very kind” she grins
He lets his claw cool down. "Thank you! I try to have a sort of 'family' vibe that catches a lot of people off-guard. Most people assume I'm gonna be a big scary demon, but that's no fun, is it? It's too boring. Too samey. It's what people expect of me. So I ignore that and do what I want instead. You know any good places to pick up food from? I can pick at random, if you'd like."
“No, I’m new in this city. I decided to set up somewhere new for the summer.”
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
He lets his claw cool down. "Thank you! I try to have a sort of 'family' vibe that catches a lot of people off-guard. Most people assume I'm gonna be a big scary demon, but that's no fun, is it? It's too boring. Too samey. It's what people expect of me. So I ignore that and do what I want instead. You know any good places to pick up food from? I can pick at random, if you'd like."
“No, I’m new in this city. I decided to set up somewhere new for the summer.”
He nods, looking through his coin purse. "I have six platinum coins. We could probably get some nice sandwiches for that much. Oh, how about po' boys?" He seems excited suddenly.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He lets his claw cool down. "Thank you! I try to have a sort of 'family' vibe that catches a lot of people off-guard. Most people assume I'm gonna be a big scary demon, but that's no fun, is it? It's too boring. Too samey. It's what people expect of me. So I ignore that and do what I want instead. You know any good places to pick up food from? I can pick at random, if you'd like."
“No, I’m new in this city. I decided to set up somewhere new for the summer.”
He nods, looking through his coin purse. "I have six platinum coins. We could probably get some nice sandwiches for that much. Oh, how about po' boys?" He seems excited suddenly.
“Oh, those are good.” She nods in consideration. “Or we could find a shawarma place…”
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
He nods, looking through his coin purse. "I have six platinum coins. We could probably get some nice sandwiches for that much. Oh, how about po' boys?" He seems excited suddenly.
“Oh, those are good.” She nods in consideration. “Or we could find a shawarma place…”
He twirls. "I've never had that before! I'll see if I can find one that has it to go!" He moves to jump away, then stops. "What is shawarma?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'That would be most desirable, yes,' Loschen curtly replies, shifting in his seat, unable to fully handle the foul imagery of it all. He then takes a breath and repeats his leading idea, 'It is easier to create an inanimate object than a living creature due to the presence of a soul, which is effectively magical energy in a specialised state. Therefore as the antithesis of creation, I believe destruction spells could be cast easier on living creatures rather than inanimate objects due to the presence of a soul acting almost as a primer for further destruction. I came to you to seek a method to destroy a soul and body, and will then adapt that myself to work more effectively on other items. Ethically, of course.'
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She gives him a weird look
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
In the cellar of her small lodge, the first class mage Melien chalks out a circle on the floor. As she does so, she thinks back to when she was younger, her older sister taunting her that ghosts were just weak magical manifestations that paled in comparison to what conjuration could truly achieve, and that other dimensions were improvable and unreachable by magic. Well, she was finally about to prove that wrong, through her Soliloquy. She would bring a being from across the veil, across reality itself, and would bring about a new frontier of exploration.
Standing and brushing down her robe, she took in the summoning circle on the floor. Each of the shapes in its complex design had been meticulously incorporated for maximum mana flow and ease of refraction, their design unendingly calculated; she knew it was likely she would have her soul split apart into composite forms in this process, seeing as she was the battery for the experiment, so several wards had been incorporated into the circumference of the circle to catch her form and hopefully piece it back together for the jolt of energy needed to break the seal between worlds.
Moving forwards, taking a deep breath, Melien pressed her fingers against the central circle, a lock of purple hair falling down in front of her. She channelled her magical energy through into the design, and soon the chalk was humming and glowing with energy, each individual piece of dust glimmering like a star. She then recited the incantation in her mind for the portal, twisting her fingers anti-clockwise into the ground so her palm was pressed firmly against the cold stone floor. She felt a jolt like lightening run through her, and thought she might vomit, but had to proceed. She'd gotten this far after all. Once she was certain the gateway had been opened, she pulled away, and noticed the tell-tale trail of soul that was strung like a spiders web into the iridescent well of worlds before her, which confirmed that she had successful anchored herself as the battery. Now, severance would mean death. She was truly a part of this spell. A real Soliloquy.
However, she also noticed several other strings coming out of the glowing pool. Following them up, she realised they were coming from shadows of herself; pale, translucent, and chalky. Seems these reflections of herself from alternate worlds had been caught on her wards; perfect. She now just needed to bring them together for the optimal power source. Focussing her mind, she shifted her feet to form a stance that connected herself like a switch to the 'wires' of the circle to complete the ring of energy for the binding spell, and nearly passed out as she was hit with extreme nausea and double vision from the alternate reflections merging with her own form, which had gone just as shimmering and faded as the others from the magical stress she was under. However, she persevered, and soon was whole again; a mage with a tether to another reality, the power of a dozen souls flowing through her. She uttered the final incantation, and it began. A shattered hand was pulled through the swirling circle, and then a whole arm. She jolted as it gently grazed the chalk circle and the magical umbilical cord she had formed; she was well and truly attached to this spell, as much a part of it as the chalk.
The ghostly form pulled itself through further, until its torso emerged. Melien squinted; it was bald, wearing a strange hooded tunic of pure grey, and similar leggings, though its form was streaked like shattered glass, the pattern emerging from its heart. The being turned to her, tilted its head, and took a step. Melien felt the beginnings of panic stir; she wasn't quite sure what to do now; her tether to the portal was still very much active, and to cut herself off would have to be a gradual process. If this ghost acted up, it could be catastrophic. Despite her fears, the phantom kept walking towards her, and soon she could see the whites of its curious eyes in the sea-green glow of the arcane light. One of its pupils had been split apart by the fault-lines in its form, and was now shaped like a cross. She wondered what magic could have caused that. But, that moment of curiosity proved fatal, as before she could act, the spectre had leaned forward, and, completely unexpected, spoke. 'Boo.'
Melien's concentration was shattered completely, and the matrices of the spell undid themselves in an instant. There was an awful scream, like that of somebody being stretched into the thinnest of lines whilst being blown into a million pieces, and a blinding light like no other filled the room. The phantom gasped and was engulfed in the raw energy; the sorcerer he had spooked was no where to be seen in this overwhelming cacophony of sound and power, and it seemed like the cellar had fallen away from him too. For a moment, the ghost thought it was stuck in a pure void of unending fierceness forever, but when their mind clouded over from the sheer power of it all, their next conscious sight was back in the basement. The circle on the floor and sorcerer were completely gone, but the spectre's form was solid, their flesh just as warm and soft as any other living persons, and their mind dazed. Of course, Greg was wildly confused in this moment. They didn't realise that they had just disrupted a Soliloquy so potent that all of the spell's energy had been absorbed into their vacant form, and instead, were more interested in just where they were, turning away from the darkened room and staggering their way up the steps to the surface to be welcomed into a city vastly different from the one he'd left behind.
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"Is something wrong?" His hand twitches.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Not with me” she squints
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
He runs a hand down his scarred, grey face, grumbling in Primordial. Then he speaks out loud in common once more. "I will rephrase: If there is a problem, please tell me. If you have a solution I can help with, I would also like to be told."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I don’t have any problems at the moment, thank you.”
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
"Great!" He claps his hands. "How's lunch sound to you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Did. Did a man just get Isekaied?*
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
“Wow, you’re forward” she grins slyly
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
He chuckles. "It's not like that. I just thought it would be better than standing out here in the midday heat, waiting for an unspecified event. Besides, we have to get lunch soon anyway. Skipping meals is not how you develop a strong constitution, after all."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I’m waiting for someone.”
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
"Perhaps I could leave and bring something for the three of us, then. Any dietary restrictions I should know about?" He pulls out a sheet of paper and heats up one of his claws until it shines like red hot metal.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“No, I don’t think so. You’re very kind” she grins
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
He lets his claw cool down. "Thank you! I try to have a sort of 'family' vibe that catches a lot of people off-guard. Most people assume I'm gonna be a big scary demon, but that's no fun, is it? It's too boring. Too samey. It's what people expect of me. So I ignore that and do what I want instead. You know any good places to pick up food from? I can pick at random, if you'd like."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“No, I’m new in this city. I decided to set up somewhere new for the summer.”
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
He nods, looking through his coin purse. "I have six platinum coins. We could probably get some nice sandwiches for that much. Oh, how about po' boys?" He seems excited suddenly.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Oh, those are good.” She nods in consideration. “Or we could find a shawarma place…”
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
He twirls. "I've never had that before! I'll see if I can find one that has it to go!" He moves to jump away, then stops. "What is shawarma?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Gtg, we'll continue tomorrow, Fry!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.