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lazybox2013-02-12 07:50 pm
bloodyashes) wrote in lazybox2013-02-12 07:50 pm
World hoppers gonn' world hop
Jumping between worlds never stopped being interesting. Starting to get a little lonely, maybe, but certainly never boring. Even calm worlds had something new to discover, although it was probably a good thing that he tended to run into other "survivors" of the Tower on this trip.
He sure would have appreciated one of those now, even if just so that he had someone to crack jokes with about monsters coming out at night. That eclipse had started not long after he came here, and was the apparent reason behind the insanity around him; dark monsters popping out everywhere, and an imbalance in the world that was sending the First Fonon into a berserk state, or at least so it seemed to his perception of things.
It was making finding enough of Sixth Fonon to do anything kind of a pain in the ass. At least he could use the Seventh to duplicate any of the others, now, and had enough of an ambient cloud of them to do what he needed. There didn't seem to be a naturally occuring source of them in this world, so he was stuck with what he'd brought with them and the few he could make with artes himself. Learning that had been enough of a challenge, thanks.
He had, eventually, made it to a town, to be promptly greeted by wonder from the townspeople. He heard the phrase "powerful Adept" tossed around in his vicinity a few times, and well - at least that gave him a starting point. So he pulled a barmaid to the side and asked about Sheba and Felix, wishing he could remember the names of their other companions.
The woman had stared at him, but after a bit of coaxing, she pointed him in the direction of some ruins outside town. And really, he shouldn't be surprised, because it was Sheba and she was always up to her neck in trouble. Sure enough, the small blond figure is exploring as usual, a weapon in one hand - it's a familiar sight, even if they've both aged a few years.
Or more than a few years, in Sheba's case, given how time seems to slide off her. And there's no telling if she's the Sheba from the Tower, but... He clears his throat, stepping into sight behind her.
"For the record, I think you're a little too old now for me to be doing your laundry."
The worst that could happen is that she zaps him for being crazy, after all, and it's not like it would even be the first time.
He sure would have appreciated one of those now, even if just so that he had someone to crack jokes with about monsters coming out at night. That eclipse had started not long after he came here, and was the apparent reason behind the insanity around him; dark monsters popping out everywhere, and an imbalance in the world that was sending the First Fonon into a berserk state, or at least so it seemed to his perception of things.
It was making finding enough of Sixth Fonon to do anything kind of a pain in the ass. At least he could use the Seventh to duplicate any of the others, now, and had enough of an ambient cloud of them to do what he needed. There didn't seem to be a naturally occuring source of them in this world, so he was stuck with what he'd brought with them and the few he could make with artes himself. Learning that had been enough of a challenge, thanks.
He had, eventually, made it to a town, to be promptly greeted by wonder from the townspeople. He heard the phrase "powerful Adept" tossed around in his vicinity a few times, and well - at least that gave him a starting point. So he pulled a barmaid to the side and asked about Sheba and Felix, wishing he could remember the names of their other companions.
The woman had stared at him, but after a bit of coaxing, she pointed him in the direction of some ruins outside town. And really, he shouldn't be surprised, because it was Sheba and she was always up to her neck in trouble. Sure enough, the small blond figure is exploring as usual, a weapon in one hand - it's a familiar sight, even if they've both aged a few years.
Or more than a few years, in Sheba's case, given how time seems to slide off her. And there's no telling if she's the Sheba from the Tower, but... He clears his throat, stepping into sight behind her.
"For the record, I think you're a little too old now for me to be doing your laundry."
The worst that could happen is that she zaps him for being crazy, after all, and it's not like it would even be the first time.
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Her face falls, though, when he mentions her friends, and she goes quiet for a few moments. "That's... easier said than done, I think. If we're lucky we might run into Piers on the seas, but he comes and he goes..."
Isaac tended to stay in one place, but then, Isaac had also endorsed those stupid books. She wasn't altogether inclined to go pay him a leisurely visit, these days. Garet was almost always with him. Ivan was busy with his research, Mia with her healing, and Jenna... well. She was Jenna, and as much as Sheba loved her, she had a little trouble forgiving her for siding with Isaac in the Sun Saga debacle.
And Felix...
"Well, there's not a whole lot left to see around here, anyway!" She manages a grin and puts one hand on her hip, holding onto her staff with the other. "It'll be easier to reach parts of Weyard that aren't affected by the Eclipse by ship, too, so we should head for the nearest port and see if we can book passage. A lot of captains are a little hesitant to sail lately, but every time they've taken me out there's been a good wind for sailing!" She winks. "I wonder why that would be?"