Bond Breaker (SI - Multiverse Cross)
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Giygas
Cutest Sawk i could find. Lucario is a nice extra.
... Well, even if i never wrote it i "Created" a world in which the magical Core of the world exploded, causing a lot of mutations, warped dimensions and general apocalipse.
I think anybody here will probably hate me a lot, and i will not react really well at existing in that place knowing that i unknowingly created it.
I think anybody here will probably hate me a lot, and i will not react really well at existing in that place knowing that i unknowingly created it.
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Chapter Forty-Five
I remained quiet as I watched the proceedings of the remaining battles ensure, and by the time they were over, I slipped behind Hinata as she started to walk away -both Kiba and Shino had reached the finals, since without Naruto there, they had both fought random no-name Genin and beaten them.
"You'll do better next time, Hinata," Kurenai said gently, and Hinata just nodded stiffly, a wary glance in my direction.
I remained silent, merely glaring in her direction.
"Yes, sensei!" she said sharply, and I nodded.
Ka-chink.
...
I had no words.
...
Already?
Well...
This was starting to get troublesome.
I had insulted her, and she was still starting to trust me? What was wrong with her?
I clenched the sides of my arms crossed over my chest with my hands, firmly digging my nails into them as I remained silent and in a foul mood. She wasn't even wondering who I was, or what I was.
She just accepted my presence, for some reason.
Leaving the forest was done by foot -and it didn't prove to take more than an hour, when you had a Jounin escorting you out and showing you the quickest way.
"What if we go and eat something together to celebrate Kiba and Shino's success in the second phase?" Kurenai asked.
"You have to meet with Naruto," I said flatly. "Next time, maybe."
"A-Ah, Eh-ehm," Hinata fidgeted.
"Next time, maybe," I stressed out, once more.
Hinata swallowed thickly.
"And if you stutter," I added softly, and let my words hang in the air.
Hinata took a deep breath. "I have something I need to do, teacher," she said as firmly as she could -it still sounded like a mouse squeaking, but it was progress- "Maybe next time."
Kurenai's eyes widened briefly, but she nodded with a grimace. "Would you like me to be present with your father?"
"Fuck him," I retorted. "I don't need help confronting him."
Hinata turned crimson.
And shook her head while staying quiet.
"I can do it myself," she quickly said, wincing as she expected me to chew her out for not repeating word-by-word.
She quietly opened one eye to the shocked expression of Kurenai, and my half-bored one with a raised eyebrow. before stepping away from her shell-shocked teammates and waving goodbye as she went through the streets.
"You know where Naruto lives," I said offhandedly, "And you know where he trains, don't you?" I asked, as if I was striking a conversation.
Hinata squeakily nodded her head.
"That's stalker-behavior, you know," I commented, and Hinata turned even redder. "Admiring someone from afar is either stalker or adoring fan behavior, and neither are what you can become. So, let's go find him, wherever he is."
"H-Ho do you know Na-Naruto?" Hinata asked as she walked, and I hummed.
"I taught him when I was attached to him," I gestured at my chain. "You still haven't asked me what I am."
Hinata remained quiet for a while, and then answered softly. "You're the boogeyman sent from hell to take me, aren't you?"
I blinked and then I chuckled, "No. I'm not."
"You're a spirit," Hinata stressed. "A ghost who hates the living."
"Nope again," I said calmly. "There is a reason I'm harsh, Hinata, but-"
Ka-chink.
Oh for fuck's sake!
We were at three already!
I quieted down, and Hinata didn't pry.
Naruto wasn't at home, which didn't quite surprise me.
"Use the Byakugan," I said calmly. "You should use your natural abilities to your advantage, not forget about them like they don't mean anything."
Hinata did so, and grimaced.
"I can't find him in the crowd," she said.
"Really? You can see everything and everyone at once. Go at it by stages," I said. "First, Naruto wears orange, then he's got blond hair, finally, he has whisker marks on his face. Now go by exclusion."
Hinata breathed and exhaled softly, before with a rattling cough she stopped using it.
"Found him," she said.
Ka-chink.
And thus the bell tolled four.
Even if the start was rocky, Hinata didn't care. She had probably already forgotten about it.
I could tell her about it though. This would mean more pain coming my way later however.
And...
And what was pain anyway?
I'd just grit my teeth and live through it.
"Listen, I've got something to tell you," I said as we began to walk once more. "The reason I was harsh at first...it's because of how I travel through worlds," Hinata looked at me puzzled, and I explained.
I explained it all.
"Oh," she said softly. "Why did you tell me this then? You'll get hurt later on," I had insulted her before, and she was merely concerned for me. I was at a loss.
Hinata was the 'Good Kid' of the Naruto world. Sakura was the Tsundere flat-chested character, and Tenten was the unused 'There are good female ninja' while Ino was, at the moment, the bratty 'My chest is bigger than yours' rival of the flat-chest.
I massaged my temples. "Because you're trusting me too easily," I said, "And I won't manage to have a conversation with Naruto if this keeps up."
"I'm sorry," Hinata said.
"Don't apologize," I replied with a light groan. "Not everything's your fault."
"S-So," Hinata stuttered, fidgeting with her fingertips pressed together. "What do I need to tell Naruto?"
"This and that," I replied with a shrug, "I'll see when we find him."
Naruto was training near a hill, rushing his way up and down it, probably to get faster or something of the sort.
"Waahh-" he yelled as he touched the end of the tree at the top of the hill, and then rushed back down. "Man! Too slow!"
"Call out to him," I said to Hinata who...had already hidden behind a tree?
"I-I don't-"
"Don't do it for yourself, do it for me," I said. "If you really can't muster the courage, then everything's for nothing."
Hinata swallowed, and pushed herself out from behind the tree.
Naruto predictably stopped when he saw Hinata near him.
"Uh?" he frowned, and inclined his head to the side. "You are?"
...
What do you mean 'you are?' ? Don't you know who she is, Naruto?
"I-I'm H-Hinata," Hinata stuttered.
"No stuttering," I deadpanned. Hinata swallowed. "Tell him it's about 'Shade'."
"It's about," Hinata's face was red as she saw Naruto looking at her with vivid interest. "S-Shade."
Naruto's eyes widened in surprise. "You know about teacher Shade!?" he exclaimed loudly, flailing his arms around. "Wait, you can see him? Is it because your eyes are white?"
"N-No," Hinata stuttered. "He's...he's here right now," she said, and pointed at where I was floating.
"Oh," Naruto's face scrunched up. "Why can't I see him?" he asked.
"I can only be seen by the person I'm attached to," I said calmly, "And I am attached to persons who are hurt inside," I continued, and Hinata quietly related all of my words. "Since you're no longer hurt, I'm no longer by your side."
"Oh," Naruto blinked. "Does this mean we'll never see each other again, teacher?"
"Nah," I replied with a shrug. "Why don't you try to make Hinata's life less 'hurtful'? That way-"
"He said you'll see each other again soon, Naruto," Hinata said softly.
"Repeat word by word," I remarked dryly, but Hinata bit her lips, and remained silent.
"What are you being shy for?" I asked her. "He can help."
She still refused to speak.
"Very well," I said flatly. "Then tell him I wish for him to train with you."
Hinata stammered it out, and Naruto frowned, before scratching the back of his head. "Uh, did you tell her everything about me, teacher?"
"No," I said, and Hinata dutifully replied as such. "When you'll trust her enough, you'll tell her yourself," I added calmly. "It's your call and your decision."
"Man, it sure feels creepy to hear your words through Hinata's voice. Can't you, I dunno, become visible or something somehow?"
I sighed. "I don't think it's possible, Naruto."
"Well, why don't you try?"
"And how should I go about with it?"
"Uh...wear something bright!"
"Wear something bright?" I drawled. I patted my jacket. "My jacket's grey, I doubt it can become brighter-"
And the jacket turned a nice garnishingly cream-puff white color.
I blinked.
I stared.
"Well? Did it work?" Naruto asked. "I can't see you teacher."
"Darker," I said softly. And the jacket turned darker, until it became black.
I gave a puzzled look to it. I could change my jacket's color?
Really?
"Orange," I said flatly.
Nothing happened.
"Uh, well-"
"By the way, Hinata-chan," Naruto said in a quiet voice, which I didn't like at all.
Hinata blinked, "Yes, Naruto?"
I looked puzzled towards Naruto, who seemed to hold a half-demented grin on his face.
"Give teacher back."
The rasengan missed Hinata by inches as the girl deftly jumped backwards, avoiding the swing of the chakra-murdering technique.
I stared.
Oi.
Naruto, this isn't funny.
This is-
"I'm going to enjoy murdering you and carving teacher Shade's name on your skull," Naruto cackled softly.
"Brighter," I half-hissed and half-screeched.
The jacket turned to grey.
And Naruto blinked. "Uh, by the way," Naruto said softly as Hinata stared at him in shock. "Is everything all right? Why are you that far back?"
My shoulders trembled.
This-This wasn't possible-This...
"Brighter?" I hazarded again.
"Neh, Hinata-chan!" Naruto giggled as he rushed forward with blinding speed. "You know, for the first time in forever I feel like we have a contact, you and I, and-"
"Oh God," I brought a hand to my mouth. "Oh god, Oh god all mighty."
"And I think we should totally get together, you know what I mean? After I ditch this horrible orange and get some black trench-coat somewhere the stupid villagers-"
Hinata turned crimson, but that was from Naruto holding her hands.
"Darker, back to grey, whatever!" I shrieked as Naruto frowned, and looked down. He hastily let go of Hinata's hand.
"Gah! What's going on?!"
I clenched my right fist and stared in surprise at him.
"Tell him," I said calmly, "That he's a genius."
Hinata referred my words.
Naruto blushed scarlett.
// What just happened. Must have been during the probability backlash, the memory overflowed in the adjacent banks. I TOLD YOU SO.
I remained quiet as I watched the proceedings of the remaining battles ensure, and by the time they were over, I slipped behind Hinata as she started to walk away -both Kiba and Shino had reached the finals, since without Naruto there, they had both fought random no-name Genin and beaten them.
"You'll do better next time, Hinata," Kurenai said gently, and Hinata just nodded stiffly, a wary glance in my direction.
I remained silent, merely glaring in her direction.
"Yes, sensei!" she said sharply, and I nodded.
Ka-chink.
...
I had no words.
...
Already?
Well...
This was starting to get troublesome.
I had insulted her, and she was still starting to trust me? What was wrong with her?
I clenched the sides of my arms crossed over my chest with my hands, firmly digging my nails into them as I remained silent and in a foul mood. She wasn't even wondering who I was, or what I was.
She just accepted my presence, for some reason.
Leaving the forest was done by foot -and it didn't prove to take more than an hour, when you had a Jounin escorting you out and showing you the quickest way.
"What if we go and eat something together to celebrate Kiba and Shino's success in the second phase?" Kurenai asked.
"You have to meet with Naruto," I said flatly. "Next time, maybe."
"A-Ah, Eh-ehm," Hinata fidgeted.
"Next time, maybe," I stressed out, once more.
Hinata swallowed thickly.
"And if you stutter," I added softly, and let my words hang in the air.
Hinata took a deep breath. "I have something I need to do, teacher," she said as firmly as she could -it still sounded like a mouse squeaking, but it was progress- "Maybe next time."
Kurenai's eyes widened briefly, but she nodded with a grimace. "Would you like me to be present with your father?"
"Fuck him," I retorted. "I don't need help confronting him."
Hinata turned crimson.
And shook her head while staying quiet.
"I can do it myself," she quickly said, wincing as she expected me to chew her out for not repeating word-by-word.
She quietly opened one eye to the shocked expression of Kurenai, and my half-bored one with a raised eyebrow. before stepping away from her shell-shocked teammates and waving goodbye as she went through the streets.
"You know where Naruto lives," I said offhandedly, "And you know where he trains, don't you?" I asked, as if I was striking a conversation.
Hinata squeakily nodded her head.
"That's stalker-behavior, you know," I commented, and Hinata turned even redder. "Admiring someone from afar is either stalker or adoring fan behavior, and neither are what you can become. So, let's go find him, wherever he is."
"H-Ho do you know Na-Naruto?" Hinata asked as she walked, and I hummed.
"I taught him when I was attached to him," I gestured at my chain. "You still haven't asked me what I am."
Hinata remained quiet for a while, and then answered softly. "You're the boogeyman sent from hell to take me, aren't you?"
I blinked and then I chuckled, "No. I'm not."
"You're a spirit," Hinata stressed. "A ghost who hates the living."
"Nope again," I said calmly. "There is a reason I'm harsh, Hinata, but-"
Ka-chink.
Oh for fuck's sake!
We were at three already!
I quieted down, and Hinata didn't pry.
Naruto wasn't at home, which didn't quite surprise me.
"Use the Byakugan," I said calmly. "You should use your natural abilities to your advantage, not forget about them like they don't mean anything."
Hinata did so, and grimaced.
"I can't find him in the crowd," she said.
"Really? You can see everything and everyone at once. Go at it by stages," I said. "First, Naruto wears orange, then he's got blond hair, finally, he has whisker marks on his face. Now go by exclusion."
Hinata breathed and exhaled softly, before with a rattling cough she stopped using it.
"Found him," she said.
Ka-chink.
And thus the bell tolled four.
Even if the start was rocky, Hinata didn't care. She had probably already forgotten about it.
I could tell her about it though. This would mean more pain coming my way later however.
And...
And what was pain anyway?
I'd just grit my teeth and live through it.
"Listen, I've got something to tell you," I said as we began to walk once more. "The reason I was harsh at first...it's because of how I travel through worlds," Hinata looked at me puzzled, and I explained.
I explained it all.
"Oh," she said softly. "Why did you tell me this then? You'll get hurt later on," I had insulted her before, and she was merely concerned for me. I was at a loss.
Hinata was the 'Good Kid' of the Naruto world. Sakura was the Tsundere flat-chested character, and Tenten was the unused 'There are good female ninja' while Ino was, at the moment, the bratty 'My chest is bigger than yours' rival of the flat-chest.
I massaged my temples. "Because you're trusting me too easily," I said, "And I won't manage to have a conversation with Naruto if this keeps up."
"I'm sorry," Hinata said.
"Don't apologize," I replied with a light groan. "Not everything's your fault."
"S-So," Hinata stuttered, fidgeting with her fingertips pressed together. "What do I need to tell Naruto?"
"This and that," I replied with a shrug, "I'll see when we find him."
Naruto was training near a hill, rushing his way up and down it, probably to get faster or something of the sort.
"Waahh-" he yelled as he touched the end of the tree at the top of the hill, and then rushed back down. "Man! Too slow!"
"Call out to him," I said to Hinata who...had already hidden behind a tree?
"I-I don't-"
"Don't do it for yourself, do it for me," I said. "If you really can't muster the courage, then everything's for nothing."
Hinata swallowed, and pushed herself out from behind the tree.
Naruto predictably stopped when he saw Hinata near him.
"Uh?" he frowned, and inclined his head to the side. "You are?"
...
What do you mean 'you are?' ? Don't you know who she is, Naruto?
"I-I'm H-Hinata," Hinata stuttered.
"No stuttering," I deadpanned. Hinata swallowed. "Tell him it's about 'Shade'."
"It's about," Hinata's face was red as she saw Naruto looking at her with vivid interest. "S-Shade."
Naruto's eyes widened in surprise. "You know about teacher Shade!?" he exclaimed loudly, flailing his arms around. "Wait, you can see him? Is it because your eyes are white?"
"N-No," Hinata stuttered. "He's...he's here right now," she said, and pointed at where I was floating.
"Oh," Naruto's face scrunched up. "Why can't I see him?" he asked.
"I can only be seen by the person I'm attached to," I said calmly, "And I am attached to persons who are hurt inside," I continued, and Hinata quietly related all of my words. "Since you're no longer hurt, I'm no longer by your side."
"Oh," Naruto blinked. "Does this mean we'll never see each other again, teacher?"
"Nah," I replied with a shrug. "Why don't you try to make Hinata's life less 'hurtful'? That way-"
"He said you'll see each other again soon, Naruto," Hinata said softly.
"Repeat word by word," I remarked dryly, but Hinata bit her lips, and remained silent.
"What are you being shy for?" I asked her. "He can help."
She still refused to speak.
"Very well," I said flatly. "Then tell him I wish for him to train with you."
Hinata stammered it out, and Naruto frowned, before scratching the back of his head. "Uh, did you tell her everything about me, teacher?"
"No," I said, and Hinata dutifully replied as such. "When you'll trust her enough, you'll tell her yourself," I added calmly. "It's your call and your decision."
"Man, it sure feels creepy to hear your words through Hinata's voice. Can't you, I dunno, become visible or something somehow?"
I sighed. "I don't think it's possible, Naruto."
"Well, why don't you try?"
"And how should I go about with it?"
"Uh...wear something bright!"
"Wear something bright?" I drawled. I patted my jacket. "My jacket's grey, I doubt it can become brighter-"
And the jacket turned a nice garnishingly cream-puff white color.
I blinked.
I stared.
"Well? Did it work?" Naruto asked. "I can't see you teacher."
"Darker," I said softly. And the jacket turned darker, until it became black.
I gave a puzzled look to it. I could change my jacket's color?
Really?
"Orange," I said flatly.
Nothing happened.
"Uh, well-"
"By the way, Hinata-chan," Naruto said in a quiet voice, which I didn't like at all.
Hinata blinked, "Yes, Naruto?"
I looked puzzled towards Naruto, who seemed to hold a half-demented grin on his face.
"Give teacher back."
The rasengan missed Hinata by inches as the girl deftly jumped backwards, avoiding the swing of the chakra-murdering technique.
I stared.
Oi.
Naruto, this isn't funny.
This is-
"I'm going to enjoy murdering you and carving teacher Shade's name on your skull," Naruto cackled softly.
"Brighter," I half-hissed and half-screeched.
The jacket turned to grey.
And Naruto blinked. "Uh, by the way," Naruto said softly as Hinata stared at him in shock. "Is everything all right? Why are you that far back?"
My shoulders trembled.
This-This wasn't possible-This...
"Brighter?" I hazarded again.
"Neh, Hinata-chan!" Naruto giggled as he rushed forward with blinding speed. "You know, for the first time in forever I feel like we have a contact, you and I, and-"
"Oh God," I brought a hand to my mouth. "Oh god, Oh god all mighty."
"And I think we should totally get together, you know what I mean? After I ditch this horrible orange and get some black trench-coat somewhere the stupid villagers-"
Hinata turned crimson, but that was from Naruto holding her hands.
"Darker, back to grey, whatever!" I shrieked as Naruto frowned, and looked down. He hastily let go of Hinata's hand.
"Gah! What's going on?!"
I clenched my right fist and stared in surprise at him.
"Tell him," I said calmly, "That he's a genius."
Hinata referred my words.
Naruto blushed scarlett.
// What just happened. Must have been during the probability backlash, the memory overflowed in the adjacent banks. I TOLD YOU SO.
Dimensionist
Grandmaster of Apologism, Keeper of the Faith
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- Bangalore, India
... What just happened? The colors of his jacket now respond to Naruto's nature?
- Location
- None
And here we see that probability is vulnerable to buffer overflows... wow. So the multiverse is written in C-Code. (I could make a terrible pun about concept code... I made it.)
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He can turn Naruto into a Fanon Gary Stu...
That's hilarious.
Silver W. King
King of Adventures
- Location
- The Nasuverse
Oh god. 
You can control the Stu Factor. That's the most OP thing there is.
You can control the Stu Factor. That's the most OP thing there is.
RazorBlaxe
Just another transient being
- Location
- Earth
And the best part was the third voice going all 'I TOLD YOU SO!' as the other two runs around trying to fix things.
Ryu Gabriev
Angry short person that's good with his hands.
- Location
- Dallas, TX
I regret that I have but one like, to give to this awesomeness. But I possess many smiles...
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Chapter Forty-Six
Flabbergasted.
I liked the word 'Flabbergasted'. It was a long mouthful of a word and it fit perfectly in the situation I was in.
I was flabbergasted.
On one side, Grim-Derpness. On the other, Fanon Gary.
I didn't know if this applied to all of my ex-first contacts, or if it was the world itself, but I wasn't going to try turning Naruto Grim-Derp -he'd go and murder brutally Hinata- or Fanon -he'd go and brutally murder the rest of the village while yelling how much they hated him- and I just looked at my jacket.
What else had I missed that should have been obvious?
"Left?" I hazarded. Nothing happened.
"Right?" I tried, again, nothing.
The chain had moved position over my arm once, in the Harry Potter verse.
That much had to be repeatable, somehow.
But what had been the word?
"What did I say?" I frowned. Had I even said anything? Hadn't it just been sort of obvious? I had raised my right arm in the air, clenched my fist, and then I had just wished, very, very hard enough, for the 'law of the world's universe' to change into something else.
There was a brief rustling, and the chain quietly slithered its way on my other arm.
"Oh," I blinked. I lifted my left arm, clenched my fist, and repeated the motion and the desire.
The chain rustled briefly back to its original place.
"Oh."
I took a deep breaths.
"Powers. I've got reality altering powers," I acquiesced. "And I realize this now, of course, of all times."
I pushed a hand through my hair as I took a deep breath.
"But wait," I blinked. "If I alter the fundamental law of the Universe that 'Naruto can redeem anyone provided he punches them enough'," I paled. And inwardly, I swore never to change that fundamental law of this world. How could I decide which law to change anyway? Were there more than one? Was there even a way to understand which-was-which?
"Naruto's laws," I mumbled as I kept an eye over Hinata and Naruto apparently 'training' together. Naruto kept on running, Hinata followed. It was going to build up stamina, and if it didn't and was merely running, then amen to that. I knew nothing of 'training regiments', but whatever floated their boat was fine.
Anything Naruto punched would eventually be redeemed -that was a pretty obvious one.
It was also known as 'Redemption is available for everyone'.
Then, 'The Sharingan always has an extra trick available'.
That too could be considered a law of sorts.
And then...
'Naruto likes ramen so much he can eat bowls of the stuff'.
"Can I change all three of them?" I mumbled, scratching the underside of my chin. "Or can I only change one without control on which it is?"
I had to do some testing.
I floated back near Naruto. "Hey, Hinata, would you mind telling Naruto to stop? I need to ask him some questions."
Hinata dutifully replied, and Naruto stopped.
"Naruto, do you like ramen?" I asked cautiously.
"Duh, what question is that," Naruto replied with a shrug. "Course I do teacher!"
I concentrated, and brought up my right arm, clenched in a fist.
The chain rustled, and changed position.
"Do you still like ramen?"
Naruto frowned, but nodded. "Yeah, of course I do. Why the question?"
I exhaled. "I'm testing something."
Hinata related my words.
"Are you feeling anything different at all?" I asked, the chain still on my left arm.
Naruto shook his head.
"Uh," I frowned. "What could possibly have changed..."
I sighed. I'd have to keep an eye out on possible changes and then return things as they were, depending on the situation at hand.
With a dismissive gesture, I crossed my arms over my chest.
So, I could change the world's 'Grim-Derpness' and 'Fanon-Gary' and I could probably 'tweak' in some way the world itself.
Was there even a stage in-between the two?
Maybe there was a way to interact with people in the end, but I had no idea how.
I hummed and gripped my chain.
So...the chain slithered from my right arm to my left one. When it did that, it simply 'snaked' its way across my shoulders, and then reached my other hand.
I made a loose noose, and floated near a tree, surrounding it with the change.
Then I altered the 'law'.
Brown.
I blearily opened my eyes in the darkness.
I had the mother of all headaches pounding at the side of my head, and I couldn't breathe, and everything felt different, and-
//You crashed the system. You crashed the system. Rules of nature aren't meant to bend like that.
The voice was flat.
"W-What?" I groggily asked.
//Refrain from further experiment or altering the projected data retrieval. There will be no second warning, and we will proceed to forcefully terminate the Data worlds. And we'll do that while you're watching them burn 'Insert Evil Cackle'.
"B-But what happened?" I asked.
//You tried to alter core data-laws inherent within the matrix of creation. You cannot alter a 'Tree', for it is a 'Tree' and can never become something else. Limit yourself to Above-Status copies of objects from now on.
"Uh...you're quite forthcoming with information now," I said softly.
//If it impairs our ability of Data Retrieval, then we must be. Do not expect more information: it lowers Data Retrieval. In fact, this should be a one-time scenario, and you will pay for this with an increased Data Retrieval further-
"You're talking about Angst when you say 'Data' don't you?" I asked blearily. "Or drama, or tragedy."
There was a brief moment of silence in the darkness.
//No. That would be stupid. We refer to the probabilistic variability within the living being's natural freedom of choice unbound by the laws of Cause and Effect.
"You lost me. Congratulation," I deadpanned.
The darkness disappeared.
And I was in a room, a nice, sumptuous room that had marbles on the ground -this was supposed to be Shinji's world, wasn't it?- and there was a large bed, a window that gave into a beautiful scenery with an ocean, and a sleeping blond-haired girl in the bed that was terrifyingly familiar to me.
"Is this a jab?" I asked offhandedly in the thin air. "Should I just 'Let It Go'?"
And to my words, even if softly spoken, Elsa of 'Frozen' -child version- woke up.
And she then proceeded to shriek and turn the room into an icy parlor of ice.
Wonderful.
First impressions are everything, right?
//Now everything should be back on track. Hopefully. There is no hope, there is only casual randomness of the universe.
Flabbergasted.
I liked the word 'Flabbergasted'. It was a long mouthful of a word and it fit perfectly in the situation I was in.
I was flabbergasted.
On one side, Grim-Derpness. On the other, Fanon Gary.
I didn't know if this applied to all of my ex-first contacts, or if it was the world itself, but I wasn't going to try turning Naruto Grim-Derp -he'd go and murder brutally Hinata- or Fanon -he'd go and brutally murder the rest of the village while yelling how much they hated him- and I just looked at my jacket.
What else had I missed that should have been obvious?
"Left?" I hazarded. Nothing happened.
"Right?" I tried, again, nothing.
The chain had moved position over my arm once, in the Harry Potter verse.
That much had to be repeatable, somehow.
But what had been the word?
"What did I say?" I frowned. Had I even said anything? Hadn't it just been sort of obvious? I had raised my right arm in the air, clenched my fist, and then I had just wished, very, very hard enough, for the 'law of the world's universe' to change into something else.
There was a brief rustling, and the chain quietly slithered its way on my other arm.
"Oh," I blinked. I lifted my left arm, clenched my fist, and repeated the motion and the desire.
The chain rustled briefly back to its original place.
"Oh."
I took a deep breaths.
"Powers. I've got reality altering powers," I acquiesced. "And I realize this now, of course, of all times."
I pushed a hand through my hair as I took a deep breath.
"But wait," I blinked. "If I alter the fundamental law of the Universe that 'Naruto can redeem anyone provided he punches them enough'," I paled. And inwardly, I swore never to change that fundamental law of this world. How could I decide which law to change anyway? Were there more than one? Was there even a way to understand which-was-which?
"Naruto's laws," I mumbled as I kept an eye over Hinata and Naruto apparently 'training' together. Naruto kept on running, Hinata followed. It was going to build up stamina, and if it didn't and was merely running, then amen to that. I knew nothing of 'training regiments', but whatever floated their boat was fine.
Anything Naruto punched would eventually be redeemed -that was a pretty obvious one.
It was also known as 'Redemption is available for everyone'.
Then, 'The Sharingan always has an extra trick available'.
That too could be considered a law of sorts.
And then...
'Naruto likes ramen so much he can eat bowls of the stuff'.
"Can I change all three of them?" I mumbled, scratching the underside of my chin. "Or can I only change one without control on which it is?"
I had to do some testing.
I floated back near Naruto. "Hey, Hinata, would you mind telling Naruto to stop? I need to ask him some questions."
Hinata dutifully replied, and Naruto stopped.
"Naruto, do you like ramen?" I asked cautiously.
"Duh, what question is that," Naruto replied with a shrug. "Course I do teacher!"
I concentrated, and brought up my right arm, clenched in a fist.
The chain rustled, and changed position.
"Do you still like ramen?"
Naruto frowned, but nodded. "Yeah, of course I do. Why the question?"
I exhaled. "I'm testing something."
Hinata related my words.
"Are you feeling anything different at all?" I asked, the chain still on my left arm.
Naruto shook his head.
"Uh," I frowned. "What could possibly have changed..."
I sighed. I'd have to keep an eye out on possible changes and then return things as they were, depending on the situation at hand.
With a dismissive gesture, I crossed my arms over my chest.
So, I could change the world's 'Grim-Derpness' and 'Fanon-Gary' and I could probably 'tweak' in some way the world itself.
Was there even a stage in-between the two?
Maybe there was a way to interact with people in the end, but I had no idea how.
I hummed and gripped my chain.
So...the chain slithered from my right arm to my left one. When it did that, it simply 'snaked' its way across my shoulders, and then reached my other hand.
I made a loose noose, and floated near a tree, surrounding it with the change.
Then I altered the 'law'.
Brown.
I blearily opened my eyes in the darkness.
I had the mother of all headaches pounding at the side of my head, and I couldn't breathe, and everything felt different, and-
//You crashed the system. You crashed the system. Rules of nature aren't meant to bend like that.
The voice was flat.
"W-What?" I groggily asked.
//Refrain from further experiment or altering the projected data retrieval. There will be no second warning, and we will proceed to forcefully terminate the Data worlds. And we'll do that while you're watching them burn 'Insert Evil Cackle'.
"B-But what happened?" I asked.
//You tried to alter core data-laws inherent within the matrix of creation. You cannot alter a 'Tree', for it is a 'Tree' and can never become something else. Limit yourself to Above-Status copies of objects from now on.
"Uh...you're quite forthcoming with information now," I said softly.
//If it impairs our ability of Data Retrieval, then we must be. Do not expect more information: it lowers Data Retrieval. In fact, this should be a one-time scenario, and you will pay for this with an increased Data Retrieval further-
"You're talking about Angst when you say 'Data' don't you?" I asked blearily. "Or drama, or tragedy."
There was a brief moment of silence in the darkness.
//No. That would be stupid. We refer to the probabilistic variability within the living being's natural freedom of choice unbound by the laws of Cause and Effect.
"You lost me. Congratulation," I deadpanned.
The darkness disappeared.
And I was in a room, a nice, sumptuous room that had marbles on the ground -this was supposed to be Shinji's world, wasn't it?- and there was a large bed, a window that gave into a beautiful scenery with an ocean, and a sleeping blond-haired girl in the bed that was terrifyingly familiar to me.
"Is this a jab?" I asked offhandedly in the thin air. "Should I just 'Let It Go'?"
And to my words, even if softly spoken, Elsa of 'Frozen' -child version- woke up.
And she then proceeded to shriek and turn the room into an icy parlor of ice.
Wonderful.
First impressions are everything, right?
//Now everything should be back on track. Hopefully. There is no hope, there is only casual randomness of the universe.
RazorBlaxe
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It's official. Voice number three is one of us. From now on I'm calling him Steve the Velocitist.
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Chapter Forty-Seven
"I come in peace," I said, both hands raised up.
"G-G-G-Ghost!" Elsa shrieked, and ice rose from the floor passing through me.
"No," I replied calmly. "I am not a ghost," I said, floating near. "Do you see blood on me somewhere?"
Elsa trembled and hid beneath her clothes.
"You're really not listening to me, uh," I drawled, before crossing my arms over my chest and turning thoughtful.
"Well," I said in the end. "This is Disney anyway, isn't it?" I whispered. "And if it's Disney..."
I snapped my fingers.
"Hey there young lady," I said, "Have no fear."
I tapped my chest, "Come on now, I'm not a bear."
No, apparently 'singing' wasn't a part of the Fundamental Laws of the Movie.
I couldn't sing to save my life.
"I'm not a scary, meanie ghost.
I'm just a traveler who's lost," I kept it up.
"Making rhymes on the fly isn't easy you know,
but I'm trying my hardest to just let it go," I continued, wincing from the shame.
"Please, pretty please,
won't you just talk with me.
I promise, and I swear if you do,
there'll be something sweet for you!"
I clapped my hands.
Elsa still trembled beneath the bed. "Not working, uh," I drawled.
"Well..." I sighed. "Hey, listen."
I waited a heartbeat.
"Hey, listen."
I waited another heartbeat.
"Hey, listen."
Another heartbeat.
"Hey, listen."
I went on like that for minutes, before Elsa finally peeked her head out from the bed sheets.
"Finally," I sighed. "You done being scared?"
"Y-You're a ghost," Elsa hazarded.
"No I'm not," I replied with a huff. "I'm an Inter-dimensional Traveler lost in a constant flux-state of time and space."
"What?" Elsa scrunched her nose up, not understanding. She couldn't have been older than eight. Had she already hit her sister on the face with ice magic? It did seem probable -before, there was no 'hurt' in her life.
"I'm not a ghost. Just a lost traveler on the road of life," I said sagely.
"But you're not real," she said firmly.
"Yes I am," I drawled, arms crossed. "I am real where I stand just as you are real where you are."
"You aren't hurt," Elsa said once more, eyes wide. "I'm sorry!" she screamed next, and more ice spread from the ground. She gasped and clutched her sheets.
"It's all right," I replied. "You cannot harm me. Nothing can," except trees, but those simply make the system crash.
The system known as 'Reality'.
Well, people always bickered about 'Virtual Reality' but apparently, wherever I was 'Reality' itself could be written and re-written...except for trees.
Because trees were bad-ass 'I am a tree! And forever I will stand as a tree!' things.
This seemed to calm Elsa a bit. "Conceal, don't feel," she began to mutter, watching the ice completely terrified by it.
"Oh, it's going to melt faster if you open the window," I remarked. "Are we in spring?" I asked, "Or is it summer?"
"Autumn," Elsa said quietly.
"Winter is coming then," I said in a very serious voice, and Elsa looked at me puzzled. "Right, you wouldn't catch the reference," I said.
Elsa opened the window, and then quietly returned to her bed -she was barefooted, but she didn't feel the cold, apparently.
"I'm Elsa," Elsa said. "What's your name?" she asked, "And don't you know it's rude to enter someone else's room like that? You scared me! And it's dangerous to scare me," she added softly.
"I am Shade," I said, "traveler of worlds," I added giving it 'quite' the importance. "And I cannot choose where I appear, only that wherever I go, there's a hurt child somewhere."
Elsa winced. "That's...That's my sister, you got the wrong room-"
"No, no, no," I said while gently shaking my head, nearing her quietly. "The hurt I speak of is different. It is the hurt of the soul, the despair, the flowing and endless hurt that a being can feel and that makes them cry, or makes them feel as if their life is worthless and meaningless. The sadness and the grief, I come to them, and generally, where I can, I try to fix them."
Ka-chink.
"Can-Can you take away my powers then?" Elsa asked, hope in her voice. "I'll give you anything you ask if-"
"First, I don't take things from kids," I said, "And second, that's not how it works. The only power I have," except reality-altering, but I do not want to see what a Fanon-Elsa or a Grim-Derp Elsa do. "Is that of words. And it's powerful indeed," I added. "Words started wars and killed people," I crossed my arms behind my back, "And words are probably the only thing that can soothe a soul."
That, or a pc-game marathon.
My soul is easily soothed after all.
Elsa looked downcast at that.
"What I can do," I said, "is be here even after you've come to trust me," I added.
To that, Elsa scrunched her face up, and so I explained.
I kept out the 'Horrible Pain ever-increasing' after that, and simply left it at a 'two-week time limit if I told people that trusting me made me disappear'.
My hands behind my back, I gazed at the scenery. "It's still night out there," I said. "You should catch some sleep. I'll be here come the morning."
"Really?" Elsa asked.
"Sure," I nodded. "I don't sleep."
Neither did Elsa, since she apparently decided every now and then to open one eye and check whether I was still there or not.
I gazed out of the window.
Arendelle was the name of the place, but...Elsa couldn't be older than eight. Had her parents already died at sea? Were they going to die? I didn't know the specific 'age' of the happening.
Maybe they were already dead for all I knew.
In the end, morning came, and Elsa was woken up by a servant who brought her breakfast on a tray.
Elsa's eyes widened as she looked from me to the servant, but she concealed her shock pretty quickly.
"Nobody but you can see me," I said, and that pacified the young girl a lot.
Elsa wore gloves, quietly dressed and began to eat at a small desk by the side of her room.
Then the first tutor came in.
"Oh," I blinked and looked down. "Math? Interesting."
Elsa worked diligently, was given 'homework' and then the tutor left, to be replaced by another.
The tutors had to be servants of the palace. It was highly probable none of them ever left the palace, and since Elsa never left her room...
"And in the year of Arendelle's founding..."
I tuned out the history lesson and yawned.
"You've got quite the packed schedule for an eight years old," I said calmly.
Elsa nodded numbly. "I'll be Queen one day," she replied. "I have to learn everything properly."
"Sad truth is that the world would be a better place if everyone was as diligent as you," I remarked. "Still, you forgot to carry the two in that division."
Elsa frowned, realized her mistake, and quietly corrected it.
"And that's a twenty-one, not a thirty-seven."
"Oh," she widened her eyes. "I wasn't-"
"Paying attention? Probably, but really, three times seven is seven, fourteen, twenty-one."
I hummed, "Now, trickier math problems require trickier math solutions, but mostly, math's about following the proper procedures to solve the problems."
I floated behind her, "Well, since you're done, how about heading out?"
Elsa shook her head, a thin veneer of forming at her window. "N-No," she stuttered out. "I don't want to."
"Ah, fear of the outside?" I asked. "Or fear you'll hurt someone?" I pressed on.
"B-Both," Elsa acquiesced.
"Well, if you head toward the mountain, I doubt you'll be able to hurt anyone," I said calmly. "And if there are wild beasts, you can shoo them away with your mystical super-powers of ice!" I clenched my right fist. "And maybe do a pose like 'take this!' or 'take that!'."
"You speak like that because you don't have to contend with stuff like this," Elsa said. "It's not a power I enjoy having."
"So you hope it's going to disappear if you ignore it hard enough?" I asked offhandedly.
"Do you think it won't?" Elsa asked.
I chuckled. "It is by fighting battles that we are scarred, Elsa. But if we escape from battles, we suffer scars all the same. If you do not fight those battles, you'll never face your fear, and fear, if faced, becomes courage. I know of a place, a very dark and grim place, called Lordran," I sighed. "There is great strength in the enemies and monsters that inhabit that place, and weak are the heroes who brave its deepest pits, in search of a reason for their dark fate as Hollows," I whispered, and Elsa listened, raptly with eyes wide. "In those deepest pits of despair, monsters the likes of which would make you fear from the bottom of your toes stand taller than the highest of this palace's tower, and they stand against these weak heroes, again and again, but the heroes who give up, they become Hollows themselves, monsters in search for blood and their lost humanity."
Elsa clutched her chest.
"But, and this is important, Elsa, those who never give up, eventually, succeed." I softly hummed. "I have seen a dragon, an evil giant dragon the size of two houses with a large maw in place of its chest, ravenous and mad for hunger, with teeth long and strong as steel brought down by the blade of a courageous human, armed with little more than the clothes on his back and a steel helm. I have seen the greatest of demons cower and bow through my travels," this was a story, but there was no problem in making it 'real' enough through a tiny, itsy, bitty little white lie, was there? "At the hands of mere mortals, mere, weak, humans, just like you are, or just like I was."
"But I'm not them," Elsa whispered.
"No?" I asked. "You would not brave the deepest pits of hell for your sister?"
"Of course I would!" Elsa exclaimed.
"Then," I said, "You are just like them. For what they did for king and country, you do for family. So the question is...are you going to keep being afraid of your power, or are you going to tame it and make it your own?" I asked and gently floated down to be at her eye level. "I know it's scary, Elsa, to face new things, to face horrible things, but you're not alone. Never forget that you're not alone and if you simply try, someone will come along and help you out of it if you so wish."
Elsa bit her lower lip. "You'll help?"
"Course I will," I acquiesced. "For as long as I can."
Elsa looked at the door. "I'm scared."
"You know, in Lordran, before a fight against a large monster or demon," I said, "There is always a large wall of fog, and do you know why?"
Elsa shook her head. "Because of the unknown, of what lies beyond, that the hero knows not of...but the Hero, he braves the fog all the same, in search for what he has lost," I bitterly smiled. "That he finds a monster waiting for him means nothing. He'll fight him. He'll win. He'll keep on fighting."
"What if the Hero loses?" Elsa asked.
"Then he stands up once more," I replied. "And he finds the monster's weakness, and he exploits it, and in the end, he wins. The Hero always wins, Elsa. It's just a matter of time."
And so, quietly, just before lunch, Elsa opened the doors of her room and stepped outside.
Inwardly, I fist-pumped.
//Pain will make him change idea soon enough. So much fluff, too much fluff. I rest my case.
"I come in peace," I said, both hands raised up.
"G-G-G-Ghost!" Elsa shrieked, and ice rose from the floor passing through me.
"No," I replied calmly. "I am not a ghost," I said, floating near. "Do you see blood on me somewhere?"
Elsa trembled and hid beneath her clothes.
"You're really not listening to me, uh," I drawled, before crossing my arms over my chest and turning thoughtful.
"Well," I said in the end. "This is Disney anyway, isn't it?" I whispered. "And if it's Disney..."
I snapped my fingers.
"Hey there young lady," I said, "Have no fear."
I tapped my chest, "Come on now, I'm not a bear."
No, apparently 'singing' wasn't a part of the Fundamental Laws of the Movie.
I couldn't sing to save my life.
"I'm not a scary, meanie ghost.
I'm just a traveler who's lost," I kept it up.
"Making rhymes on the fly isn't easy you know,
but I'm trying my hardest to just let it go," I continued, wincing from the shame.
"Please, pretty please,
won't you just talk with me.
I promise, and I swear if you do,
there'll be something sweet for you!"
I clapped my hands.
Elsa still trembled beneath the bed. "Not working, uh," I drawled.
"Well..." I sighed. "Hey, listen."
I waited a heartbeat.
"Hey, listen."
I waited another heartbeat.
"Hey, listen."
Another heartbeat.
"Hey, listen."
I went on like that for minutes, before Elsa finally peeked her head out from the bed sheets.
"Finally," I sighed. "You done being scared?"
"Y-You're a ghost," Elsa hazarded.
"No I'm not," I replied with a huff. "I'm an Inter-dimensional Traveler lost in a constant flux-state of time and space."
"What?" Elsa scrunched her nose up, not understanding. She couldn't have been older than eight. Had she already hit her sister on the face with ice magic? It did seem probable -before, there was no 'hurt' in her life.
"I'm not a ghost. Just a lost traveler on the road of life," I said sagely.
"But you're not real," she said firmly.
"Yes I am," I drawled, arms crossed. "I am real where I stand just as you are real where you are."
"You aren't hurt," Elsa said once more, eyes wide. "I'm sorry!" she screamed next, and more ice spread from the ground. She gasped and clutched her sheets.
"It's all right," I replied. "You cannot harm me. Nothing can," except trees, but those simply make the system crash.
The system known as 'Reality'.
Well, people always bickered about 'Virtual Reality' but apparently, wherever I was 'Reality' itself could be written and re-written...except for trees.
Because trees were bad-ass 'I am a tree! And forever I will stand as a tree!' things.
This seemed to calm Elsa a bit. "Conceal, don't feel," she began to mutter, watching the ice completely terrified by it.
"Oh, it's going to melt faster if you open the window," I remarked. "Are we in spring?" I asked, "Or is it summer?"
"Autumn," Elsa said quietly.
"Winter is coming then," I said in a very serious voice, and Elsa looked at me puzzled. "Right, you wouldn't catch the reference," I said.
Elsa opened the window, and then quietly returned to her bed -she was barefooted, but she didn't feel the cold, apparently.
"I'm Elsa," Elsa said. "What's your name?" she asked, "And don't you know it's rude to enter someone else's room like that? You scared me! And it's dangerous to scare me," she added softly.
"I am Shade," I said, "traveler of worlds," I added giving it 'quite' the importance. "And I cannot choose where I appear, only that wherever I go, there's a hurt child somewhere."
Elsa winced. "That's...That's my sister, you got the wrong room-"
"No, no, no," I said while gently shaking my head, nearing her quietly. "The hurt I speak of is different. It is the hurt of the soul, the despair, the flowing and endless hurt that a being can feel and that makes them cry, or makes them feel as if their life is worthless and meaningless. The sadness and the grief, I come to them, and generally, where I can, I try to fix them."
Ka-chink.
"Can-Can you take away my powers then?" Elsa asked, hope in her voice. "I'll give you anything you ask if-"
"First, I don't take things from kids," I said, "And second, that's not how it works. The only power I have," except reality-altering, but I do not want to see what a Fanon-Elsa or a Grim-Derp Elsa do. "Is that of words. And it's powerful indeed," I added. "Words started wars and killed people," I crossed my arms behind my back, "And words are probably the only thing that can soothe a soul."
That, or a pc-game marathon.
My soul is easily soothed after all.
Elsa looked downcast at that.
"What I can do," I said, "is be here even after you've come to trust me," I added.
To that, Elsa scrunched her face up, and so I explained.
I kept out the 'Horrible Pain ever-increasing' after that, and simply left it at a 'two-week time limit if I told people that trusting me made me disappear'.
My hands behind my back, I gazed at the scenery. "It's still night out there," I said. "You should catch some sleep. I'll be here come the morning."
"Really?" Elsa asked.
"Sure," I nodded. "I don't sleep."
Neither did Elsa, since she apparently decided every now and then to open one eye and check whether I was still there or not.
I gazed out of the window.
Arendelle was the name of the place, but...Elsa couldn't be older than eight. Had her parents already died at sea? Were they going to die? I didn't know the specific 'age' of the happening.
Maybe they were already dead for all I knew.
In the end, morning came, and Elsa was woken up by a servant who brought her breakfast on a tray.
Elsa's eyes widened as she looked from me to the servant, but she concealed her shock pretty quickly.
"Nobody but you can see me," I said, and that pacified the young girl a lot.
Elsa wore gloves, quietly dressed and began to eat at a small desk by the side of her room.
Then the first tutor came in.
"Oh," I blinked and looked down. "Math? Interesting."
Elsa worked diligently, was given 'homework' and then the tutor left, to be replaced by another.
The tutors had to be servants of the palace. It was highly probable none of them ever left the palace, and since Elsa never left her room...
"And in the year of Arendelle's founding..."
I tuned out the history lesson and yawned.
"You've got quite the packed schedule for an eight years old," I said calmly.
Elsa nodded numbly. "I'll be Queen one day," she replied. "I have to learn everything properly."
"Sad truth is that the world would be a better place if everyone was as diligent as you," I remarked. "Still, you forgot to carry the two in that division."
Elsa frowned, realized her mistake, and quietly corrected it.
"And that's a twenty-one, not a thirty-seven."
"Oh," she widened her eyes. "I wasn't-"
"Paying attention? Probably, but really, three times seven is seven, fourteen, twenty-one."
I hummed, "Now, trickier math problems require trickier math solutions, but mostly, math's about following the proper procedures to solve the problems."
I floated behind her, "Well, since you're done, how about heading out?"
Elsa shook her head, a thin veneer of forming at her window. "N-No," she stuttered out. "I don't want to."
"Ah, fear of the outside?" I asked. "Or fear you'll hurt someone?" I pressed on.
"B-Both," Elsa acquiesced.
"Well, if you head toward the mountain, I doubt you'll be able to hurt anyone," I said calmly. "And if there are wild beasts, you can shoo them away with your mystical super-powers of ice!" I clenched my right fist. "And maybe do a pose like 'take this!' or 'take that!'."
"You speak like that because you don't have to contend with stuff like this," Elsa said. "It's not a power I enjoy having."
"So you hope it's going to disappear if you ignore it hard enough?" I asked offhandedly.
"Do you think it won't?" Elsa asked.
I chuckled. "It is by fighting battles that we are scarred, Elsa. But if we escape from battles, we suffer scars all the same. If you do not fight those battles, you'll never face your fear, and fear, if faced, becomes courage. I know of a place, a very dark and grim place, called Lordran," I sighed. "There is great strength in the enemies and monsters that inhabit that place, and weak are the heroes who brave its deepest pits, in search of a reason for their dark fate as Hollows," I whispered, and Elsa listened, raptly with eyes wide. "In those deepest pits of despair, monsters the likes of which would make you fear from the bottom of your toes stand taller than the highest of this palace's tower, and they stand against these weak heroes, again and again, but the heroes who give up, they become Hollows themselves, monsters in search for blood and their lost humanity."
Elsa clutched her chest.
"But, and this is important, Elsa, those who never give up, eventually, succeed." I softly hummed. "I have seen a dragon, an evil giant dragon the size of two houses with a large maw in place of its chest, ravenous and mad for hunger, with teeth long and strong as steel brought down by the blade of a courageous human, armed with little more than the clothes on his back and a steel helm. I have seen the greatest of demons cower and bow through my travels," this was a story, but there was no problem in making it 'real' enough through a tiny, itsy, bitty little white lie, was there? "At the hands of mere mortals, mere, weak, humans, just like you are, or just like I was."
"But I'm not them," Elsa whispered.
"No?" I asked. "You would not brave the deepest pits of hell for your sister?"
"Of course I would!" Elsa exclaimed.
"Then," I said, "You are just like them. For what they did for king and country, you do for family. So the question is...are you going to keep being afraid of your power, or are you going to tame it and make it your own?" I asked and gently floated down to be at her eye level. "I know it's scary, Elsa, to face new things, to face horrible things, but you're not alone. Never forget that you're not alone and if you simply try, someone will come along and help you out of it if you so wish."
Elsa bit her lower lip. "You'll help?"
"Course I will," I acquiesced. "For as long as I can."
Elsa looked at the door. "I'm scared."
"You know, in Lordran, before a fight against a large monster or demon," I said, "There is always a large wall of fog, and do you know why?"
Elsa shook her head. "Because of the unknown, of what lies beyond, that the hero knows not of...but the Hero, he braves the fog all the same, in search for what he has lost," I bitterly smiled. "That he finds a monster waiting for him means nothing. He'll fight him. He'll win. He'll keep on fighting."
"What if the Hero loses?" Elsa asked.
"Then he stands up once more," I replied. "And he finds the monster's weakness, and he exploits it, and in the end, he wins. The Hero always wins, Elsa. It's just a matter of time."
And so, quietly, just before lunch, Elsa opened the doors of her room and stepped outside.
Inwardly, I fist-pumped.
//Pain will make him change idea soon enough. So much fluff, too much fluff. I rest my case.
RazorBlaxe
Just another transient being
- Location
- Earth
Steve there has the good idea voice #1 and #2. Maybe you should listen to him? After all, for all his mistakes and what not... Shade is still a Velocitist. Still one of us. You will do well not to underestimate him. After all, he has words.
Dimensionist
Grandmaster of Apologism, Keeper of the Faith
- Location
- Bangalore, India
Hm. Doesn't seem that confusing to me - the 'tree' likely refers to the reality itself. So, if you try to alter fundamental rules of reality, the system hits back. It's why he told you to alter Above-Status copies of objects - that is, individual people and/or things.
As for this line:
'//No. That would be stupid. We refer to the probabilistic variability within the living being's natural freedom of choice unbound by the laws of Cause and Effect.'
They're basically saying 'go troll/provoke/stimulate people to react in a new ways, where it's still their choice'. That's the thing they want you to do - poke at shit so they can have fun seeing the changes, after which they get to see the knock-on effects.
They're basically saying 'go make stories'. So meta.
Am I close?
Incidentally ...
Common Sense 101 - When I'm given a power I don't know really know or understand anything about, I will not immediately try and alter the fundamental nature of the universe.
EDIT:
Because with kids, he can be as chuuni and amateur philosopher as he wants, and they lap it up.
As for this line:
'//No. That would be stupid. We refer to the probabilistic variability within the living being's natural freedom of choice unbound by the laws of Cause and Effect.'
They're basically saying 'go troll/provoke/stimulate people to react in a new ways, where it's still their choice'. That's the thing they want you to do - poke at shit so they can have fun seeing the changes, after which they get to see the knock-on effects.
They're basically saying 'go make stories'. So meta.
Am I close?
Incidentally ...
Common Sense 101 - When I'm given a power I don't know really know or understand anything about, I will not immediately try and alter the fundamental nature of the universe.
EDIT:
Because with kids, he can be as chuuni and amateur philosopher as he wants, and they lap it up.
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Chapter Forty-Eight
It was cold outside.
Not that I felt it, but in autumn, near the mountains, it couldn't really be all that warm.
Elsa didn't wear anything over her 'palace' clothes, and quietly tiptoed out of her palace's wing easily. I saw no sign of Anna, but I doubted that, like the film, she appeared each day to the tune of 'Do you want to build a snowman?'
Then again, this was Disney.
It was probable she did just that, and we had 'missed' her by leaving during lunch-break.
Elsa caught her breath and stopped near a window, which gave into the courtyard. "The bridge's up," Elsa whispered. "See? It's impossible. We can't-"
"Open the window and make an ice slide," I replied calmly. "You know how to make those, no?"
"But-" Elsa began, and then quickly began to breathe deeply as frost appeared from the tip of her feet. "I'm scared and-"
"Hey, look at me," I said, "Look at me and think that if you're afraid, you'll let the monsters win," I clenched my right fist. "You don't want to let the monsters win, do you?"
"N-no," Elsa shook her head. "I don't want that."
"Then," I gestured at the nearby window. "Let us slide, out of here, to a new and fantastic adventure! What we find, we won't know, until we're way into our venture! But if you hold your way, you will reach your goal! Let the fun rock on, the-"
Oh, I see, I see.
it took time for the Fundamental Law of Disney to catch on.
When it did, I found myself with a very pleasant baritone voice, singing a la Pavarotti.
Somebody kill me now.
I was the darkest of crimson shades and I felt my cheeks on fire by the time I was done singing, and we were -somewhat- already in the middle of a snowy plain having left behind the castle on an ice slide -and using an ice sled too.
I wanted to brutally murder whoever said the Fundamental Laws had to be obeyed.
"The cold never bothered me anyway!" Elsa added cheerfully, hands in the air as she flew with her sled on the plain.
Elsa built a snowman as I gave her 'artistic' directions. She even made a snow-man with a stick covered in an icy chain -how cute and precious she was! She made it resembling me!
And then she made an Ice Sculpture that depicted her making a snowman, with me helping her -in the ice.
"That's quite cute," I said softly. "Well, we should head back now," I said, and looked at the time. "The sun's going down."
Elsa's eyes widened comically. "Oh no!" she exclaimed. "I've missed my afternoon tutors!"
"Well, every now and then skipping is fine," I remarked. "Don't make it a habit," I added softly.
Elsa hurriedly conjured -without even thinking- ice skates, and then began to skate her way down. "Go slowly!" I yelled behind her, but she just laughed and went her way -really, children and their damn lack of responsibility when it truly mattered- --and yes, this was sarcasm--
We reached the castle just as we came face to face with the biggest of all problems -and the easiest of solutions. The castle's drawbridge was up. Clearly, the servants had found the open window by then, and the ice slide.
"What am I going to tell them?" Elsa asked, her voice now slightly wary as she looked at the ice slide -still there, apparently. "I was supposed to keep it a secret from everyone!"
"Well," I replied. "Now that it's no longer a secret, it's time to face the music," I remarked.
Elsa glared at me, "It's easy for you to say!"
"And it's easy for you to go," I remarked. "See that outburst of yours? I'm not seeing any ice pike beneath me, am I?"
Elsa blinked, "That's-"
"Fear is what makes your power go out of control, Elsa, because when you're afraid, they try to protect you," I said. "You mustn't be afraid."
I pointed at the castle. "You mustn't run away. You must face your fears, part the fog, and stand your ground."
Elsa bit her lips.
"I...I don't know if I can do it."
"Oh, you can," I said with a light smile. "Trust me, you can."
Elsa looked at the castle. "i'll need a...a way in."
"Well, for that you're in luck," I remarked. "Just make an ice road in front of you and skate over the wall!"
Elsa paled and widened her eyes. "That's...That's impossible!"
"It wasn't when you sled your way down from the window, was it?" I drawled back. "I saw someone do it too, you just need to make sure the ice's strong enough to last a bit, and that's up your alley, isn't it?"
"You did?" Elsa asked.
"I saw people conjure fire from the tip of their hands, men sprout wings and call towards them metals," I said softly. "I know of people who can read minds, and others who can take on the forms of anyone they wish to," I was referring the X-Men, but then again, they had to be real somewhere, in this 'Infinite Reality' that I was in.
I clapped my hands, and Elsa returned to the present -her eyes having held a bit of a thoughtful and vacant expression as I spoke.
"Well then, miss," I said kindly gesturing at the tall stone wall. "You think you're up for the challenge?"
Elsa grinned wickedly and clapped her hands together, imitating me. "I'm always up for a challenge!"
And then she proceeded to rocket-jump like the Ice-Man -or whatever his name was. I vaguely remembered it being the show about 'Spider-Man and his Amazing Friends' with Phoenix, Ice-Man and another guy I didn't remember.
And then she made another spiral-like slide in descent, landing with a 'woohoo' of joy on the ground.
And was soon surrounded by shocked servants.
Who stared in shock.
Right.
The people around Elsa didn't know she had Ice Powers.
"Wasn't that cool?" she said with a bright grin, puffing her chest up and holding her hands against her sides.
"Yes it was-"
"Elsa!" Anna exclaimed, and rushed out from the gathering crowd of servants -surprisingly few for the castle.
Elsa took a hasty step back.
"It's all right," I said calmly. "Conquer your fears."
And then Elsa took a step forward. "Hey there, Anna," she smiled.
"Well, woah," Anna said in shock, "What brought this on?" she looked at the spiral-slide downwards. "And when are we doing that together?! That's so, so cool!"
Elsa grinned and blew on the tip of her index finger an ice snow-flake. "Nah, it's not cool," she said. "It's frosty."
GAH. GAH. GAH. DISNEY FEELS GAH. GAHGAHGAH-GAHGAHGAH- CREATURE OF ANGST TERRIBLE WEAKNESS. GAAAAHHHHHHh.
YOU'RE MURDERING ME WITH THIS. ENOUGH. ENOUGH. GAAAHHHHH. SHAME. SHAME ASHAMED GAGAGAGAHHHAAAA.
"G-I didn't teach you that," I pointed out. "I don't know who you heard that from, but it's not me. I didn't teach you that."
Anna just giggled.
"Your Highness?" one of the servants -I didn't know his name, but apparently Elsa did.
"Kai, do tell the guards to open the gates. We've mourned enough," she added with a bubbling cheer. "And Anna-"
"Hey Elsa," Anna said suddenly, frowning, "Am I imagining it or there's a ghostly thing behind your back acting like he's burning alive?"
Elsa's eyes widened and she turned to stare at me, and I stopped my 'shame-reactions' long enough to widen my eyes and gaze at her.
"She can see me?"
"You can see him?" Elsa asked.
"Duh," Anna rolled her eyes. "Why?" she frowned, and looked around at the slightly shocked -and half-scared- looks of the other servants, those who hadn't been sent to call the guards to open the gates once more, even if it was late at night. They saw me too apparently.
"Am I not supposed to?" Anna asked innocently enough, and I floated down in front of her with a surprised expression. "You can see me?"
"Well, you're all covered in snow!" Anna said with a huff, "Course I can see you!"
"Snow?" I blinked. And looked down and flexed my fingers. "Oh, uh, interesting. Elsa, this appears to be an interesting usage of your ice powers."
"I'm doing that?" Elsa asked.
"You are," I remarked. "I think you're subconsciously drawing ice around me, or snow, and making it keep my form as you do that. For the voice...either you're a ventriloquist, or there's some seriously cool usage of ice and wind and cold air to account for that. Still," I deadpanned and floated down to the ground level. "This is quite actually the kindest thing I've ever-"
It was a Disney's Fundamental Law.
Of course.
The Good Guys get something good going for them when they do Good Things.
The Beast returns human.
Frog-Prince returns human.
It didn't apparently matter that I couldn't interact with them, because by virtue of it being a fundamental law of Reality itself...
I was once more interacting with more than one person.
I...
I probably appeared like an ethereal and transparent thing to everyone around me -I totally should look for a mirror and check- but as it was...
This was possibly one of the greatest moments of my life.
It was such a happy, feelings filled moment that-
That when the sharp burning spike of hot iron that slammed through my right eyes hit, I wasn't ready and clutched my eyeball, hissing out half-disgruntled curses and snarls as I disappeared through the ground, because no, children shouldn't listen on to adults screaming and crying out in pain.
Hot pokers under the nails.
Oh god why.
The sensation of veins bursting apart.
Oh god, was this a part of the increasing pain? It was just the first day. It was supposed to come by-
A metal bat ringing against my skull, repeatedly bashing it.
Enough, enough, enough please, enough.
Somebody playing knot the guts with my innards.
URGH. Why. Why, why, why, WHY.
And that was the first day.
Even Fundamental Laws had no power against those who wrote upon reality.
//Two weeks of brain-numbing pain ought to convince anyone not to have funny thoughts about the experiment. This shouldn't completely break him. If he breaks, you explain that to the Higher-Ups, and if he doesn't break, then I'm getting out of here, first thing in the morning.
It was cold outside.
Not that I felt it, but in autumn, near the mountains, it couldn't really be all that warm.
Elsa didn't wear anything over her 'palace' clothes, and quietly tiptoed out of her palace's wing easily. I saw no sign of Anna, but I doubted that, like the film, she appeared each day to the tune of 'Do you want to build a snowman?'
Then again, this was Disney.
It was probable she did just that, and we had 'missed' her by leaving during lunch-break.
Elsa caught her breath and stopped near a window, which gave into the courtyard. "The bridge's up," Elsa whispered. "See? It's impossible. We can't-"
"Open the window and make an ice slide," I replied calmly. "You know how to make those, no?"
"But-" Elsa began, and then quickly began to breathe deeply as frost appeared from the tip of her feet. "I'm scared and-"
"Hey, look at me," I said, "Look at me and think that if you're afraid, you'll let the monsters win," I clenched my right fist. "You don't want to let the monsters win, do you?"
"N-no," Elsa shook her head. "I don't want that."
"Then," I gestured at the nearby window. "Let us slide, out of here, to a new and fantastic adventure! What we find, we won't know, until we're way into our venture! But if you hold your way, you will reach your goal! Let the fun rock on, the-"
Oh, I see, I see.
it took time for the Fundamental Law of Disney to catch on.
When it did, I found myself with a very pleasant baritone voice, singing a la Pavarotti.
Somebody kill me now.
I was the darkest of crimson shades and I felt my cheeks on fire by the time I was done singing, and we were -somewhat- already in the middle of a snowy plain having left behind the castle on an ice slide -and using an ice sled too.
I wanted to brutally murder whoever said the Fundamental Laws had to be obeyed.
"The cold never bothered me anyway!" Elsa added cheerfully, hands in the air as she flew with her sled on the plain.
Elsa built a snowman as I gave her 'artistic' directions. She even made a snow-man with a stick covered in an icy chain -how cute and precious she was! She made it resembling me!
And then she made an Ice Sculpture that depicted her making a snowman, with me helping her -in the ice.
"That's quite cute," I said softly. "Well, we should head back now," I said, and looked at the time. "The sun's going down."
Elsa's eyes widened comically. "Oh no!" she exclaimed. "I've missed my afternoon tutors!"
"Well, every now and then skipping is fine," I remarked. "Don't make it a habit," I added softly.
Elsa hurriedly conjured -without even thinking- ice skates, and then began to skate her way down. "Go slowly!" I yelled behind her, but she just laughed and went her way -really, children and their damn lack of responsibility when it truly mattered- --and yes, this was sarcasm--
We reached the castle just as we came face to face with the biggest of all problems -and the easiest of solutions. The castle's drawbridge was up. Clearly, the servants had found the open window by then, and the ice slide.
"What am I going to tell them?" Elsa asked, her voice now slightly wary as she looked at the ice slide -still there, apparently. "I was supposed to keep it a secret from everyone!"
"Well," I replied. "Now that it's no longer a secret, it's time to face the music," I remarked.
Elsa glared at me, "It's easy for you to say!"
"And it's easy for you to go," I remarked. "See that outburst of yours? I'm not seeing any ice pike beneath me, am I?"
Elsa blinked, "That's-"
"Fear is what makes your power go out of control, Elsa, because when you're afraid, they try to protect you," I said. "You mustn't be afraid."
I pointed at the castle. "You mustn't run away. You must face your fears, part the fog, and stand your ground."
Elsa bit her lips.
"I...I don't know if I can do it."
"Oh, you can," I said with a light smile. "Trust me, you can."
Elsa looked at the castle. "i'll need a...a way in."
"Well, for that you're in luck," I remarked. "Just make an ice road in front of you and skate over the wall!"
Elsa paled and widened her eyes. "That's...That's impossible!"
"It wasn't when you sled your way down from the window, was it?" I drawled back. "I saw someone do it too, you just need to make sure the ice's strong enough to last a bit, and that's up your alley, isn't it?"
"You did?" Elsa asked.
"I saw people conjure fire from the tip of their hands, men sprout wings and call towards them metals," I said softly. "I know of people who can read minds, and others who can take on the forms of anyone they wish to," I was referring the X-Men, but then again, they had to be real somewhere, in this 'Infinite Reality' that I was in.
I clapped my hands, and Elsa returned to the present -her eyes having held a bit of a thoughtful and vacant expression as I spoke.
"Well then, miss," I said kindly gesturing at the tall stone wall. "You think you're up for the challenge?"
Elsa grinned wickedly and clapped her hands together, imitating me. "I'm always up for a challenge!"
And then she proceeded to rocket-jump like the Ice-Man -or whatever his name was. I vaguely remembered it being the show about 'Spider-Man and his Amazing Friends' with Phoenix, Ice-Man and another guy I didn't remember.
And then she made another spiral-like slide in descent, landing with a 'woohoo' of joy on the ground.
And was soon surrounded by shocked servants.
Who stared in shock.
Right.
The people around Elsa didn't know she had Ice Powers.
"Wasn't that cool?" she said with a bright grin, puffing her chest up and holding her hands against her sides.
"Yes it was-"
"Elsa!" Anna exclaimed, and rushed out from the gathering crowd of servants -surprisingly few for the castle.
Elsa took a hasty step back.
"It's all right," I said calmly. "Conquer your fears."
And then Elsa took a step forward. "Hey there, Anna," she smiled.
"Well, woah," Anna said in shock, "What brought this on?" she looked at the spiral-slide downwards. "And when are we doing that together?! That's so, so cool!"
Elsa grinned and blew on the tip of her index finger an ice snow-flake. "Nah, it's not cool," she said. "It's frosty."
GAH. GAH. GAH. DISNEY FEELS GAH. GAHGAHGAH-GAHGAHGAH- CREATURE OF ANGST TERRIBLE WEAKNESS. GAAAAHHHHHHh.
YOU'RE MURDERING ME WITH THIS. ENOUGH. ENOUGH. GAAAHHHHH. SHAME. SHAME ASHAMED GAGAGAGAHHHAAAA.
"G-I didn't teach you that," I pointed out. "I don't know who you heard that from, but it's not me. I didn't teach you that."
Anna just giggled.
"Your Highness?" one of the servants -I didn't know his name, but apparently Elsa did.
"Kai, do tell the guards to open the gates. We've mourned enough," she added with a bubbling cheer. "And Anna-"
"Hey Elsa," Anna said suddenly, frowning, "Am I imagining it or there's a ghostly thing behind your back acting like he's burning alive?"
Elsa's eyes widened and she turned to stare at me, and I stopped my 'shame-reactions' long enough to widen my eyes and gaze at her.
"She can see me?"
"You can see him?" Elsa asked.
"Duh," Anna rolled her eyes. "Why?" she frowned, and looked around at the slightly shocked -and half-scared- looks of the other servants, those who hadn't been sent to call the guards to open the gates once more, even if it was late at night. They saw me too apparently.
"Am I not supposed to?" Anna asked innocently enough, and I floated down in front of her with a surprised expression. "You can see me?"
"Well, you're all covered in snow!" Anna said with a huff, "Course I can see you!"
"Snow?" I blinked. And looked down and flexed my fingers. "Oh, uh, interesting. Elsa, this appears to be an interesting usage of your ice powers."
"I'm doing that?" Elsa asked.
"You are," I remarked. "I think you're subconsciously drawing ice around me, or snow, and making it keep my form as you do that. For the voice...either you're a ventriloquist, or there's some seriously cool usage of ice and wind and cold air to account for that. Still," I deadpanned and floated down to the ground level. "This is quite actually the kindest thing I've ever-"
It was a Disney's Fundamental Law.
Of course.
The Good Guys get something good going for them when they do Good Things.
The Beast returns human.
Frog-Prince returns human.
It didn't apparently matter that I couldn't interact with them, because by virtue of it being a fundamental law of Reality itself...
I was once more interacting with more than one person.
I...
I probably appeared like an ethereal and transparent thing to everyone around me -I totally should look for a mirror and check- but as it was...
This was possibly one of the greatest moments of my life.
It was such a happy, feelings filled moment that-
That when the sharp burning spike of hot iron that slammed through my right eyes hit, I wasn't ready and clutched my eyeball, hissing out half-disgruntled curses and snarls as I disappeared through the ground, because no, children shouldn't listen on to adults screaming and crying out in pain.
Hot pokers under the nails.
Oh god why.
The sensation of veins bursting apart.
Oh god, was this a part of the increasing pain? It was just the first day. It was supposed to come by-
A metal bat ringing against my skull, repeatedly bashing it.
Enough, enough, enough please, enough.
Somebody playing knot the guts with my innards.
URGH. Why. Why, why, why, WHY.
And that was the first day.
Even Fundamental Laws had no power against those who wrote upon reality.
//Two weeks of brain-numbing pain ought to convince anyone not to have funny thoughts about the experiment. This shouldn't completely break him. If he breaks, you explain that to the Higher-Ups, and if he doesn't break, then I'm getting out of here, first thing in the morning.
...Two weeks of brain-numbing pain, huh.
Next time they pretend not to want angst, Shade's going to laugh in what passes for their faces.
Next time they pretend not to want angst, Shade's going to laugh in what passes for their faces.
I wonder what brought on this reaction...