Post by Michael Black on Apr 6, 2015 15:21:41 GMT
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Forest
Meropis Surface
Much of the previous 15 minutes had been a blur as Doctor Michael Black of England, United Kingdom, Earth had ran with the beasts. Everything he ever loved and he ever knew was fading, he kept repeating his name and his home to himself trying desperately to cling to some semblance of reality. The Koan filtered around him and ignored him, crazed and angry beasts running from the bright lights, he could feel their pain, their sorrow, he wanted to weep for them. He didn't know where he was going, or why, he was just running away as fast as he could. He'd ran into a force field somewhere in the darkness and rebounded off it with a searing, burning sensation flooding the right side of his body. He glanced down at his hands as he ran, clawed and gnarly fingers were before him - they were surely not his. His hair was spiny and mottled, his skin was grey and he could hear the very heartbeat of the city. Thousands and thousands of ancient devices sung their own melodies and harmonies to him, it overwhelmed him, it crazed him. He kept on running.
Michael paused on a metal framed doorway, leaning on it for support he realized he'd reached the end of some sort of long access tunnel that reaches under the pier. It was night time now, the sunset had long since faded and the cool evening air washed over him, calming his fever temporarily. He tried to combat whatever the hell was going on in his mind by concentrating on his immediate surroundings. He muttered to himself,
"The metal is not cold, it is room temperature. My body heat is merely transferring from me and into the conductor which is why it feels cold to the touch. Just like a can of Coke. Pi is 3.14159265258. Wormholes are established by ARGHH-" A wave of agony rushed through him. He ran some more, out and into the forest.
He finally came to rest behind a tree on the edge of the forest, slumping against the rough bark he caught his breath. The night air was cool, it wasn't bright out tonight and he was far enough away from the ancient technology now that he could finally get his thoughts in order. That, was weird. He glanced back around the tree at the dark outline of the city. It was almost like there was some broadcast that only he and the Koan could hear, what the hell had happened to him? Who was this Dorane character and what had he done? Michael grabbed his thigh, suddenly aware that it was still seeping blood gently into his combats from the clawed attack he had suffered about an hour ago, the throbbing pain returned now that there was room in his head to bear it.
Michael suddenly became aware of something else near him. The hairs, or spines to be precise, on the back of his ears and neck stood on end. It was another Koan, all the way out here in the forest, he didn't know how he knew that but he could feel it - and it felt like another Michael Black. He crept along a few trees until he saw the outline of the creature. It was facing away from him, looking toward the city. This Koan was different somehow, it was slight of build and was wearing a sleeveless tunic, a hooded wrap with a fold of fabric pulled down to shadow it's face and it's long silver hair flowed down it's back into a neat braid. The Koan carefully lifted something to it's eye, a long decorated wooden tube with a braided cord hanging from it. Black soon realized it was a primitive telescope. He watched silently and carefully as the creature lowered the telescope again and turned to walk away back into the forest. The creature stopped in it's tracks and suddenly turned it's head toward Black. It didn't look angry, or even scared, it just stared at him. Black thought fast, he slowly reached into the side pocket of his trousers and withdrew a power bar. He peeled back the wrapper and offered it toward the creature.
"It's okay, I won't hurt you..." The Koan carefully extended trimmed claws and grasped the power bar, "And I'm pretty sure you're not going to hurt me either." He smiled.
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Forest
Meropis Surface
Much of the previous 15 minutes had been a blur as Doctor Michael Black of England, United Kingdom, Earth had ran with the beasts. Everything he ever loved and he ever knew was fading, he kept repeating his name and his home to himself trying desperately to cling to some semblance of reality. The Koan filtered around him and ignored him, crazed and angry beasts running from the bright lights, he could feel their pain, their sorrow, he wanted to weep for them. He didn't know where he was going, or why, he was just running away as fast as he could. He'd ran into a force field somewhere in the darkness and rebounded off it with a searing, burning sensation flooding the right side of his body. He glanced down at his hands as he ran, clawed and gnarly fingers were before him - they were surely not his. His hair was spiny and mottled, his skin was grey and he could hear the very heartbeat of the city. Thousands and thousands of ancient devices sung their own melodies and harmonies to him, it overwhelmed him, it crazed him. He kept on running.
Michael paused on a metal framed doorway, leaning on it for support he realized he'd reached the end of some sort of long access tunnel that reaches under the pier. It was night time now, the sunset had long since faded and the cool evening air washed over him, calming his fever temporarily. He tried to combat whatever the hell was going on in his mind by concentrating on his immediate surroundings. He muttered to himself,
"The metal is not cold, it is room temperature. My body heat is merely transferring from me and into the conductor which is why it feels cold to the touch. Just like a can of Coke. Pi is 3.14159265258. Wormholes are established by ARGHH-" A wave of agony rushed through him. He ran some more, out and into the forest.
He finally came to rest behind a tree on the edge of the forest, slumping against the rough bark he caught his breath. The night air was cool, it wasn't bright out tonight and he was far enough away from the ancient technology now that he could finally get his thoughts in order. That, was weird. He glanced back around the tree at the dark outline of the city. It was almost like there was some broadcast that only he and the Koan could hear, what the hell had happened to him? Who was this Dorane character and what had he done? Michael grabbed his thigh, suddenly aware that it was still seeping blood gently into his combats from the clawed attack he had suffered about an hour ago, the throbbing pain returned now that there was room in his head to bear it.
Michael suddenly became aware of something else near him. The hairs, or spines to be precise, on the back of his ears and neck stood on end. It was another Koan, all the way out here in the forest, he didn't know how he knew that but he could feel it - and it felt like another Michael Black. He crept along a few trees until he saw the outline of the creature. It was facing away from him, looking toward the city. This Koan was different somehow, it was slight of build and was wearing a sleeveless tunic, a hooded wrap with a fold of fabric pulled down to shadow it's face and it's long silver hair flowed down it's back into a neat braid. The Koan carefully lifted something to it's eye, a long decorated wooden tube with a braided cord hanging from it. Black soon realized it was a primitive telescope. He watched silently and carefully as the creature lowered the telescope again and turned to walk away back into the forest. The creature stopped in it's tracks and suddenly turned it's head toward Black. It didn't look angry, or even scared, it just stared at him. Black thought fast, he slowly reached into the side pocket of his trousers and withdrew a power bar. He peeled back the wrapper and offered it toward the creature.
"It's okay, I won't hurt you..." The Koan carefully extended trimmed claws and grasped the power bar, "And I'm pretty sure you're not going to hurt me either." He smiled.
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