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Zhao Liang
"If anybody actually cared about Chinese History, I wouldn't want to quit so much."
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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Blazezon, as played by RolePlayGateway
Description
So begins...
Zhao Liang's Story
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It had been a strange day, to put it mildly. Zhao Liang, mild mannered professor of History at Shanghai University, had been eating a cold, half heated lunch when everything went dark. Really dark, so dark it was viscous, and the very thought of light seemed to be forgotten. He had no idea how long the darkness lasted, but he did know he was traveling through it at extreme speed.
What he down know was he was wrapped in a shroud of void-essence, and shot through space, and time at an FTL speed.
He came to a stop violently, the shroud melting into the floor like ooze before slinking to the shadows, and vanishing. This left a violently shivering Chinese man stranded in the middle of the street, unable to speak, move, or think. His lungs burned like someone stuffed dry-ice in them. He shuddered, his body slowly warming as swarms of people, and aliens just walked past him with indifference.
They were used to this kind of thing.
A few hours had past, and Zhao was adapting rather well. Once his body resumed functioning eventually, and he shuffled his way to a nearby bench beside the street. It was amazing really, he thought as he glanced about. Cars, and people flew about, creatures I unimaginable horror walked around with actual demons, and wizards. A few "people" nearly gave him a heart attack, but over all he just sat back, watching.
It wasn't that hard to take in, really. Won't City was just a giant Sci-Fi novel, with magic. Everywhere.
Luckily for Zhao he spoke enough English to get by, and most of the people around seemed to speak a dirrivitve of it. At first it seemed like every conversation caught his ears. Things about Jedis, starships, andriods, and something awful called an "Ash-shen" all peaked his interest. So did the technology.
All around people had Dataslates, smart glasses, and sub-durals, it was amazing!
Even more amazing was the occasional robot that wondered by. He watched each intently, perhaps staring rudely, until one truly caught his eye. It was like a swarm, a cloud, but poured into a human form. It levitated off the ground, and displayed psyco-kinetic abilities at will. Zhao had been fascinated with nanites since college, and seeing such a display of the technology overloaded his curiosity.
As it wound it's way out of his vision he quietly got up, and followed.
At first he kept a wide distance, picking through the crowd, and hiding anytime the cloud-robot turned its "neck". At first he was pretty sure he was in trouble, but the creature really didn't seem to care. With time he got closer, until he trailed just behind the nano-being, following like a dog until they made their way pretty deep into the city.
It stopped outside what looked like a dilapidated building - too dilapidated.
It was rickety, and looked rusted, but half was obviously freshly constructed. It raised an eyebrow, but Zhao was far more interested in all the creatures coming, and going. Everywhere he looked a cloud-person went this way, and that. They were all busy, and none seemed to care.
The Earthling took a step forward, although somehow he felt almost pushed, and made his way to the shack.
Each step felt sort of like he was sinking, but as far as he could tell the ground was level. As he got closer yet he realized whatever was inside the building seemed to be literally sucking his mind in. it made him a bit leery, but for some reason he felt..Invincible. Striding quickly he made his way to the door, but his courage fell short as he got to a door.
He waited for a moment, but it swung open on its own, a cloud-person emerging from the blinding teal light inside the building.
Zhao stepped aside, feeling a little uneasy. It moved past him indifferently, he fully intended to let it go, and just observe the building from afar, but with an exhale he reached up, tapping its "shoulder".
"Excuse me, sir? Can you assist me?" He would've sounded like he was speaking an archaic form of Common, through a thick "alien" accent.
What he down know was he was wrapped in a shroud of void-essence, and shot through space, and time at an FTL speed.
He came to a stop violently, the shroud melting into the floor like ooze before slinking to the shadows, and vanishing. This left a violently shivering Chinese man stranded in the middle of the street, unable to speak, move, or think. His lungs burned like someone stuffed dry-ice in them. He shuddered, his body slowly warming as swarms of people, and aliens just walked past him with indifference.
They were used to this kind of thing.
A few hours had past, and Zhao was adapting rather well. Once his body resumed functioning eventually, and he shuffled his way to a nearby bench beside the street. It was amazing really, he thought as he glanced about. Cars, and people flew about, creatures I unimaginable horror walked around with actual demons, and wizards. A few "people" nearly gave him a heart attack, but over all he just sat back, watching.
It wasn't that hard to take in, really. Won't City was just a giant Sci-Fi novel, with magic. Everywhere.
Luckily for Zhao he spoke enough English to get by, and most of the people around seemed to speak a dirrivitve of it. At first it seemed like every conversation caught his ears. Things about Jedis, starships, andriods, and something awful called an "Ash-shen" all peaked his interest. So did the technology.
All around people had Dataslates, smart glasses, and sub-durals, it was amazing!
Even more amazing was the occasional robot that wondered by. He watched each intently, perhaps staring rudely, until one truly caught his eye. It was like a swarm, a cloud, but poured into a human form. It levitated off the ground, and displayed psyco-kinetic abilities at will. Zhao had been fascinated with nanites since college, and seeing such a display of the technology overloaded his curiosity.
As it wound it's way out of his vision he quietly got up, and followed.
At first he kept a wide distance, picking through the crowd, and hiding anytime the cloud-robot turned its "neck". At first he was pretty sure he was in trouble, but the creature really didn't seem to care. With time he got closer, until he trailed just behind the nano-being, following like a dog until they made their way pretty deep into the city.
It stopped outside what looked like a dilapidated building - too dilapidated.
It was rickety, and looked rusted, but half was obviously freshly constructed. It raised an eyebrow, but Zhao was far more interested in all the creatures coming, and going. Everywhere he looked a cloud-person went this way, and that. They were all busy, and none seemed to care.
The Earthling took a step forward, although somehow he felt almost pushed, and made his way to the shack.
Each step felt sort of like he was sinking, but as far as he could tell the ground was level. As he got closer yet he realized whatever was inside the building seemed to be literally sucking his mind in. it made him a bit leery, but for some reason he felt..Invincible. Striding quickly he made his way to the door, but his courage fell short as he got to a door.
He waited for a moment, but it swung open on its own, a cloud-person emerging from the blinding teal light inside the building.
Zhao stepped aside, feeling a little uneasy. It moved past him indifferently, he fully intended to let it go, and just observe the building from afar, but with an exhale he reached up, tapping its "shoulder".
"Excuse me, sir? Can you assist me?" He would've sounded like he was speaking an archaic form of Common, through a thick "alien" accent.
Jinhai didn't turn, not as a loose connection of meat and pivots like Zhao, it was more that the sea of dust simply poured in a new direction. The matte leathery surface of its robe compressed and flowed like a silken river under the touch of the humankind Zhao. Some absent movement of the surface busily wrinkled the leathery surface in and out as if seeking some idealized shape. It was the face that more marked it as something not the least human than its other qualities. A shifting dune loosely reminicient of a human but somehow too symmetrical. The mind rejected it as a face by its lack of normal biological chaos. Still four whirlpools formed in the face formed of drifting dune then the cones alit in milky grey flares as the creature inspected the humankind more closely. It had that squinting posture leaning the too-shapen head inward toward him as if it required the glasses to see him. It took a pregnant pause as a silent concordancy evaluated which 'you' the humankind was referring to. The dusty Jinhai flare-eyed to look at him then went about their business.
That first Jinhai, closest, elected as the 'you' in question among itselves spoke with a buffeting moire of dust pulsing along its face, "You are Humankind. You do not require an excuse. What does the Humankind need of this Jinhai?"
Deeper in the building the door shifted open periodically, a swirling network of hard angles in bright green as if a fountain of grass poured out from a central point. Gravitic lensing formed around vanishing bundles of tendril that dissipate through strange angles a visual cortex likely found difficult to define. The air positively throbbed with heavy bass notes as the grassy blades hammered their lensed alley walls. The pulse shouted at the mind insisting by psychoacoustics that some distant heavy object were trundling past. With it a rumble in the feet and deep in the chest grew the longer one looked at the grassy avalanche in mid-air. A teasing notion of concerted movement along the inner strands as if someone periodically pressed the heavy green blades into existence squeezed sharply through some ill-angled hole in reality. One heavy locomotive force causing another.
That first Jinhai, closest, elected as the 'you' in question among itselves spoke with a buffeting moire of dust pulsing along its face, "You are Humankind. You do not require an excuse. What does the Humankind need of this Jinhai?"
Deeper in the building the door shifted open periodically, a swirling network of hard angles in bright green as if a fountain of grass poured out from a central point. Gravitic lensing formed around vanishing bundles of tendril that dissipate through strange angles a visual cortex likely found difficult to define. The air positively throbbed with heavy bass notes as the grassy blades hammered their lensed alley walls. The pulse shouted at the mind insisting by psychoacoustics that some distant heavy object were trundling past. With it a rumble in the feet and deep in the chest grew the longer one looked at the grassy avalanche in mid-air. A teasing notion of concerted movement along the inner strands as if someone periodically pressed the heavy green blades into existence squeezed sharply through some ill-angled hole in reality. One heavy locomotive force causing another.
The all too literal response was somewhat calming really, but the grass like light wasn't. A lump formed in Zhao's throat, and he wasn't so sure he wanted to ask after all. The psychological trauma of being simply teleported to a new land was starting to sink in, and he felt very out of his depth. His face flushed, and he took a step back as the creature looked at him.
Still, he couldn't help but he fascinated by the way the "Jinhai" moved, or poured rather.
In a moment curiosity would overwhelm him, and he'd speak up again.
"Well, I've never seen a 'Jinhai,'" he pronunced it more like Shinai, "before. I was wonder if you could tell me who, or what you are.." The man trailed, watching instead the light inside, and the Jinhai appear/disappear with it. He blinked each time, and something about it made the inside of his skull itch.
"And what's that?" He pointed inside.
Still, he couldn't help but he fascinated by the way the "Jinhai" moved, or poured rather.
In a moment curiosity would overwhelm him, and he'd speak up again.
"Well, I've never seen a 'Jinhai,'" he pronunced it more like Shinai, "before. I was wonder if you could tell me who, or what you are.." The man trailed, watching instead the light inside, and the Jinhai appear/disappear with it. He blinked each time, and something about it made the inside of his skull itch.
"And what's that?" He pointed inside.
Jinhai looked at the humankind askance none had met a humankind yet that explicitly asked Jinhai to define itself. The question itself was a self-reflecting kind to which the Jinhai were not particularly suited but it came up with an answer. The grass shifted sharply as Myrkul's awareness tided the grassy whorl with a wavefront curl of green strands by way of the presence of an unusual consideration by Jinhai. It offered the best answer it could muster to the abstract question of what they were.
An outstretched palm from which a single pinprick of light ascended, a mote in an unusual population of one, "I are a we of Jinhai and an us of ourself in temporary deviations from the concordance of all thoughtforms of myselves that have ever been."
The Jinhai considered the question answered very unaware of the circuitousness of its answer to unfamiliar beings. What it is to be a collection of microscopic psionic creatures in temporary groupings of singular collectives merging their memories over time wasn't a simple concept to relate in any case. The interior was a more relatable response having been asked of their goings before.
The cowl and head rotated toward the grassy form though boneless shoulders stood still, "This is the nexus of the connection Myrkul's Vein maintains from Genesis. A core gate is yet to be constructed this location is unfit. All points of all other places the Way touches are proximal to the nexus. Through it the sub-beings of Myrkul's Vein access Humankind's domain."
An outstretched palm from which a single pinprick of light ascended, a mote in an unusual population of one, "I are a we of Jinhai and an us of ourself in temporary deviations from the concordance of all thoughtforms of myselves that have ever been."
The Jinhai considered the question answered very unaware of the circuitousness of its answer to unfamiliar beings. What it is to be a collection of microscopic psionic creatures in temporary groupings of singular collectives merging their memories over time wasn't a simple concept to relate in any case. The interior was a more relatable response having been asked of their goings before.
The cowl and head rotated toward the grassy form though boneless shoulders stood still, "This is the nexus of the connection Myrkul's Vein maintains from Genesis. A core gate is yet to be constructed this location is unfit. All points of all other places the Way touches are proximal to the nexus. Through it the sub-beings of Myrkul's Vein access Humankind's domain."
The Jinhai's explanation, and display flew right over Zhao's head. He taught Chinese History, and while he had a fascination with science, he was no scientist. He mostly just stared at the Jinhai, nodding a bit. He found it kind of freaky when the Jinhai rotated its head though.
His mouth gaped a bit, but the creature was looking elsewhere.
Again it's explanation didn't make much sebse, but Zhao shook his head as if he understood. "I see.." He trailed, eyes still fixed on the green energy. He caught a lot of keywords from the Jinhai, but being from another dimension entirely himself quite possibly, conversation was difficult. His command of English/Common didn't help either.
Still, you couldn't keep the man's curiosity down.
"I see.." It was becoming apparent that these machines were smart, just not very skilled in interaction, so he decided to approach them as one would a computer.
"Query," He almost chuckled, this really was Sci-Fi. "What is the definition of Psionic, and secondly what is a 'Myrkul'?" He paused for a minute, eyeing the Jinhai. "And is there any chance you speak Mandarin?"
His mouth gaped a bit, but the creature was looking elsewhere.
Again it's explanation didn't make much sebse, but Zhao shook his head as if he understood. "I see.." He trailed, eyes still fixed on the green energy. He caught a lot of keywords from the Jinhai, but being from another dimension entirely himself quite possibly, conversation was difficult. His command of English/Common didn't help either.
Still, you couldn't keep the man's curiosity down.
"I see.." It was becoming apparent that these machines were smart, just not very skilled in interaction, so he decided to approach them as one would a computer.
"Query," He almost chuckled, this really was Sci-Fi. "What is the definition of Psionic, and secondly what is a 'Myrkul'?" He paused for a minute, eyeing the Jinhai. "And is there any chance you speak Mandarin?"
Jinhai accumulated a vast sum of languages among the black storm from the flotsam of souls that it slowly ground into ectoplasm. They didn't know from where many came and less of the human context therein as few enterprising planar explorers had the wherewithal to survive the black storm should they find themselves inside it. So when it spoke it did speak mandarin to a degree. Old mandarin. Their knowledge of distant languages while often passable was often several hundred to thousands of years lacking. They simply hadn't been possessed by anyone that spoke a modern copy yet.
Dusty old mandarin words had a crinkled cadence cobbled together from ramblings of the broken and crazed as they were, ((Within the Almanac is inscribed a language named Mandarin.))
The Jinhai continued in english with its measured indifference to the query, their nature, or the implication that they were tasked to kill deities in whole, "Psionics is the name humankind gave to energy-based life manufactured inside human thoughtforms often temporary in nature to self-destruct in service of Humankind's needs. Myrkul's Vein is a name created by Humankind for a psionic overbeing ascended into self-perpetuation to protect the necropolis of the Fallen Emperor to ensure by His dictum that Diefic control over Humankind be broken. Myrkul's Vein remains in Genesis as it may cause damage to Humankind for it to attempt existing near a planetoid's crust."
Dusty old mandarin words had a crinkled cadence cobbled together from ramblings of the broken and crazed as they were, ((Within the Almanac is inscribed a language named Mandarin.))
The Jinhai continued in english with its measured indifference to the query, their nature, or the implication that they were tasked to kill deities in whole, "Psionics is the name humankind gave to energy-based life manufactured inside human thoughtforms often temporary in nature to self-destruct in service of Humankind's needs. Myrkul's Vein is a name created by Humankind for a psionic overbeing ascended into self-perpetuation to protect the necropolis of the Fallen Emperor to ensure by His dictum that Diefic control over Humankind be broken. Myrkul's Vein remains in Genesis as it may cause damage to Humankind for it to attempt existing near a planetoid's crust."
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*feels a slight tremor of energy*
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Aneres Coreveon wasn't dressed as obscurely as she would have liked to believe. The shimmering white kimono-style overlayer embroidered with golden moons down the sleeves, the long-hemmed fringe coming to rest just above the hemline of golden bell-bottoms. Beneath was a plain white top. A golden chain poked out from the collar but the rest of it was tucked beneath the shirt.
There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.
Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.
"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.
There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.
Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.
"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.
"Bristol, very nice to meet you," Aneres extended her own hand and delicately gripped his. She frowned upon hearing that he didn't know what it was either.
"I am Aneres, as I prefer to be called," She regally addressed Bristol with a smile, "Princess of Aurealas. A pleasure to meet you. Is that what brings you here? Looking for the source of the disturbance? I will admit I haven't felt it anywhere else but here."
One of her Over's coughed. She rolled her eyes. They were always concerned she would reveal too much. Aneres had yet to do so.
"I am Aneres, as I prefer to be called," She regally addressed Bristol with a smile, "Princess of Aurealas. A pleasure to meet you. Is that what brings you here? Looking for the source of the disturbance? I will admit I haven't felt it anywhere else but here."
One of her Over's coughed. She rolled her eyes. They were always concerned she would reveal too much. Aneres had yet to do so.
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Ha. That's my problem too. Where you tryna get to?
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Ha. See you, man. I gotta go somewhere.
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