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savetheearth2014-11-08 08:49 am
wastingtime) wrote in savetheearth2014-11-08 08:49 am
receive and transmit
WHO; Elian & Julian (& anyone else who stumbles across them)
WHEN; Leeeeeeet's set it as the 7th
WHERE; The teleporter in the Neuschwanstein area.
WHAT; Elian tries the teleporter for the first time, with interesting results. Contains glorious spam psuedosololog at first.
WARNINGS; (Mild?) body horror due to shifting of insides.
With his stay at the hotel running out, there was really no putting it off any longer. Elian had packed his things, ensured they'd be safe, and set off to follow the directions given.
Almost as an afterthought, he'd made a set of detours - first at a sports shop, and then back where he'd left behind most of his items. Then he set off again, shouldering a golf bag, and with a sword hilt sticking out of it like some sort of odd club. The thought of it falling in to another's hands was unnervingly distressing, and even if he wasn't quite ready to wield it as the weapon it was, he decided to at least keep it close to him.
(It also made a good place to pack some of his other things. He had no idea what to expect with all this, but better safe than sorry.)
Then he could make his way to this - teleporter, as they called it - and give it a long few minutes of examination. He had no reason to doubt it worked, but wariness warred with outright curiosity. How did it work? Who'd built it? A few questions to ask others, once he had the chance, but for now...
For now, it was worth a try.
He palmed the interface, eyes widening slightly at the display, and - after a moment of hesitation - touched the area in Europe. Far enough away from any place he'd been, from what he could tell, and...what a curious symbol. Some sort of depiction of Cygnus?
A few more long minutes of hesitation...and then he stepped forwards
and
he hadn't realized he'd fallen until his forearm hit the floor, instinct keeping him from hitting his head, but even then it was hard to tell what was going on through the sudden twisting within him
and his hands curled in to fists, digging in to his palms, hyperaware that something was going on one of those blasted Echoes but he could barely think on that too because it wasn't just a pain from inside
it was memory
but collapsed on the ground like this, staring wide-eyed at nothing, it was no comfort at all because he didn't remember it hurting like this.
WHEN; Leeeeeeet's set it as the 7th
WHERE; The teleporter in the Neuschwanstein area.
WHAT; Elian tries the teleporter for the first time, with interesting results. Contains glorious spam psuedosololog at first.
WARNINGS; (Mild?) body horror due to shifting of insides.
With his stay at the hotel running out, there was really no putting it off any longer. Elian had packed his things, ensured they'd be safe, and set off to follow the directions given.
Almost as an afterthought, he'd made a set of detours - first at a sports shop, and then back where he'd left behind most of his items. Then he set off again, shouldering a golf bag, and with a sword hilt sticking out of it like some sort of odd club. The thought of it falling in to another's hands was unnervingly distressing, and even if he wasn't quite ready to wield it as the weapon it was, he decided to at least keep it close to him.
(It also made a good place to pack some of his other things. He had no idea what to expect with all this, but better safe than sorry.)
Then he could make his way to this - teleporter, as they called it - and give it a long few minutes of examination. He had no reason to doubt it worked, but wariness warred with outright curiosity. How did it work? Who'd built it? A few questions to ask others, once he had the chance, but for now...
For now, it was worth a try.
He palmed the interface, eyes widening slightly at the display, and - after a moment of hesitation - touched the area in Europe. Far enough away from any place he'd been, from what he could tell, and...what a curious symbol. Some sort of depiction of Cygnus?
A few more long minutes of hesitation...and then he stepped forwards
and
he hadn't realized he'd fallen until his forearm hit the floor, instinct keeping him from hitting his head, but even then it was hard to tell what was going on through the sudden twisting within him
as if parts and pieces were stretch-shaping themselves and it hurt
he considered himself far from a weakling but it Hurt and he wanted to shout for help but he couldn't even speak
it felt like something was shifting in his own throat
it felt like something was shifting in his own throat
and his hands curled in to fists, digging in to his palms, hyperaware that something was going on one of those blasted Echoes but he could barely think on that too because it wasn't just a pain from inside
it was memory
i've done this before
but collapsed on the ground like this, staring wide-eyed at nothing, it was no comfort at all because he didn't remember it hurting like this.