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Damned human children came by my hivve today, asking wwhy my,Ā āhouseā as they so rudely put it, wwas on the beach all of a sudden. I told them it had alwways been there, and it wwill alwways be there, and they should go and do wwhatevver it is small humans do.
I can already tell this planet wwill provve...taxing.
eridans going to teach me magic~ >:3c
Teach has implications that insinuate Iāll be riddling you wwith spells and sacred wwords.
Iām...damn, howw can I describe it? Itās sort of lighting a fire, or unlocking a gate. Iām wworking to present you wwith the same sort of revvelation that I receivved in the ancient temple swweeps ago.
radioactivewxtch:
One moment Jade was standing still, clinging to the straps of her backpack of necessities and the next she felt thrown forward. Everything around her was twisted and bright and she was having a bit of a hard time comprehending it all, she almost stopped moving again just to try and take it all in before Eridanās words ring in her head. Donāt stop moving forward.Ā Right! She had to move! Jade picks up her feet, one by one, sprinting forward, she even closes her eyes to keep from getting distracted.
After a while, it feels so much longer than that, her foot lands on a different sort of surface, not even a moment later her body crashes into another and she bounces back, falling onto her ass.Ā āFUCK!ā
A bounding girl in motion was certainly enough to knock him from the entrancing nature of channeling gates, echoing her obscenity as he stumbled, very well near flat on his back. He brushed at the white cloak he wore and straightened himself out, looking back down to the human with wide, intense eyes.
There was a silence as he rushed toward her, pulling her up and holding her in his arms as he hugged her firmly to him. He just wanted to make sure it was truly her, that she was there in his hive with him once more.
āAre you alright?ā
@radioactivewxtch
After receiving explicit permission, the seadweller clasped his hands together, eyes rolling back and lids falling shut as a trance was achieved. Within this state, he followed various tethers of light that he found bound to him, examining their strange directions and resistance to the laws of nature and physics.
Once one of a certain shade of green intertwined with that of his own rather violet hue was in sight, a raised hand tapped it, beginning to utter an incantation that continued, only to be interrupted by whatever physical contact he was to receive upon her arrival.
Oh, no, Iām on Earth.
Stop Crossing, Stop Crossing Now. I Said, S--
Somewhere in the multiverse, on a remote beach in the Pacific Northwest, a strange house has landed.
Or, more specifically, a hive.
While the place had been shaken, with books and papers fallen to the floor and clouds of dust hanging in the air, the aged timber that framed and shaped the dwelling were unharmed.
āFuck me...ā Eridan spoke allowed, having collapsed in the midst of his attempt to stop to scout out for a proper place to settle. It looked like the hive had decided on its own. What had been done, had been done.
And Eridan smiled, both glad that he was alive, and proud that he totally, absolutely had that in the bag the entire time, and that he most certainly didnāt fringe near a zero state.
He was alive. And now, he had to make sure everyone he loved was, too.
Crossing of Oblivion
Having finally mastered the ability to reposition himself throughout the span of existence, Eridan reckoned it was finally time to put the next logical step into motion-- relocating himself and his hive entirely.
With the flight of one too many ally, and realizing that his own path had begun to draw him toward destinies elsewhere, the seadweller had begun to seclude himself more than usual. He hunted from planet to planet, old temples and forgotten spires belonging to eccentric alchemists and sages long since lost. The ability to shift not only himself, but a great deal of material across planes was something spoken of, but only to be performed in great necessity and by those with exceptional skill.
He figured heād at the very least try.
As his lengthy, ring clad fingers traced the engravings heād carved into the floorboards, he allowed a white dust to fall from his grasp as well as a muttering of ancient and unknowable words.Ā
Then, light began to change-- paying no heed to direction or source, it appeared all around, casting impossible arrays of shadows all around, before being chased off by further waves of radiance. A look to the window would show that the outside world had gone, only the massive colorscape Eridan knew to be the space beyond space.
And where his hive once stood, there only stood an abandoned, barren, lonesome isle, left at the mercy of a hurricane.
geneticmanipulationandkittens replied to your post: Thereā¦I finally havve the last I need for this. ...
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Iāll explain wwhen Iām done. Or, you can look through my journals in my obliterated hivve if I really fuck this up.
nemaeus replied to your post: Thereā¦I finally havve the last I need for this. ...
What?
Iām almost one hundred percent positivve I knoww wwhat Iām doing.
There...I finally havve the last I need for this.
If you nevver hear of me again, assume Iām dead. Otherwwise, disregard this entirely.
Wwell if this isnāt just fantastic.
Wwonderful. I get lost in a God damned trans-dimensional fluctuation that vvery wwell couldāve fractured the multivverse into wwho knoww howw many different bits and bobbles of bad newws, and noww I come hivve to a decrepit mess.
And my matesprit is gone.
maroonbloodedbitch:
She laughed before looking at his outfit. She couldnāt help but grin and shake her head.Ā āYou donāt have to at all. Hard at work?ā
The idea of Eridan being dressed down like this, was nice to her and almost tempted her to change her own clothes, but that would require her to head back to Felt Manor, and that was more work for the moment.
āHave you eaten though? If not, I just need to be shown where the kitchen is and where things are in the kitchen. Got to keep up your health you know?ā
Eridan smiled and shook his head, looking down to his stomach,Ā āI thank you, but youāll be glad to knoww Iāvve been eatinā much better, you neednāt wworry. As for wwork, you could say that. just been keepinā myself busy, really.ā He looked down for a moment as he raked his mind for how best to proceed. There was no fear, but heād certainly be lying if she still wasnāt intimidating.
āHm. Here, followw me.ā His arm linked with hers, leading the woman along to his study, where he promptly sat her down on the couch behind his armchair at the desk. He turned the chair around and come down onto it, crossing his legs as he looked over to her,Ā āSorry, I rarely play host to guests these days. Wwhenevver Jade has guests I tend to stay in my quarters for the most part.āĀ
His eyes trailed off, looking deep into the middle distance as he grew quiet.
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Handmaid sighed as she cut yet another conversations with the horrorterrors on a plan that her little bluejay asked her to help with. She had a headache, but she couldnāt put off going to her master because of bad convos and annoying eldritch beings.Ā
Carefully fixing herself, she fixed her hair, reapplied her makeup and put on a simple black dress for today. She then sent Eridan a message with a warning that she was heading over before grabbing a bag off her bed and heading out of her room.
Down the stairs and onto the transportalizer, Handy was off to see Eridan, and spend a proper two weeks with him.
Most of his earlier day had been spent in a deep sense of contemplation-- the seadweller sat hunched over a pile of texts, one hand taking notes in his notebook while the other traces over each word. Unless his primary occupation had work, this was often how he spent his days. The sound of someone entering his hive via a teleporter wasnāt unfamiliar; Eridan stood from his chair, glancing back and headed down to the first floor, where he noticed the Handmaidās presence. Aside from a pair of white lounge pants with matching slippers, as well as an untied ankle-length robe, he was undressed. He offered a smile, glancing down to note his tattooed physique was exposed.
His response was to merely glance back to her, clearing his throat,Ā āI, uh. I donāt havve to get dressed for you, right?ā
Alright, Iām done regulating the oceanic population. God, has it been a day...
Re-blog if you're accepting anonymous asks from anyone about anything.
Iām going to go kill some wwhales until this headache goes awway.
