Mahin, I am in need of your assistance.
The Observer spoke to no one, as it often did, but there was an immediate shift in the surrounding area. The Guide had yet to materialize, but was slowly flowing her way into the Collapsing Space. Where the Observer was flickering static and anarchic hues, Mahin was something different entirely. She appeared completely human, molded in the image of someone who had not too long before been in the Observer's presence; though it might be hard to gauge the 'exactness' of that idea. Time tended to be something that the Observer thought to be a construct of the Prime Entities to quantify their place in the order of things, a nebulous concept of rigid fragments that splintered further and further into curious divisions.
Bits and pieces filtered through, as it watched, the rest filled in by a wavering in the umbral nature of Collapsing Space. A pair of earth-colored eyes peered at the Observer from behind an uneven mop of chestnut tangles, small darkened circles beneath them; slightly biting her lower lip, a smile tugging at the edges of her face. As spasming nothing became filled with her being, Mahin let out a sigh and stretched. She was a little too-tall and a little too-thin by design, and rarely seemed to be interested in her work...but the Observer had come to trust this particular data-entity.
Hey, Mama O, sorry it took so long...it's getting harder to pass between Spaces. What's the deal? Whatcha need? Am I heading back?
It was not a name that the Observer much cared for, but one that it tolerated. Mahin seemed excited, her canter as casual as always, bouncing back and forth on her heels; letting small ripples loose with each motion. The Observer regarded her for a moment before turning away, throwing part of its self away to provide a glimpse into what had necessitated their convening in this moment. As the scene formed, Mahin drew in a sharp breath...then whistled.
Do you understand, now? It should be well within your capacity to deduce what this means without additional information.
The Guide chose not to answer at once, leaning closer to peer in. It was a small apartment, riddled with rolling waves of static. From the overhead vantage provided by the Observer, there was a ludicrous amount of Resonance-based corruption; interference on a level that Mahin hadn't seen before. She watched intently, eyes alight from within, as a figure sat silently; in front of a grouping of machines she could only guess at the purpose of. What intrigued her most was the figure its self, as though the shape of a man had been cut from Corporeal Reality. From what she could tell, he was tall and bald...but it felt wrong as it amalgamated with her prior knowledge. The Observer knew this, as it waited. It did not, however, know how the 'Starlit Broadcast' functioned; or who was behind it. Mahin placed a hand lightly on the Observer's shoulder, nodding and taking a step back.
You want me to investigate, get a group ready and stop this thing before it spreads any more interference. I gotcha.
That is your current mission, at its most basic, yes. Please see to it that this is dealt with quickly.
The Observer spoke to no one, as it often did, but there was an immediate shift in the surrounding area. The Guide had yet to materialize, but was slowly flowing her way into the Collapsing Space. Where the Observer was flickering static and anarchic hues, Mahin was something different entirely. She appeared completely human, molded in the image of someone who had not too long before been in the Observer's presence; though it might be hard to gauge the 'exactness' of that idea. Time tended to be something that the Observer thought to be a construct of the Prime Entities to quantify their place in the order of things, a nebulous concept of rigid fragments that splintered further and further into curious divisions.
Bits and pieces filtered through, as it watched, the rest filled in by a wavering in the umbral nature of Collapsing Space. A pair of earth-colored eyes peered at the Observer from behind an uneven mop of chestnut tangles, small darkened circles beneath them; slightly biting her lower lip, a smile tugging at the edges of her face. As spasming nothing became filled with her being, Mahin let out a sigh and stretched. She was a little too-tall and a little too-thin by design, and rarely seemed to be interested in her work...but the Observer had come to trust this particular data-entity.
Hey, Mama O, sorry it took so long...it's getting harder to pass between Spaces. What's the deal? Whatcha need? Am I heading back?
It was not a name that the Observer much cared for, but one that it tolerated. Mahin seemed excited, her canter as casual as always, bouncing back and forth on her heels; letting small ripples loose with each motion. The Observer regarded her for a moment before turning away, throwing part of its self away to provide a glimpse into what had necessitated their convening in this moment. As the scene formed, Mahin drew in a sharp breath...then whistled.
Do you understand, now? It should be well within your capacity to deduce what this means without additional information.
The Guide chose not to answer at once, leaning closer to peer in. It was a small apartment, riddled with rolling waves of static. From the overhead vantage provided by the Observer, there was a ludicrous amount of Resonance-based corruption; interference on a level that Mahin hadn't seen before. She watched intently, eyes alight from within, as a figure sat silently; in front of a grouping of machines she could only guess at the purpose of. What intrigued her most was the figure its self, as though the shape of a man had been cut from Corporeal Reality. From what she could tell, he was tall and bald...but it felt wrong as it amalgamated with her prior knowledge. The Observer knew this, as it waited. It did not, however, know how the 'Starlit Broadcast' functioned; or who was behind it. Mahin placed a hand lightly on the Observer's shoulder, nodding and taking a step back.
You want me to investigate, get a group ready and stop this thing before it spreads any more interference. I gotcha.
That is your current mission, at its most basic, yes. Please see to it that this is dealt with quickly.
Hi, again! It's me and it's you, doing the things we do.
Now, this is the OOC thread for Echoes: Starlit Change and I'm Crumbs. I'm sure you know that, by now, but sometimes it just bears repeating! This is an idea that I've loved to toy around with over the past little while; being that it's set in a universe that has been a favorite of mine (and a friend of mine) for quite some time. We're going to be a bunch of high-school kids approached by Mahin, after their names are called off on a 'death-forecast' provided by a man who calls himself Darius, who is running a pirate radio station called the Starlit Broadcast.
Beyond that? Well, we'll see! I have some pretty big plans, but I'm not sure if they're all going to be implemented~
If you've kept up with this since the Interest Check then I wanna say 'thanks' and I hope that you're looking forward to this as much as I am! Below will be a lot of the information from that thread, along with the Expanded sections.
Pardon the mess while I get stuff added, sorted and generally worked out. ^_^
Hati Station; Named for the wolf who pursued the Moon in Norse mythology, Hati Station is something of an antiquity compared to more modern Stations. It is hardly large enough to warrant the classification, bearing only four notable cities, and would likely not have, if it had not been one of the first created. Its founders, the Monotome family, originally opened Hati as a mining station; digging deep into the heart of the place...ripping out what valuable minerals they could and abandoning the place for two generations.
With the return of their attention, and, surprisingly, their migration, Hati underwent a century long stretch of redesign and redevelopment. Now, instead of the harsh structures of the asteroid's younger days...Hati is a tourist destination. Or, rather, it is popular for one particular destination. Though the Nebula Resort is highly expensive and reclusive, it sits just above the second most notorious of the Cardinal Cities.
As a whole, Hati is a place of divisions. That much is apparent from within East City; the massive wall that divides Nebula and the city its self almost always visible...regardless of how hard you try to ignore it.
East City; A sprawling metropolis, bustling and ever-changing. East City is, as the name implies, the easternmost Cardinal City that was founded around the original landing site of the Monotome family's army of laborers. Surprisingly, it is one of the more practical cities; nearly everything lining up perfectly to the grid-like layout. While not so sinister as South City, East City has a similar reputation; with high crime rates and a quality of living that would be laughable in most other cities.
Poverty is common in the southern reaches of the city, following a bizarre gradient as one walks farther from the Wall. Famous for its number of abandoned warehouses and poor education system. East City is the most temperate Cardinal City, in terms of weather; due to the strong monetary influence behind Nebula Resort's presence. Most of the people in this city long for a better life. Go figure.
More than likely, this is the area we're all going to be from...or at the least, the area we're going to be in at the start of all this.
Pygmalion's Gallery: A reality separate from Corporeal or Esoteric reality, considered a Decaying Space by those who are aware of its existence. To those who are not entirely keen on the Gallery's spatial nuances...it is a testing ground. A gauntlet of ever-shifting scenery and a nonsensical parody of reality's rules. One moment it can be a glass room lined with marble pillars, in another it can be a series of twisted catwalks over a yawning void.
The Gallery is inhabited by creatures called Delusions; phantasms created from various incorporeal phenomenon. The most common cause for Delusions are human beings, themselves. As humans have grown more numerous, more ambitious; so too have the Delusions. These Delusions often seem to thematically match the space they inhabit within the Gallery.
To access the Gallery is difficult without the aid of a Guide; one who is ordained by Observers or Moderators to serve as their liaisons into Corporeal Reality. Usually, Pygmalion's Gallery is sealed, a Guide watching over its locked gate until the time comes that they are instructed to seek those to undergo the trials within and form a Bond.
More to come.
With the return of their attention, and, surprisingly, their migration, Hati underwent a century long stretch of redesign and redevelopment. Now, instead of the harsh structures of the asteroid's younger days...Hati is a tourist destination. Or, rather, it is popular for one particular destination. Though the Nebula Resort is highly expensive and reclusive, it sits just above the second most notorious of the Cardinal Cities.
As a whole, Hati is a place of divisions. That much is apparent from within East City; the massive wall that divides Nebula and the city its self almost always visible...regardless of how hard you try to ignore it.
East City; A sprawling metropolis, bustling and ever-changing. East City is, as the name implies, the easternmost Cardinal City that was founded around the original landing site of the Monotome family's army of laborers. Surprisingly, it is one of the more practical cities; nearly everything lining up perfectly to the grid-like layout. While not so sinister as South City, East City has a similar reputation; with high crime rates and a quality of living that would be laughable in most other cities.
Poverty is common in the southern reaches of the city, following a bizarre gradient as one walks farther from the Wall. Famous for its number of abandoned warehouses and poor education system. East City is the most temperate Cardinal City, in terms of weather; due to the strong monetary influence behind Nebula Resort's presence. Most of the people in this city long for a better life. Go figure.
More than likely, this is the area we're all going to be from...or at the least, the area we're going to be in at the start of all this.
Pygmalion's Gallery: A reality separate from Corporeal or Esoteric reality, considered a Decaying Space by those who are aware of its existence. To those who are not entirely keen on the Gallery's spatial nuances...it is a testing ground. A gauntlet of ever-shifting scenery and a nonsensical parody of reality's rules. One moment it can be a glass room lined with marble pillars, in another it can be a series of twisted catwalks over a yawning void.
The Gallery is inhabited by creatures called Delusions; phantasms created from various incorporeal phenomenon. The most common cause for Delusions are human beings, themselves. As humans have grown more numerous, more ambitious; so too have the Delusions. These Delusions often seem to thematically match the space they inhabit within the Gallery.
To access the Gallery is difficult without the aid of a Guide; one who is ordained by Observers or Moderators to serve as their liaisons into Corporeal Reality. Usually, Pygmalion's Gallery is sealed, a Guide watching over its locked gate until the time comes that they are instructed to seek those to undergo the trials within and form a Bond.
More to come.
Resonance; A term used in Esoteric studies, commonly understood to function alongside technology to produce fantastic effects. While not commonly a visible phenomena, it has been suggested that Resonance tends to be transparent; moving ever outward in small ripples. Human beings cannot directly harness Resonance, as they are inherently unable to tap into it. This has spurred Restech (colloquial name) to become the most common commodity, an surprisingly inexpensive.
Most people accept that Resonance is simply part of their lives, much as people did in the halcyon days of Old Earth...where magic was still wielded among her peoples. Now, it is not uncommon to communicate through a Restech device...to cook with Restech...
You get the idea.
Magic; What do you expect? Magic is dead, baby! Er...kind of. The ability to use magic has dwindled in humanity, making it nothing more than a novelty; even when someone appears who can use it. I mean, after all, everyone has their Core Ability.
Core Ability; An ability that someone is born with. An ability that they can not lose. An ability that is usually within reason. Think about that.
Guide: Appointed by Moderators, or more rarely Observers, Guides are Corporeal data-entities that enforce the will of their patron. They are sapient and self-aware, but operate under Personality Restriction Protocols; ensuring their efficiency in action and adherence to their orders. They can choose any form, but often appear human; given that they are the in-between for Prime Entities and Non-Entities.
Guides have limited control over Corporeal Reality, enabling them to be fierce combatants if made into foes; but a limited access to the Esoteric. They most often function as gate-keepers or agents of 'fate', guiding events as need be. There are usually only three Guides in existence, in any given instance of a universe; and they rarely, if ever, come in contact with one another.
A Guide is necessary for the formation of a Bond, not only because of their inherent attributes...but because their sacrifice is one of the parameters to ensure that there is a small margin of error for that Bond's formation.
Bond: An Esoteric Grid formation that binds Prime Entities together by their Fate Kernels, allowing for them to bypass their inherent limitations. A Bond is a tool used by the Non-Entities to allow Prime Entities to enter Esoteric Space without the standard risk; usually to utilize them where problems exist that Moderators or Observers can not handle.
More to come.
Most people accept that Resonance is simply part of their lives, much as people did in the halcyon days of Old Earth...where magic was still wielded among her peoples. Now, it is not uncommon to communicate through a Restech device...to cook with Restech...
You get the idea.
Magic; What do you expect? Magic is dead, baby! Er...kind of. The ability to use magic has dwindled in humanity, making it nothing more than a novelty; even when someone appears who can use it. I mean, after all, everyone has their Core Ability.
Core Ability; An ability that someone is born with. An ability that they can not lose. An ability that is usually within reason. Think about that.
Guide: Appointed by Moderators, or more rarely Observers, Guides are Corporeal data-entities that enforce the will of their patron. They are sapient and self-aware, but operate under Personality Restriction Protocols; ensuring their efficiency in action and adherence to their orders. They can choose any form, but often appear human; given that they are the in-between for Prime Entities and Non-Entities.
Guides have limited control over Corporeal Reality, enabling them to be fierce combatants if made into foes; but a limited access to the Esoteric. They most often function as gate-keepers or agents of 'fate', guiding events as need be. There are usually only three Guides in existence, in any given instance of a universe; and they rarely, if ever, come in contact with one another.
A Guide is necessary for the formation of a Bond, not only because of their inherent attributes...but because their sacrifice is one of the parameters to ensure that there is a small margin of error for that Bond's formation.
Bond: An Esoteric Grid formation that binds Prime Entities together by their Fate Kernels, allowing for them to bypass their inherent limitations. A Bond is a tool used by the Non-Entities to allow Prime Entities to enter Esoteric Space without the standard risk; usually to utilize them where problems exist that Moderators or Observers can not handle.
More to come.
Name: This one is pretty straightforward.
Age: We're gonna be kicking this off with high-school kids...so I say keep it from 'fourteen' to 'eighteen'.
Gender: Also pretty straightfoward.
Appearance: You can use an image (illustrations preferred), or write out a couple of paragraphs about what your character looks like.
Personality: Fairly easy.
Occupation: What does your character do in East City? 'Student' will probably go here, for most; but I want to look beyond that. What else does your character do? If they have a job, or maybe belong to a club it would go here.
Core Ability: This is where things get fun. A Core Ability is unique to an individual, and everyone in this particular instance of Corporeal Reality happens to have one. I expect these to be fairly reasonable, starting out (actually, I intend for them to be crafted with 'growing room') so that they can be expanded on later. For now, this is the only Ability I'm planning to implement. As things move forward, we may be adding more.
Biography: I'll only make you put about three paragraphs into this, if you choose to do it.
Age: We're gonna be kicking this off with high-school kids...so I say keep it from 'fourteen' to 'eighteen'.
Gender: Also pretty straightfoward.
Appearance: You can use an image (illustrations preferred), or write out a couple of paragraphs about what your character looks like.
Personality: Fairly easy.
Occupation: What does your character do in East City? 'Student' will probably go here, for most; but I want to look beyond that. What else does your character do? If they have a job, or maybe belong to a club it would go here.
Core Ability: This is where things get fun. A Core Ability is unique to an individual, and everyone in this particular instance of Corporeal Reality happens to have one. I expect these to be fairly reasonable, starting out (actually, I intend for them to be crafted with 'growing room') so that they can be expanded on later. For now, this is the only Ability I'm planning to implement. As things move forward, we may be adding more.
Biography: I'll only make you put about three paragraphs into this, if you choose to do it.
