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Post by Blaze on Nov 27, 2021 13:48:07 GMT -8
Blaze lets herself be affected by the Contract and soon enough finds herself in the dream realm. At this point the transition between states of being was almost smooth, with little need for adjustment. Her dream form didn't have any of the flame one could see looking at her mien - she was just a normal woman in a completely nondescript gray garment that looks a little bit like a uniform. There are multiple burn marks and gunshot wounds on her person, all covered by small pathes of frost or ice that seem to grow organically over the injuries.
She decides on an uninvasive method of finding the Gate to Fawkes' Bastion - attuning herself to the flow of thoughts, fears and wants given form here, closing her eyes for a second and opening them to a new perspective, analyzing the shifts not unlike an officer would study aerial shots to find a break in enemy formation or some way to flank them. The correspondence between an environment and the mind this environment represents is more art than science, however, meaning the Elemental has to spend more time than she would've liked on the task.
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Post by Krakenbox on Nov 29, 2021 21:02:53 GMT -8
Blaze gazed down the amalgamation of her psyche, reading and shifting her Bastion with Oren's own willpower added to the iron of her mind. Direction was provided with the Mirrorskin's Contract, as he innately sensed where his target lay beyond the chamber of Blaze's mind. The sense of a world crumbled away to the dust and ashes between thought, as the Avatar is dissolved through the Gate—the atoms that once held together piecemeal ideas of the collective mortal consciousness—the ones that decided you exist—stretched and tangled with recollection. They were motes floating on a solar wind of oblivion as the true scope of where one trekked was conceived in that brief moment of unmaking.How cold it was, so far from the edge of the Thorns. The soul wept to be connected again with the collective nodes of memories, ideas, and dreams, and that instinct allowed the Lost to step onto the only thing that made sense.
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Post by Blaze on Dec 3, 2021 12:27:08 GMT -8
There was a certain sense of urgency to this assignment - first because whatever was inside Fawkes' Bastion needs to be handled, and second because playing God is fun and games in your own head - but in uncharted territory, successful dream manipulation comes down to few strategic decisions, like a chess match.
That's why Blaze has strategically decided to raise hell.
Calling on the magic of fire burning in her heart, the Elemental foregoes her usual carefulness and reaches out with her hands, furiously grasping and tearing the clusters of atoms and gusts of wind like she's blazing (what a word!) a path through a jungle cutting down vines. The intent is clear - send ripples of fear and destruction through the skein, making it back the fuck down and clearing a path through dreams, or the beginning of one.
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Post by Oren on Dec 4, 2021 11:27:39 GMT -8
In the Dream, he was a glittering cavalcade. A different coloured eye in each crystal stud that dotted his flesh like deeply embedded shrapnel.
Stained-glass wings flickered in and out of existence, depicting a fractal mosaic of different lives; stop-motion documentaries that rung like chimes.
Oren blinked and expected there to still be sand in his eyes. He was grateful to find out that he could see very, very clearly. Smelling blood on the air felt very different when you weren't awake. The ruddy metallic that washed over you with every inhale was nowhere to be seen or felt. In its absence, Oren latched onto the dust that collided in the wake of Blaze's weave. If she was to be the first to forge, he would be the first to step and scour.
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Post by Krakenbox on Dec 4, 2021 13:46:47 GMT -8
The Lost drew on the energy of their surroundings, pulling from the cosmos in the face of oblivion. Fire burned through the dust, clearing a path that Blaze and Oren willed into existence that would obey the laws of physics and allow them to trek in a manner that would not test their sanity. How far that path would be was unknown, with the expanse shrouded in choking nebula clouds and firing neurons. The silent wind roils on the edges of the glimmering road, clouds gathering around Oren as he reappears further away from Blaze.
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Post by Blaze on Dec 6, 2021 0:35:12 GMT -8
The cosmic winds and pressing feeling of emptiness set the Torrent back a bit, but she presses forward in an attempt to stare down a deadly version of a Winamp visualization. Spectral heat and flames, fueled by spite and quiet determination burn a path forward, a path that makes sense to earthly perceptions. The Elemental still feels like it's a long way to go, but she takes comfort in the fact that the journey gets shorter with every step forward.
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Post by Krakenbox on Dec 6, 2021 16:38:03 GMT -8
Realizing the dark was closing in, Oren decided to stick to what he intimately knew and busied himself with spinning a blade from the shadows themselves. Element met with element, cleaving his way through the dark—at least now he wouldn't be unarmed if something strange emerged from the void.
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Post by Oren on Dec 10, 2021 7:48:27 GMT -8
"All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy."
Oren took upon himself the role of the roguish adventurer, languishing in the heat of the global south, tearing through tangle with a thick blade and a big hope; that something would be waiting on the other side.
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Post by Blaze on Dec 10, 2021 14:05:03 GMT -8
Blaze puts out all the heat and flame she can manage. She can feel their target closing in, but the cold push of the void becomes more nagging with every passing moment (or that'd the expression be if time had any meaning in this non-place). The Elemental tries her best to not let up that the possibility of them becoming stranded in some strange place is becoming more likely.
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Post by Krakenbox on Dec 12, 2021 8:35:19 GMT -8
Oren's blade echoed as it hit solid stone, looking up to see the spike rising into the clear expanse and a cosmic whirlpool high above. Darkness swirled away from Blaze to reveal more stone formations, like pried ribs strewn across a desolate valley as the tides of dust rolled across there feet as a shallow fog. The Elemental shouted a warning as spider-like appendages emerged from the tear.
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Post by Blaze on Dec 14, 2021 13:13:24 GMT -8
Quick assessment of the Snafu and Blaze jumps to cover, hiding behind one of the jutting stone-ribs - picking the closest one that'd require as little movement to get to as possible. She had no intention of getting spotted like a tourist craning her neck, and so decided that decisions are actually much more easily made with some solid rock between you and danger. If they're lucky, they'll be able to find a gate out of here leaping between shelters, or dropping prone into the thick dust, although that one will be a bastard to see through.
Helping luck along a little, Blaze conjures some of her inner fire into a ball and sets it out into the air, so that it lands to the side of the pair - way along the line of sight, allowing as much breathing room as possible. The fire isn't particularly hot - the Elemental would be surprised if it so much as charred on of the spider's legs - but it grows into considerable size. The distraction might be something that buys them a few moments.
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Post by Oren on Dec 15, 2021 10:51:14 GMT -8
Oren kicked up a cloud of dust, and as it dissipated, so did he.
The Mirrorskin felt much more comfortable skulking about now that he could not be seen. He reckoned he could move closer, maybe even under the creature as it extended itself into this dimension. Places, places! With his weapon drawn, he considered one of its appendages. What it would be like to separate it from its body. What it would sound like. He was counting on Blaze's little fireworks display to draw its attention. Just in time for his strike from below.
But when? Timing was everything, and he was sure to have a few measures to go.
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Post by Krakenbox on Dec 15, 2021 22:23:11 GMT -8
The legs descend, jabbing at the sparks of fire with mindless interest. The distraction seems to have worked as it doesn't probe the area where Blaze was hidden. An object within reach, Oren figures this is a good time as any.
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Post by Oren on Dec 17, 2021 7:12:52 GMT -8
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Post by Blaze on Dec 17, 2021 11:34:21 GMT -8
Blaze assumed that Oren used one of the many tricks of the Lost to become invisible and cross the rest of the way to the Bastion. This belief is proven untrue when the man emerges to attack, but that catches the Elemental somewhere forward, as she is sneaking from one rock cover to the next.
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