Shards of a Broken Sun [Deprecated; see link in final post for remake]
- Thread starter Baughn
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- Crossover Sci-Fi
Baughn
Healing-type writer
- Location
- Dublin
His name is simple enough: omega-1. Lowercase omega, mind you.
One day you will all find this hilarious.
I was expecting a bit more discussion of Maya, but I guess his plan does cover the bases, and with Alectai on board.. I'll call the vote in two hours' time.
One day you will all find this hilarious.
I was expecting a bit more discussion of Maya, but I guess his plan does cover the bases, and with Alectai on board.. I'll call the vote in two hours' time.
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Quantumboost
Now with 50% more dots in Dimensional Science
- Location
- Ensemble Space
Hm. Maya seems to be taking to the big-sistery aesthetics, but it almost looks like she might be using that as a ... cover or something?
(Note: I'm usually oblivious to this sort of manipulation IRL unless it's spelled out or I have time to analyze, so this might just be overcompensating)
...hmmmm, the Demonic Familiar Background is calling to me...
Overall, she seems fun~
I'm not sure whether to take this as 'Maya is being mischievous' or if it's something more manipulative. ...Amu needs moar Socialize or Investigation not tied to Su, methinks.
(Note: I'm usually oblivious to this sort of manipulation IRL unless it's spelled out or I have time to analyze, so this might just be overcompensating)
This sounds kinda like she's referring to the typical demon-summoner thing? Promising for the former being a 'good thing' interpretation.
...hmmmm, the Demonic Familiar Background is calling to me...
Overall, she seems fun~
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ω₁
The Long Count
Just the experiments? Sigh. Well, hopefully something interesting happens. (But not too interesting.)Various people said:
If I were that smart, I don't think we would have gotten into this situation in the first place.
As for the handle, Baughn has the right of it; I also typically recognize "The Long Count", "the Count", and variations as referring to me. (That's part of what the title's for, actually.)
@Everyone-who-isn't-Baughn: Don't ask me; I don't know either.
This is probably not going to happen until we're confronted with the obvious need to discuss her, unfortunately.
I've got an extraordinarily vague idea of what he might possibly mean
But the experiment ideas pretty comprehensive, so I've got no complaints
As far as discussion about Maya goes, Im not particularly interested
Im sticking by the belief that it's,a distraction from more,important things,to focus,on
But the experiment ideas pretty comprehensive, so I've got no complaints
As far as discussion about Maya goes, Im not particularly interested
Im sticking by the belief that it's,a distraction from more,important things,to focus,on
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[X] ω₁'s experiment plan.
Probably! This is the best time to try all the experiments.
Monday's Turmoil 14
Baughn
Healing-type writer
- Location
- Dublin
Maya was right, the architecture of the place wasn't sensible. She'd been coping, even so, but a lot of what they'd seen wasn't so much 'strange' as 'physically impossible', and some—the octagonally-tiled walls, for example—wasn't even going through the pretence of being hypothetically, mathematically possible.
Tiling a flat wall with octagonal tiles was impossible, but…
Miki looked closer, placing one hand on the wall. There were octagons, sure enough—regular octagons, painted a lovely azure, and every one of them the same size as all the others. She drew a finger along the outline of one of them, confirming their reality. The walls didn't seem to be warped…
Tiling a flat wall with octagonal tiles was impossible, but it wasn't like you couldn't do so on a suitably warped wall. You absolutely couldn't do it on a flat, Euclidean, plain old normal wall.
These ones didn't seem to care. Logically, there had to be an explanation—an illusion, or some sort of mistake—but she couldn't bring herself to think too much about it. This entire place gave her the creeps, and as for the walls, she wasn't quite sure if she could even see them at all; there might be nothing there but the idea of a wall, an idea which couldn't be bothered to deal with mundane details such as 'reflecting photons'. The place felt unreal, in the literal sense; dreamlike, lacking even the warped physicality of Botis' corridor.
She tapped her foot on the floor. There was a dull thud, sounding like nothing in particular; not hollow, but not solid either. Just… thud-y.
Enough, already. If she stayed here much longer, she'd go out of her mind.
"Maya, can you—"
She looked up. Maya had apparently grown bored with standing around, and was mapping out the gap in the air where it became a one-way tunnel by throwing tiny clouds of snow at it.
"Is that your ice manipulation?"
She leaned closer, feeling fascinated. The snow acted nothing like her own paint. Much faster, for starters; Maya was using sporadic bursts, but each burst of snow came into existence at high speed before immediately slowing down in the air.
She had a feeling that, if it had been a continuous jet rather than bursts, it'd flay anyone unlucky enough to be caught in its path—up close, the snow crystals looked more like tiny daggers than anything fluffy or soft. That wasn't a comforting thought.
"Something like that." Maya paused, sending a final burst of snow into the air above the gap. "I can't keep this up for very long, but I wanted to figure out what's going on here. The anomaly is almost two-dimensional, see?"
Snow drifted down, snowflakes glimmering softly in the light (Light? From where?) and outlining a nearly perfect rectangular surface where they intersected with the gap. Only from one side; the ones drifting back towards them passed through without trouble.
She shivered, and not just because of the chill emanating from Maya. It probably wouldn't happen on accident, but if they'd walked through one of those—well, even if the other side was survivable, there was no guarantee they'd be able to get back. They needed to find something useful, but wandering randomly wasn't going to cut it.
"Well…" She hesitated. She didn't want to owe her anything, but—"Actually, you mentioned you were good with ice magic and healing. Can you make things that aren't ice, like… I don't know. A rock?"
"No." The answer was sharp, immediate and unhesitating.
"I mean… shaping is easier here, so maybe you could even if you can't normally?"
"Still no. I can't make anything that lasts, and I can't make anything that isn't some variety of ice. I never tried to learn how." Maya frowned. "Look, isn't that your specialty? You made a pretty good palisade."
"I could, but that's… um." Tiring. She rushed on, picking the first excuse she could think of. "I just wanted a better idea of what you can do, other than throwing ice around!"
"Really," Maya said. Her voice was flat, unconvinced.
"Um. Yes?"
She fidgeted, hoping Maya would buy it, but only barely forcing down a blush. Maya didn't immediately respond; she looked her over, systematically, and Miki nervously brushed down her skirt. It occurred to her that, even if she was the same size as Amu now, that didn't actually mean much; Maya was at least two heads taller, and probably twice her weight.
Maya abruptly smiled, starting to walk towards her.
"I see," she said. "Good thinking. Well, you've seen the ice, though you haven't seen me use it for combat—against someone your size, I could probably freeze you solid in a single go. Even if you can resist it, that just means freezing you to death the normal way instead. I mentioned I can heal, but you might be too close to human for that to work—oh, but I can heal myself just fine."
Her smile was starting to look more like a simple showing of teeth.
"Did you know, I learned to control ice because I froze to death? Well, I say 'because', but there wasn't really any conscious thought to it. My first couple of decades, I wasn't really conscious. Barely more than a beast. The ice, the cold, the heartache—those were the bits I refused to let go. Naturally I also have a heavy punch, though…"
Miki stumbled backwards until her head hit the wall, and she dizzily flinched, her arms curled protectively around her stomach. Her eyes filled with tears, but she forced herself to look up towards Maya. Up, and up—Maya had stopped right in front of her, but her knees were shaking, she was barely able to stand, and the demon looked taller than she'd realised.
She hadn't really thought about it before, but back in her original form, her age hadn't mattered. She'd been so small, even the idea of fighting someone was ludicrous, and when she'd been merged with Amu—well, she'd been merged with Amu. She hadn't realised how much that had mattered…
"…Um. Kid? Hey, I didn't mean—"
She'd gotten her wish On her own, living at the same scale as normal people, when she couldn't rely on Amu's bravery, she really was just a kid. Why had she thought this was a good idea…
She squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for something to happen, and did her best to curl into a ball while standing.
Nothing did, but for a few shuffling sounds.
"I should have known that was a bad move," she heard Maya mumble. "Miki, right? Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you like that, but I think we got off on the wrong foot."
There was a pause. She edged one eyelid open, and saw Maya sitting on the floor in front of her.
"I am not good with kids. I just want to make that clear. I've been treating you the way I'd treat someone like myself, but that's…" She sighed. "You asked me to come because you wanted to keep an eye on me, right?"
She nodded, jerkily. Denial was pointless.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. Look, Miki. I'm not saying that was necessarily a bad idea, but did you think about what you'd do if I actually wanted to hurt you?"
A quick shake of her head. What Maya was saying… it made sense, when she thought about it. Maya was a demon—more, she'd been part of the group that had kidnapped Fumi. Betraying them would make perfect sense, but she'd been worried that Maya might take Fumi again, or bully Amu. She hadn't, even for a second, thought she might physically hurt them. It just wasn't the kind of thing she was used to worrying about…
"…How old are you, anyway? Fourteen?"
Fourteen?
A single, sad giggle escaped her before she could stop it. Maya was right, if she thought she could be fourteen—she had no clue about children whatsoever, or teenagers for that matter. She shook her head again, more emphatically this time, and did her best to dry her eyes with one end of her shirt. The girl looked about sixteen herself, so—wait, she said she'd been like a beast for decades, and what did that mean–
"…Ten." Either that, or one.
"Right, okay." Maya heaved a sigh, running a hand through her hair. "Definitely shouldn't have done that. I don't want to be the sort of person who scares children, so I'm going to be up-front with you. I've never betrayed my employers before, and I don't intend to start now, but you're not my employer. That said—" She held up a finger. "—At the moment, I don't have one. My contract with Botis was specifically limited to that one scene. So I'm following you two of my own free will, and I have no intention of hurting children either. Besides that, I want to get out of here as much as you do, and however easily I might be able to handle you in a fight…"
Miki felt very self-conscious under Maya's gaze, like she'd been judged and found wanting. Her eyes flicked downwards again.
"I have no illusions that I'd fare well against your sister. I'll make you a deal, though. I promise that I won't act against your interests without telling you up-front, how's that? I'd promise more than that, but trust has to start somewhere. Right?"
She held out a hand.
Miki looked at her, carefully searching for any kind of dissembling. There was nothing to see—her face was open and, as far as she could tell, completely honest.
They shook hands.
Maya paced back and forth, occasionally glancing at her, but more often looking at the mess she'd made of the hallway ten meters further down.
Manipulating an existing door had been a bust; she hadn't been able to make it open anywhere but where it originally opened. Manipulating a window, similarly pointless. When she'd tried it with one she hadn't opened yet, she'd succeeded in jamming it so that it wouldn't open at all, and when she forced the issue—instructing the door that it didn't exist—the result had been somewhat nightmarish. Not dangerous, but she'd never be able to look at apples the same way again. Or melons. It seemed that, if she wasn't looking at what she was shaping, she couldn't reliably get a sane result.
She very deliberately refused to look at where those results were spewed all over the corridor.
It had sort of worked, though, so next she'd tried just convincing herself of what she'd find rather than actively shaping, and that had completely worked, but maybe a portrait gallery hadn't been the best idea. Maya had demonstrated that a blizzard was as good as sandblasting for destroying portraits, then frozen the door. At least she'd gotten a nice blue rose out of it, though she wasn't a hundred percent certain it wouldn't try to eat her hair… The place was just too malleable to thought, so the more creeped out she got, the creepier her creations became…
Maya didn't have the same effect. They'd tried, and she couldn't affect what was behind the doors at all. That left Miki in the position of needing to calm herself down, because the only thing she could be really sure of was that getting upset wouldn't help.
She kept the rose. It was probably the prettiest flower she'd ever seen, and it might work as an early warning if things got worse. Getting it to stick in her hair was easy enough, though she suspected she'd look silly in a mirror.
"Are you sure this is a good—"
"No talking. Concentrating."
She focused on the painting in front of her, drawing another line with her brush. The very, very realistic painting; if she closed an eye, she could almost believe it was a real archway. She'd drawn in the driveway of her home behind it, not wanting to risk what might happen if she actually succeeded; there shouldn't be anyone there, so drawing it empty was safe enough.
"…Finished. What do you think?"
"It's a good drawing? Miki, this seems a bit risky. You're making an opening to…"
"Home, hopefully. That's my house."
"…Hopefully." Maya poked it with a finger. "Still feels like a normal wall, and I can't say I'm sorry about that. How were you going to use it? Just try to walk through?"
"That would be an option…" She tapped it thoughtfully. "If I'd just shaped a hole in the wall, then sure, but this… whatever… seems to work better if I'm not looking. So let's go look at the train station, then come back afterwards. I'll see if I can convince myself that this was always a portal."
Maya looked searchingly at her.
"I take it back," she said. "You're every bit as dangerous as your sister. This is ridiculous, and I'm never getting that melon goo out of my hair."
"Not my fault." Miki pouted. "It's already been over an hour. We can't stay here forever…"
Amu had called her a little while ago to mention that Fumi was getting better, though waking her still wasn't a good idea. Amu, on the other hand, was making extremely slow progress on building her own way out of there, hobbled by having basically no idea where they were. Not that Miki could claim to know better.
They continued bickering on the way to the train station. Maya might not know how to deal with kids, but now that she'd opened up a little, she found that talking to her was actually fun.
The train was big, and modern, and empty.
The train was also, incongruously, spewing smoke, albeit smoke that disappeared somewhere in the corner of her eye.
"Phantom Rail, Central Honshu Phantasm Line," Maya read. "Miki, is that—"
"Probably my fault, yes."
It had been waiting for them when they'd stepped into the station. She'd had all sorts of experiments planned, but she'd been picturing it in her head while walking, imagining there'd be a train to take her home, and apparently that had been enough.
"…Right. So…"
She shook her head. This wasn't one of the scenarios she'd been picturing.
[ ] Step on the bizarre phantom train.
[ ] Enough of this, return to Amu.
[ ] Go back out. Then try again.
[ ] There's a perfectly good archway to try!
[ ] Write-in
A/N: Ib is a nice game.
Tiling a flat wall with octagonal tiles was impossible, but…
Miki looked closer, placing one hand on the wall. There were octagons, sure enough—regular octagons, painted a lovely azure, and every one of them the same size as all the others. She drew a finger along the outline of one of them, confirming their reality. The walls didn't seem to be warped…
Tiling a flat wall with octagonal tiles was impossible, but it wasn't like you couldn't do so on a suitably warped wall. You absolutely couldn't do it on a flat, Euclidean, plain old normal wall.
These ones didn't seem to care. Logically, there had to be an explanation—an illusion, or some sort of mistake—but she couldn't bring herself to think too much about it. This entire place gave her the creeps, and as for the walls, she wasn't quite sure if she could even see them at all; there might be nothing there but the idea of a wall, an idea which couldn't be bothered to deal with mundane details such as 'reflecting photons'. The place felt unreal, in the literal sense; dreamlike, lacking even the warped physicality of Botis' corridor.
She tapped her foot on the floor. There was a dull thud, sounding like nothing in particular; not hollow, but not solid either. Just… thud-y.
Enough, already. If she stayed here much longer, she'd go out of her mind.
"Maya, can you—"
She looked up. Maya had apparently grown bored with standing around, and was mapping out the gap in the air where it became a one-way tunnel by throwing tiny clouds of snow at it.
"Is that your ice manipulation?"
She leaned closer, feeling fascinated. The snow acted nothing like her own paint. Much faster, for starters; Maya was using sporadic bursts, but each burst of snow came into existence at high speed before immediately slowing down in the air.
She had a feeling that, if it had been a continuous jet rather than bursts, it'd flay anyone unlucky enough to be caught in its path—up close, the snow crystals looked more like tiny daggers than anything fluffy or soft. That wasn't a comforting thought.
"Something like that." Maya paused, sending a final burst of snow into the air above the gap. "I can't keep this up for very long, but I wanted to figure out what's going on here. The anomaly is almost two-dimensional, see?"
Snow drifted down, snowflakes glimmering softly in the light (Light? From where?) and outlining a nearly perfect rectangular surface where they intersected with the gap. Only from one side; the ones drifting back towards them passed through without trouble.
She shivered, and not just because of the chill emanating from Maya. It probably wouldn't happen on accident, but if they'd walked through one of those—well, even if the other side was survivable, there was no guarantee they'd be able to get back. They needed to find something useful, but wandering randomly wasn't going to cut it.
"Well…" She hesitated. She didn't want to owe her anything, but—"Actually, you mentioned you were good with ice magic and healing. Can you make things that aren't ice, like… I don't know. A rock?"
"No." The answer was sharp, immediate and unhesitating.
"I mean… shaping is easier here, so maybe you could even if you can't normally?"
"Still no. I can't make anything that lasts, and I can't make anything that isn't some variety of ice. I never tried to learn how." Maya frowned. "Look, isn't that your specialty? You made a pretty good palisade."
"I could, but that's… um." Tiring. She rushed on, picking the first excuse she could think of. "I just wanted a better idea of what you can do, other than throwing ice around!"
"Really," Maya said. Her voice was flat, unconvinced.
"Um. Yes?"
She fidgeted, hoping Maya would buy it, but only barely forcing down a blush. Maya didn't immediately respond; she looked her over, systematically, and Miki nervously brushed down her skirt. It occurred to her that, even if she was the same size as Amu now, that didn't actually mean much; Maya was at least two heads taller, and probably twice her weight.
Maya abruptly smiled, starting to walk towards her.
"I see," she said. "Good thinking. Well, you've seen the ice, though you haven't seen me use it for combat—against someone your size, I could probably freeze you solid in a single go. Even if you can resist it, that just means freezing you to death the normal way instead. I mentioned I can heal, but you might be too close to human for that to work—oh, but I can heal myself just fine."
Her smile was starting to look more like a simple showing of teeth.
"Did you know, I learned to control ice because I froze to death? Well, I say 'because', but there wasn't really any conscious thought to it. My first couple of decades, I wasn't really conscious. Barely more than a beast. The ice, the cold, the heartache—those were the bits I refused to let go. Naturally I also have a heavy punch, though…"
Miki stumbled backwards until her head hit the wall, and she dizzily flinched, her arms curled protectively around her stomach. Her eyes filled with tears, but she forced herself to look up towards Maya. Up, and up—Maya had stopped right in front of her, but her knees were shaking, she was barely able to stand, and the demon looked taller than she'd realised.
She hadn't really thought about it before, but back in her original form, her age hadn't mattered. She'd been so small, even the idea of fighting someone was ludicrous, and when she'd been merged with Amu—well, she'd been merged with Amu. She hadn't realised how much that had mattered…
"…Um. Kid? Hey, I didn't mean—"
She'd gotten her wish On her own, living at the same scale as normal people, when she couldn't rely on Amu's bravery, she really was just a kid. Why had she thought this was a good idea…
She squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for something to happen, and did her best to curl into a ball while standing.
Nothing did, but for a few shuffling sounds.
"I should have known that was a bad move," she heard Maya mumble. "Miki, right? Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you like that, but I think we got off on the wrong foot."
There was a pause. She edged one eyelid open, and saw Maya sitting on the floor in front of her.
"I am not good with kids. I just want to make that clear. I've been treating you the way I'd treat someone like myself, but that's…" She sighed. "You asked me to come because you wanted to keep an eye on me, right?"
She nodded, jerkily. Denial was pointless.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. Look, Miki. I'm not saying that was necessarily a bad idea, but did you think about what you'd do if I actually wanted to hurt you?"
A quick shake of her head. What Maya was saying… it made sense, when she thought about it. Maya was a demon—more, she'd been part of the group that had kidnapped Fumi. Betraying them would make perfect sense, but she'd been worried that Maya might take Fumi again, or bully Amu. She hadn't, even for a second, thought she might physically hurt them. It just wasn't the kind of thing she was used to worrying about…
"…How old are you, anyway? Fourteen?"
Fourteen?
A single, sad giggle escaped her before she could stop it. Maya was right, if she thought she could be fourteen—she had no clue about children whatsoever, or teenagers for that matter. She shook her head again, more emphatically this time, and did her best to dry her eyes with one end of her shirt. The girl looked about sixteen herself, so—wait, she said she'd been like a beast for decades, and what did that mean–
"…Ten." Either that, or one.
"Right, okay." Maya heaved a sigh, running a hand through her hair. "Definitely shouldn't have done that. I don't want to be the sort of person who scares children, so I'm going to be up-front with you. I've never betrayed my employers before, and I don't intend to start now, but you're not my employer. That said—" She held up a finger. "—At the moment, I don't have one. My contract with Botis was specifically limited to that one scene. So I'm following you two of my own free will, and I have no intention of hurting children either. Besides that, I want to get out of here as much as you do, and however easily I might be able to handle you in a fight…"
Miki felt very self-conscious under Maya's gaze, like she'd been judged and found wanting. Her eyes flicked downwards again.
"I have no illusions that I'd fare well against your sister. I'll make you a deal, though. I promise that I won't act against your interests without telling you up-front, how's that? I'd promise more than that, but trust has to start somewhere. Right?"
She held out a hand.
Miki looked at her, carefully searching for any kind of dissembling. There was nothing to see—her face was open and, as far as she could tell, completely honest.
They shook hands.
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Maya paced back and forth, occasionally glancing at her, but more often looking at the mess she'd made of the hallway ten meters further down.
Manipulating an existing door had been a bust; she hadn't been able to make it open anywhere but where it originally opened. Manipulating a window, similarly pointless. When she'd tried it with one she hadn't opened yet, she'd succeeded in jamming it so that it wouldn't open at all, and when she forced the issue—instructing the door that it didn't exist—the result had been somewhat nightmarish. Not dangerous, but she'd never be able to look at apples the same way again. Or melons. It seemed that, if she wasn't looking at what she was shaping, she couldn't reliably get a sane result.
She very deliberately refused to look at where those results were spewed all over the corridor.
It had sort of worked, though, so next she'd tried just convincing herself of what she'd find rather than actively shaping, and that had completely worked, but maybe a portrait gallery hadn't been the best idea. Maya had demonstrated that a blizzard was as good as sandblasting for destroying portraits, then frozen the door. At least she'd gotten a nice blue rose out of it, though she wasn't a hundred percent certain it wouldn't try to eat her hair… The place was just too malleable to thought, so the more creeped out she got, the creepier her creations became…
Maya didn't have the same effect. They'd tried, and she couldn't affect what was behind the doors at all. That left Miki in the position of needing to calm herself down, because the only thing she could be really sure of was that getting upset wouldn't help.
She kept the rose. It was probably the prettiest flower she'd ever seen, and it might work as an early warning if things got worse. Getting it to stick in her hair was easy enough, though she suspected she'd look silly in a mirror.
"Are you sure this is a good—"
"No talking. Concentrating."
She focused on the painting in front of her, drawing another line with her brush. The very, very realistic painting; if she closed an eye, she could almost believe it was a real archway. She'd drawn in the driveway of her home behind it, not wanting to risk what might happen if she actually succeeded; there shouldn't be anyone there, so drawing it empty was safe enough.
"…Finished. What do you think?"
"It's a good drawing? Miki, this seems a bit risky. You're making an opening to…"
"Home, hopefully. That's my house."
"…Hopefully." Maya poked it with a finger. "Still feels like a normal wall, and I can't say I'm sorry about that. How were you going to use it? Just try to walk through?"
"That would be an option…" She tapped it thoughtfully. "If I'd just shaped a hole in the wall, then sure, but this… whatever… seems to work better if I'm not looking. So let's go look at the train station, then come back afterwards. I'll see if I can convince myself that this was always a portal."
Maya looked searchingly at her.
"I take it back," she said. "You're every bit as dangerous as your sister. This is ridiculous, and I'm never getting that melon goo out of my hair."
"Not my fault." Miki pouted. "It's already been over an hour. We can't stay here forever…"
Amu had called her a little while ago to mention that Fumi was getting better, though waking her still wasn't a good idea. Amu, on the other hand, was making extremely slow progress on building her own way out of there, hobbled by having basically no idea where they were. Not that Miki could claim to know better.
They continued bickering on the way to the train station. Maya might not know how to deal with kids, but now that she'd opened up a little, she found that talking to her was actually fun.
———————
The train was big, and modern, and empty.
The train was also, incongruously, spewing smoke, albeit smoke that disappeared somewhere in the corner of her eye.
"Phantom Rail, Central Honshu Phantasm Line," Maya read. "Miki, is that—"
"Probably my fault, yes."
It had been waiting for them when they'd stepped into the station. She'd had all sorts of experiments planned, but she'd been picturing it in her head while walking, imagining there'd be a train to take her home, and apparently that had been enough.
"…Right. So…"
She shook her head. This wasn't one of the scenarios she'd been picturing.
[ ] Step on the bizarre phantom train.
[ ] Enough of this, return to Amu.
[ ] Go back out. Then try again.
[ ] There's a perfectly good archway to try!
[ ] Write-in
A/N: Ib is a nice game.
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Quantumboost
Now with 50% more dots in Dimensional Science
- Location
- Ensemble Space
...dangit, neither Amu nor Miki have Martial Arts, so she can't suplex the train if something goes horribly wrong.
Will have to think about this. Disinclined to go on the Phantom Train, especially if Amu isn't coming along.
Will have to think about this. Disinclined to go on the Phantom Train, especially if Amu isn't coming along.
Baughn
Healing-type writer
- Location
- Dublin
Bah, just use a Phoenix Down.
Or, you know, fetch Amu. That's an option. Though you may want to build a well-suspended carriage for Fumi while you're at it.
Yeah, that is certainly an option, but that name is kinda suspicious
It shows the shaping is waaaay too literal. Unless Miki pictured the line connecting directly to mainland Japan as well, I think we should be wary of it
Checking back on that archway sounds promising to pin down what happened even further, though.
The only questions left are what to do about Fumi/Amu for the moment, and just how aware of the fourth wall is Maya, anyway?
It shows the shaping is waaaay too literal. Unless Miki pictured the line connecting directly to mainland Japan as well, I think we should be wary of it
Checking back on that archway sounds promising to pin down what happened even further, though.
The only questions left are what to do about Fumi/Amu for the moment, and just how aware of the fourth wall is Maya, anyway?
Baughn
Healing-type writer
- Location
- Dublin
Not at all. This isn't that sort of story.
language there threw me off
al103
Grumpy Russian Bear (SV edition)
- Location
- Russia, Krasnoyarsk
By they nature many demons identify themselves by they role in play - so borrowed theater term is pretty normal, even from naturalborn as she lived against many shaped for a long time.
ω₁
The Long Count
You may have missed a reference. ("Nanjo Rail" was supposed to be the company name... should I have said "Nanjo Railway Company"?)
EDIT: Even if the "missed reference" was a deliberate rejection of the existence of the Nanjo zaibatsu, it's not an express line, so we should still be able to switch trains at Winsor McCay Memorial Station.
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Baughn
Healing-type writer
- Location
- Dublin
Oh, you're right...
Even so, Amu probably wouldn't know about the existence of a random corporate conglomerate. Not that she'd have any trouble remembering them all if she ran into a list now, she just hasn't had the occasion to do so.
If your write-in was contingent on her doing so... I should probably retcon it, and you should be more explicit in the future.
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al103
Grumpy Russian Bear (SV edition)
- Location
- Russia, Krasnoyarsk
Not exactly. Many of them start by being shaped by human myths/subconsciousness or grow by being shaped by the same, but between influence of former humans (like "naturalborn" spirit-themed demons* and ascended**), godlike beings*** like Botis, Lucifer, etc and just plain interaction they grow past that.
*There are random Moh Shuuvus and there is Maya and others like her
**There are Scathachs the random demons and there is The Scathach the origin of the myth
***And going to the near start of the game there are Samaels and there is THE Samael, Fifth of the Fallen - feel the difference
PS. It's more murkier for Personas as Origins have a tendency to just plain break in and make themselves home if you get they reflection and are interesting enough. Starting with fucking Nyarlahotep who just plain overrides anybody who is unlucky to get his reflection as Persona.
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