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@lost-to-the-timeless
De pulvere venisti et in pulverem reverteris.
Rules of the Timeless:
Do not stare into the eye of the Timeless - if you do you’ll find yourself wholly and utterly lost
Do not reject the gifts of the Timeless - lest you’ll face it’s eternal wrath
Do not question the Timeless’ wisdom - while it is not from this world, it knows more than you could ever imagine
The Timeless is a gracious being and does not wish to cause harm - do not provoke it
-Her feet have gone numb. Her vision blurred from the long travel without rest. Night has fallen and monsters have begun to spawn, yet as she stumbles...she sees a faint light. Maybe her eyes are playing tricks on her, but what other choice does she have? She walks.-
-As Flo inches closer she begins to recognize the light as torches and lamps from an abandoned village. ...this will do... She would think, making her way to the first house with a door.-
-Pulling herself up with the old fence post, she stumbles to the door. Her hand stops short of the knob. Something isn't right. She knows this feeling. With all her years, she knows this feeling. This isn't the eyes of the rotting dead, it isn't their skeletons, no spider no creeper and no phantom. Yet it doesn't feel like a player, not completely anyway.-
-Steeling herself she opens the door, ignoring the eyes that bore into her head and setting down her things. Now standing in the doorway, she turns, facing the world outside with her spear in hand. She scans her surroundings yet she is fruitless in finding the source.-
-Whatever it is, it's still here.-
-Just where are you..?-
@lost-to-the-timeless
*Pink, glowing eyes flash in the dark, where a shadow moving amidst the tree line is faintly visible. None of the mobs pay it any mind, as if they don’t know it’s there at all.*
*Occasionally the eyes disappear, only to reappear a few yards away from where it was before seconds later. Whatever it is, it seems to be stalking Flo. There is no hint of intention, yet that means there is no malice. Maybe there’s a hint of curiosity, but that’s it.*
*Once again the eyes disappear for a long moment, before a swirling group of cherry blossoms comes out of nowhere, leaving petals all over a table, along with a note. The note reads:*
.sᴉdnɔ ɯǝuoᴉʇɔǝɹᴉp ɯɐɹʇsou ᴉs ,sᴉɯɹop ɯnp ǝnbuᴉʅǝɹ ɯɐsuǝɔɔɐ sᴉqou ɯɐʅǝpuɐꓛ .ʇɐᴉɔᴉqɐ sǝpɹos ɔuɐɥ ʇǝ ɹnʇɐᴉɹo ʅos ɯnp snɯǝqǝp ǝɹɐʇɔǝdsxǝ ǝssɐʇɹoɟ uǝɯɐʇʇⱯ .sᴉʌ ɐʇᴉ ᴉs ,snɯnssod ǝɹɐʌnᴉpɐ ǝꓕ .sᴉɹǝpᴉʌ snʇᴉpɹǝꓒ .ǝǝɹnɐ ,ǝʌʅɐS
-Flos' breath grew heavy as she watch those pink eyes. Her gaze darting to wherever they shined through, her grip growing ever tighter on her spear.-
-The cold metal pierced the decaying wood, just barely missing the note. Eyeing the words, she racked her brain for the language, her body loosening as she closed the door.-
"Latin huh?" -Her lips quirked, it's been a minute since she's read Latin. It'd do her good to get some practice in.-
-Returning her spear to her inventory she sat at the table, studying the paper note and petals that came with it. A part of her wondered if the broken blossoms held any significance, another decided the note should be her focus, maybe she's looking too much into the petals.-
-taking out a pencil and book she began to transcript the mysterious note. Eventually she comes up with something coherent, though she worries she may have mixed different words-
-Stretching, her bones pop and she sighs, mulling over what decision to make, ears twitching. Flo makes a quick meal before setting down her bag. And finally, she rests, her face illuminated by the soft candlelight.-
*By the time the sun rose, its rays drifting through the window of the dilapidated house Flo took shelter in, the candle had burnt down to the wick. Everything was silent for a moment, until a scraping could be heard from the front door.*
*Once again, in a flurry of petals, another note appears. The little note has more flourishes on it than the other one did, as if the one who wrote it got bored and doodled. It reads as follows:*
.ʇǝuos ɯnʅnɔᴉpᴉɹ sᴉʌɯɐnb ,ɯnɹʇsou ɯɐpsonb ʇᴉpuǝɟɟo ɯɐu ,sɐǝqᴉɥoɔ sǝʇod ɯnʇuɐnb ɯɐnʇ ɯǝʇɐʇᴉʅnpǝɹɔuᴉ ʇn ǝʇ snɯɐᵷoꓤ .snᴉʅǝɯ oǝ ,ɹnɯᴉpǝɹᵷoɹd snᴉʇᴉɔ onb oᵷɹǝ ,oɹʇsou oᴉʅᴉxnɐ ǝuᴉs sᴉqᴉsuɐɹʇ sɐǝ ɹǝd uoN .ǝɐuᵷᴉʅɐɯ ʇǝ ǝɐɔᴉᵷɐɯ ,ǝɐɹᴉɯ ʇuns ɯnɔoʅ ɔunɥ ɐɔɹᴉɔ ǝɐʌʅᴉS .ǝssǝ ɯnʅos ǝʇ snɯᴉɔs ʇǝ ǝssǝ ɯnʇᴉpɹǝd ǝʇ snɯᴉʇuǝS .snʌɐʅɟ soʅɟ ,ǝpuǝʅds ʇǝ ǝᵷɹnS
*The scraping sound comes again, this time a bit more impatient. The sound of a hoof scraping against wood can be heard for a moment, then it goes silent, as if waiting.*
-Flo, who had already been up and eating a quick breakfast, swiftly read the note—acknowledging the noise from outside. Finishing her meal she packed her bag, stuffing the note and some petals in her pocket.-
-no sooner that she was out the door did she come face to face with the owner of the notes, and presumably the scraping sounds-
-She smiled, warm and bright, eyes crinkling,- "Hello, I suppose there's quite the journey ahead? As you said in your note, it's best we move swiftly, yes?"
*The creature before Flo was strange. It looked similar to a red deer, yet its coat was a pink-toned brown and its antlers were like the branches of a cherry tree, the blooms dotting along them. It also was a bit larger, its face higher than hers while standing.*
*It bows its head to her and closes its eyes in a gesture of trust, their pink glow making it clear that this was the thing watching her the night before. It glances around briefly before snorting and pawing at the ground with its hoof.*
*It then jerks its head in the direction of the forest, where a particularly gnarled willow tree can be seen. It wants her to follow, for her own sake.*
-Her feet have gone numb. Her vision blurred from the long travel without rest. Night has fallen and monsters have begun to spawn, yet as she stumbles...she sees a faint light. Maybe her eyes are playing tricks on her, but what other choice does she have? She walks.-
-As Flo inches closer she begins to recognize the light as torches and lamps from an abandoned village. ...this will do... She would think, making her way to the first house with a door.-
-Pulling herself up with the old fence post, she stumbles to the door. Her hand stops short of the knob. Something isn't right. She knows this feeling. With all her years, she knows this feeling. This isn't the eyes of the rotting dead, it isn't their skeletons, no spider no creeper and no phantom. Yet it doesn't feel like a player, not completely anyway.-
-Steeling herself she opens the door, ignoring the eyes that bore into her head and setting down her things. Now standing in the doorway, she turns, facing the world outside with her spear in hand. She scans her surroundings yet she is fruitless in finding the source.-
-Whatever it is, it's still here.-
-Just where are you..?-
@lost-to-the-timeless
*Pink, glowing eyes flash in the dark, where a shadow moving amidst the tree line is faintly visible. None of the mobs pay it any mind, as if they don’t know it’s there at all.*
*Occasionally the eyes disappear, only to reappear a few yards away from where it was before seconds later. Whatever it is, it seems to be stalking Flo. There is no hint of intention, yet that means there is no malice. Maybe there’s a hint of curiosity, but that’s it.*
*Once again the eyes disappear for a long moment, before a swirling group of cherry blossoms comes out of nowhere, leaving petals all over a table, along with a note. The note reads:*
.sᴉdnɔ ɯǝuoᴉʇɔǝɹᴉp ɯɐɹʇsou ᴉs ,sᴉɯɹop ɯnp ǝnbuᴉʅǝɹ ɯɐsuǝɔɔɐ sᴉqou ɯɐʅǝpuɐꓛ .ʇɐᴉɔᴉqɐ sǝpɹos ɔuɐɥ ʇǝ ɹnʇɐᴉɹo ʅos ɯnp snɯǝqǝp ǝɹɐʇɔǝdsxǝ ǝssɐʇɹoɟ uǝɯɐʇʇⱯ .sᴉʌ ɐʇᴉ ᴉs ,snɯnssod ǝɹɐʌnᴉpɐ ǝꓕ .sᴉɹǝpᴉʌ snʇᴉpɹǝꓒ .ǝǝɹnɐ ,ǝʌʅɐS
-Flos' breath grew heavy as she watch those pink eyes. Her gaze darting to wherever they shined through, her grip growing ever tighter on her spear.-
-The cold metal pierced the decaying wood, just barely missing the note. Eyeing the words, she racked her brain for the language, her body loosening as she closed the door.-
"Latin huh?" -Her lips quirked, it's been a minute since she's read Latin. It'd do her good to get some practice in.-
-Returning her spear to her inventory she sat at the table, studying the paper note and petals that came with it. A part of her wondered if the broken blossoms held any significance, another decided the note should be her focus, maybe she's looking too much into the petals.-
-taking out a pencil and book she began to transcript the mysterious note. Eventually she comes up with something coherent, though she worries she may have mixed different words-
-Stretching, her bones pop and she sighs, mulling over what decision to make, ears twitching. Flo makes a quick meal before setting down her bag. And finally, she rests, her face illuminated by the soft candlelight.-
*By the time the sun rose, its rays drifting through the window of the dilapidated house Flo took shelter in, the candle had burnt down to the wick. Everything was silent for a moment, until a scraping could be heard from the front door.*
*Once again, in a flurry of petals, another note appears. The little note has more flourishes on it than the other one did, as if the one who wrote it got bored and doodled. It reads as follows:*
.ʇǝuos ɯnʅnɔᴉpᴉɹ sᴉʌɯɐnb ,ɯnɹʇsou ɯɐpsonb ʇᴉpuǝɟɟo ɯɐu ,sɐǝqᴉɥoɔ sǝʇod ɯnʇuɐnb ɯɐnʇ ɯǝʇɐʇᴉʅnpǝɹɔuᴉ ʇn ǝʇ snɯɐᵷoꓤ .snᴉʅǝɯ oǝ ,ɹnɯᴉpǝɹᵷoɹd snᴉʇᴉɔ onb oᵷɹǝ ,oɹʇsou oᴉʅᴉxnɐ ǝuᴉs sᴉqᴉsuɐɹʇ sɐǝ ɹǝd uoN .ǝɐuᵷᴉʅɐɯ ʇǝ ǝɐɔᴉᵷɐɯ ,ǝɐɹᴉɯ ʇuns ɯnɔoʅ ɔunɥ ɐɔɹᴉɔ ǝɐʌʅᴉS .ǝssǝ ɯnʅos ǝʇ snɯᴉɔs ʇǝ ǝssǝ ɯnʇᴉpɹǝd ǝʇ snɯᴉʇuǝS .snʌɐʅɟ soʅɟ ,ǝpuǝʅds ʇǝ ǝᵷɹnS
*The scraping sound comes again, this time a bit more impatient. The sound of a hoof scraping against wood can be heard for a moment, then it goes silent, as if waiting.*
-Her feet have gone numb. Her vision blurred from the long travel without rest. Night has fallen and monsters have begun to spawn, yet as she stumbles...she sees a faint light. Maybe her eyes are playing tricks on her, but what other choice does she have? She walks.-
-As Flo inches closer she begins to recognize the light as torches and lamps from an abandoned village. ...this will do... She would think, making her way to the first house with a door.-
-Pulling herself up with the old fence post, she stumbles to the door. Her hand stops short of the knob. Something isn't right. She knows this feeling. With all her years, she knows this feeling. This isn't the eyes of the rotting dead, it isn't their skeletons, no spider no creeper and no phantom. Yet it doesn't feel like a player, not completely anyway.-
-Steeling herself she opens the door, ignoring the eyes that bore into her head and setting down her things. Now standing in the doorway, she turns, facing the world outside with her spear in hand. She scans her surroundings yet she is fruitless in finding the source.-
-Whatever it is, it's still here.-
-Just where are you..?-
@lost-to-the-timeless
*Pink, glowing eyes flash in the dark, where a shadow moving amidst the tree line is faintly visible. None of the mobs pay it any mind, as if they don’t know it’s there at all.*
*Occasionally the eyes disappear, only to reappear a few yards away from where it was before seconds later. Whatever it is, it seems to be stalking Flo. There is no hint of intention, yet that means there is no malice. Maybe there’s a hint of curiosity, but that’s it.*
*Once again the eyes disappear for a long moment, before a swirling group of cherry blossoms comes out of nowhere, leaving petals all over a table, along with a note. The note reads:*
.sᴉdnɔ ɯǝuoᴉʇɔǝɹᴉp ɯɐɹʇsou ᴉs ,sᴉɯɹop ɯnp ǝnbuᴉʅǝɹ ɯɐsuǝɔɔɐ sᴉqou ɯɐʅǝpuɐꓛ .ʇɐᴉɔᴉqɐ sǝpɹos ɔuɐɥ ʇǝ ɹnʇɐᴉɹo ʅos ɯnp snɯǝqǝp ǝɹɐʇɔǝdsxǝ ǝssɐʇɹoɟ uǝɯɐʇʇⱯ .sᴉʌ ɐʇᴉ ᴉs ,snɯnssod ǝɹɐʌnᴉpɐ ǝꓕ .sᴉɹǝpᴉʌ snʇᴉpɹǝꓒ .ǝǝɹnɐ ,ǝʌʅɐS
Cum mundus te malum esse decernit, te ipsum adhuc labore assiduo, tempore, et probatione purae intentionis redimere potes. Sed cum mundus te heroem esse decernit? Impune fere omnia facere potes antequam homines te interrogare incipiant. Fortasse, si sceleratus fuisti, erunt qui tibi adhuc non confidunt, aut qui motivationes tuas omni momento interrogant, sed heroes hoc problema non habent. Omnem "sceleratum" quem aggrediuntur occidere possunt et adhuc servatores haberi. Damnum irreparabile domibus hominum inferre possunt et adhuc culpari non possunt. Haec dichotomia, nostra sententia, mirabilis est.
Ooc post
I got bored to have this humanoid version of Timeless and the Minecraft skin they would have
*The petals of cherry trees sweep throughout the lands, leaving small traces here and there. Anyone who witnesses the movement hears a voice whispering in their ear, so clear yet so distant.*
Quid agis cum ventus tecum loquitur? Cum foliorum arborum susurrus arcana tibi susurrat? Cum omnia quieta esse videntur ut veritatem occultam revelare possint?
Cum in hoc plano non erramus, in spatio inter mundos haeremus, eventa e longinquo evolvere spectantes. Quamquam tot similes nobis hoc tempore sumus, effectus quos in hoc loco habet contemplamur. Nihilominus, haeremus. Nolite nos oblivisci simpliciter quia silentium servare elegimus. Fila post scaenam texuntur quae perpauci vestrum sciunt. Scitote modo, cum maria conquiescent, omnia mutata erunt.
*It’s unclear at first, but it makes itself clear in an instant. Things are brewing. But that’s just common knowledge…*
"Currently wondering if I cut off someone's wings the surgically reattach it to someone else could they use it properly?"
*A small cherry blossom flower floats in mid-air, suspended by nothing yet remaining in place. A voice whispers on a breeze coming from nowhere in particular, soft and curious.*
“A creatura pendet, ut credimus. Quidam fortasse possent, alii... non tam. Ut ens in forma corporea tantum cum volumus, experimentum iucundum esset. Libenter nobiscum communica si umquam tale facinus tentare cupis. Vas tibi praebere possemus, si vis.”
*An iris flower made of paper appears, and along with it is a note. The more reads:*
?ʇǝnbuᴉʅǝɹ ɯnnɔɐʌ ɹǝdɯǝs ǝʇ ponb ʇsǝ ɯnʇᴉuᴉɟuᴉ ɹǝʇᴉ ɯnN ?sɐᴉʇuǝs ɯnʇɔǝɟɹǝd ǝʇ ʇn ʇᴉɹǝ sndo ᴉqᴉʇ ɐᴉʇuǝʇod ɐʇuɐnῸ .ʇɐᴉɔnɹɔ sou ɐɹʇuᴉ ɐʌᴉʌ ɐᴉuɯo ǝɐnb ʇuɐʇᴉɔxǝ ɯǝʇɐʇᴉsoᴉɹnɔ ɐnʇ ɐsnɐɔ ʇǝ nʇ ,ǝɹǝᵷᴉʅǝ sǝʇɹɐd sǝ snʇǝnssɐ uou ᴉnb ʇꓵ
?ǝuuou ,ʇuǝnʇᴉʇsqns ɯɐǝ ɯɐnbɯnu pǝs ,ʇunʅoʌ ǝɹᴉʌɹǝs ᴉqᴉʇ ᴉnb sǝɹoʇɐʇɔǝs sǝqɐH
.ɯnpuɐʌɹǝsqo pɐ snɯᴉɹǝ ɔᴉɥ ɹǝdɯǝS .ǝuuɐɹʎʇ ǝʌɹɐd ,sᴉs xɐdɐɔ sᴉuoᴉʇɐʇnɯ ɯnɹʇn ʇᴉqɐɹʇsuoɯǝp ,ʇᴉɔɐɟ ɹǝdɯǝs ʇn ,sndɯǝꓕ .ᴉxᴉp ǝʇuɐ ʇn ,sǝ ɐɹnʇɐǝɹɔ ɐsoᴉɹnɔ ,uǝɯɐʇʇⱯ .ʇuns uou pǝs ,ɹnʇuǝɹǝᵷunᴉuoɔ snɯᴉdᴉɔsns sɐnb snqᴉuoᴉʇɔɐ ɯnɔ snʇɔǝɟɟɐ ᴉs ,ʇsǝ pᴉ - ʇǝssǝ ɹopnꓒ .ɹnʇǝpᴉʌ ɐʇᴉ uoN ?sᴉᵷᴉʅʅǝʇuᴉ ɔoɥ ǝuuoN
@lost-to-the-timeless
"You.. talk a lot for someone that just randomly popped up and now is describing my life. Me. Like you know me better then i know my self. I ———— ___ its true youre right on one thing. As for how much power until i feel satisfied i dont know? How much is there to take."
*The origami flower starts to float before spinning in place. A low humming fills the air before a voice speaks, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere at the same time.*
Tam diu exsistimus quamdiu tempus fuit, quamquam hoc medium recens est. Miraberis, tyranne parve, quam facile notitia de multis generis tui praesto sit. Sollicitudinem afferret, nisi quod nobis directe prodest.
Cum dona hominibus hic mittuntur, scito id fieri ex desiderio discendi plura. Multae sunt motivationes intra has multitudines quae actiones quas observas impellunt, sed una semper erit necessitas intelligendi. Dum sapientia ad angulos huius plani existentiae diffunditur, videndum est utrum ii qui eam accipiunt crescant.
Sunt tempora cum optimum sit pedem retrocedere et tantum observare, et ea quae per tempus facta sunt, sed tandem omnia lucem vident.
Cum imaginem tuam in speculo inspicis, tremisne? Oculos avertesne? Eos claudesne? Pudebitne te eorum quae vides? An superbia fulgebis? Tempus omnibus veniet, amabisne quae vides cum tua vices advenerint?
