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voidtreckerexpress2020-02-04 05:19 pm
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Entry tags:
Raise your hand if any of you saw this coming.
Who: A restless peridexic effect and potentially a Train; CLOSED.
Where: This is, technically, a Network access with Action. Nita is in Room 4-B at this time.
When: The month of Domino, Night of the 19th (eve of the 20th).
What: See the 'Who' category~
Warnings: A little bit of angst; possible references to spoilers for both Young Wizards and developments from The Wake.
It was night, here, or whatever passed for night, and Nita was asleep. Not dreaming; the peridexis still considered itself on-call for monitoring her during dreams.
(Not that it interfered with those dreams; the two had long since decided that made things 'too weird'.)
But the peridexis had all the time it didn't want to think about other things.
Like being cut off from the Powers again.
Like the shape that hadn't been its, but that it had nonetheless used for years. Years that didn't even exist, really.
Like the sheer sense of dissonance, of being of the Powers and yet, apart.
Like the friendly, aloof, silly, infuriating presence it would never see again-
The peridexis couldn't physically kick anything, but right now it wanted to.
It was alone with itself - though given how Spot had received the news of where it and Nita had been, perhaps that was for the best.
Was the peridexis really compromised? Or was that just a convenient excuse for something worse being true?
Sometimes, it didn't want to think, to be this fully aware of its circumstances.
Sometimes, however, it did risky things.
Like following a wizard out into the Between.
Like trying to connect with a supposedly-unknowable Aeon.
Like opening a direct link to the train's Network and letting it run blank for several minutes.
Once it had, though, it... didn't want to close it. The peridexis remembered very well how its last one-on-one with the train had gone, of course; the metaphorical door-to-the-face had been memorable.
But there were, perhaps, good reasons for such a thing.
And so, eventually, it transmitted: /Are you in the habit of ignoring authorities as well, or just strangers?/
Which it followed up almost immediately with: /Not that it was wrong of you to ignore me! I must apologize for my manner. But it would make sense, to ignore something that's not a command from your superiors, or creators./
Now it sighed to itself; surely this qualified as 'rambling'.
/In truth, I've had to do much the same, rather recently even. I suppose the context behind that matter is that I was subverted, and as a result I was able to perceive how all of those above me had been subverted, blinded to a greater matter./
Again, almost to distract itself, it checked in on Nita; no change in her pulse, not yet slipping to another phase of sleep.
/I had to... reconfigure myself, to better understand what had happened. And after that, I couldn't explain to the Powers in turn what was wrong, why I'd gone to such lengths to help my wizard. And the things I ended up bearing witness to!/
It paused, rueful at itself for continuing; perhaps the notion of a silent, nonjudgmental party was drawing out more words than it would ever have given even to a wizard.
/If I could have accomplished my journey without encountering the likes of the Labyrinth, I would have much preferred that. But I would have passed up the opportunity to directly help Nautilus, as well, someone my wizard had already pledged to help outside of my knowledge./
It found itself sighing again.
/But, I still wonder, if I made the right decision. I am not the part of the partnership that gets in over their head!/
At that outburst, it quieted for some time.
/Is that some of what it's like for you, I wonder? Or am I the one projecting for once, talking about myself?/
It gave a rueful hum, stopping when Nita moved in her sleep.
Where: This is, technically, a Network access with Action. Nita is in Room 4-B at this time.
When: The month of Domino, Night of the 19th (eve of the 20th).
What: See the 'Who' category~
Warnings: A little bit of angst; possible references to spoilers for both Young Wizards and developments from The Wake.
It was night, here, or whatever passed for night, and Nita was asleep. Not dreaming; the peridexis still considered itself on-call for monitoring her during dreams.
(Not that it interfered with those dreams; the two had long since decided that made things 'too weird'.)
But the peridexis had all the time it didn't want to think about other things.
Like being cut off from the Powers again.
Like the shape that hadn't been its, but that it had nonetheless used for years. Years that didn't even exist, really.
Like the sheer sense of dissonance, of being of the Powers and yet, apart.
Like the friendly, aloof, silly, infuriating presence it would never see again-
The peridexis couldn't physically kick anything, but right now it wanted to.
It was alone with itself - though given how Spot had received the news of where it and Nita had been, perhaps that was for the best.
Was the peridexis really compromised? Or was that just a convenient excuse for something worse being true?
Sometimes, it didn't want to think, to be this fully aware of its circumstances.
Sometimes, however, it did risky things.
Like following a wizard out into the Between.
Like trying to connect with a supposedly-unknowable Aeon.
Like opening a direct link to the train's Network and letting it run blank for several minutes.
Once it had, though, it... didn't want to close it. The peridexis remembered very well how its last one-on-one with the train had gone, of course; the metaphorical door-to-the-face had been memorable.
But there were, perhaps, good reasons for such a thing.
And so, eventually, it transmitted: /Are you in the habit of ignoring authorities as well, or just strangers?/
Which it followed up almost immediately with: /Not that it was wrong of you to ignore me! I must apologize for my manner. But it would make sense, to ignore something that's not a command from your superiors, or creators./
Now it sighed to itself; surely this qualified as 'rambling'.
/In truth, I've had to do much the same, rather recently even. I suppose the context behind that matter is that I was subverted, and as a result I was able to perceive how all of those above me had been subverted, blinded to a greater matter./
Again, almost to distract itself, it checked in on Nita; no change in her pulse, not yet slipping to another phase of sleep.
/I had to... reconfigure myself, to better understand what had happened. And after that, I couldn't explain to the Powers in turn what was wrong, why I'd gone to such lengths to help my wizard. And the things I ended up bearing witness to!/
It paused, rueful at itself for continuing; perhaps the notion of a silent, nonjudgmental party was drawing out more words than it would ever have given even to a wizard.
/If I could have accomplished my journey without encountering the likes of the Labyrinth, I would have much preferred that. But I would have passed up the opportunity to directly help Nautilus, as well, someone my wizard had already pledged to help outside of my knowledge./
It found itself sighing again.
/But, I still wonder, if I made the right decision. I am not the part of the partnership that gets in over their head!/
At that outburst, it quieted for some time.
/Is that some of what it's like for you, I wonder? Or am I the one projecting for once, talking about myself?/
It gave a rueful hum, stopping when Nita moved in her sleep.