Ah yes, my favourite anime.
If I were a principal, I would never cancel Woohoo School. Kids in the present day require more cheerful onomatopoeia in their lives.
xxxxx xxxxxLike a clock, he was back. Like a bird, she returned. The young boy, whose thoughts would provoke the mightiest world-stretching deeds through time and space, and whose vectors lay like vespers across an ocean, held his mind to the bright sun and relished in the renewal of a limitless spring. His eyes were closed and he saw only darkness. The primordial waters of creation ebbed in their soothing warmth around his toes, through his fingers, riding currents and dancing around his arms and legs and enclosing him in the hand of womb-like contentment. He saw nothing, but felt all, and as if in direct contrast to his stringent sense of logic, what only existed for him in this universe was feeling. That is, until he heard the call of an old wind among his ear, and opened his eyes. The young girl, whose voice sent laments and sweet serenades to the infinite stars in heaven, who would dance and churn in her gavottes around the artificial and the organic to combine these worlds and thus unite what pasts lay in her shattered thought, answered the voiceless whisper of the maiden towards the great coffee house, and with a haste that cracked the droplets of rain hanging upon her heart, moved with a sylph-like swiftness of serpentine step to relay her own rallying cry of reality. She knew very well that this reality was not a reality that existed, and her prophetic arias were to be heard by those trapped within this Allegory of the Cave. That is, at the point when she entered the small store, and opened her mouth, happy to relive these memories back in her own body -- once again whole, not again in fragments and pieces like it would soon be in the far future. --- { sein und zeit :: in search of lost time } --- And as he opened his eyes, the harbour wave of realization washed over him. What was this feeling; this primordial sea that wafted around him in a warm slowness? Cherno realized that out of all places, he was back in the hot spring. The warm water tickled and waltzed around the tips of his toes, and the thick steam clouded around him like bees to honey. Cherno stretched out a reddened hand, away from the sea and towards the cold winds, and the frozen mountain air mingled with the warmth of his trembling fingers. This-- This was-- They-- were they back? Could they be back? Cherno widened his eyes. It was as if he was given another chance. This was the day he forgot everything, and here-- here he was. He gulped. Hold it together, Cherno. Here he was, and he knew. But ... but that meant ... Cherno shot up, the warm spring water cascading and falling around him, as if at that very moment a great marine beast rose from its throne within the dormant sea. He could save them. She could save them. Ahahaha. What was it that the other one used to say? He wanted to save everyone. Save everyone? She would ponder at night how far he would truly go. Would that be for the best? Nonsense, nonsense. She had always been a cowardly girl, hadn't she? Well of course, this was her chance, and she wouldn't let it go in the least. Ishmael Coffee wasn't her sort of locale. As she entered the stout brick cube, with its rustic letters and wooden signs, the wasp-like, biting scent of coffee beans struck her nostrils with a sharp intensity. Aaack. She would have to get through this quickly. Off on the table sat the others. And-- And-- For a split moment, her eyes widened. Her hand, white in nervousness, white in fear, white from gripping tightly to her large purse, trembled. It was a small movement, almost unnoticeable, and for a split second, but in this time, the voice of her heart had been hit with the crack of thunder. Miss Sario and Ben. In the flesh. They were-- This truly was-- Was-- Ah ... why, why was she at a loss of words? Olivia, you were always good with speaking. Why were would acting like this? Foolish girl! Stay calm, now. Olivia smiled a cunning smile as she met the eyes of her Brookridge friends. All healthy. All seemingly running their lives as course, as they would on this particular month ... unknowing of the future, and what was to happen ... With an extreme quiet within the coffeeshop upon her arrival, her loud steps beat against the mahogany floor as she slid over to the table and brought out her purse ... Cherno's hands were shaking. His wet fingers slid gently across his phone. Uuuugh. It was getting cold. His legs rattled and shivered, a towel roughly slung around his waist, with the drip-drip of the water echoing through the quiet spring. And there it was, the text. The familiar text. Fuck. Fuck. He was about to cry. He was about to fucking cry and how long had it fucking been god fucking dammit why was this happening what the fuck was going on ... And John too ... and-- and the others ... Cherno clenched his teeth ... Olivia slammed the book loudly on the table. Viola, flying by her shoulder, let out a chirp before landing upon the book. It was one of her favourites, brought over from the Brookridge Library. Corner shelf, seventh floor. An old tome, that was an anthology of some of the best literary works she had ever read. She tapped the cover, and winked up at Miss Sario, before taking her seat between dear Ben and the foolish malchik. Did they remember anything? She would surely find out soon enough. Olivia closed her eyes and opened her mouth, her voice gentle and silvery. Oh, how she missed her very own dulcet tones ... "It is a pleasure to see all of you ... again! Now, I hope you do not mind my bringing of this book, perhaps it may help. All of you should take a look at this when you can, I should say." She sighed and closed her eyes. "It is a very good read, and it certainly ... defines our current predicament." She gently nudged malchik with her elbow. "But we should begin soon, please, unless we are waiting for anyone else, may we perhaps discuss what is on your mind, Miss Sario?" She would try and comment often, but a little at a time, like poor old Cherno. He would try and text often, but a little at a time, like poor old -- Ah. He still was unable to remember the name of that girl. The one-- the one in the strange laboratory. Did it still exist? It was-- ah, Cherno-- just send the damn text already, and stop distracting yourself. He sent it, and almost dropped his phone. ... Ah ... Where was she? Where was her room? John? Where was John? Was he here? He wanted to bump into somebody; anybody. Cherno wrapped the towel tighter around his waist and quickly ran towards the other structures of the springs. Was ... was this really happening? Was ... was this really happening? Of course it was, Olivia. You would have to stay calm in this situation, even if it was certainly a challenge. She gently rapped her fingers against her lap below the table, calmly waiting on Miss Sario. Let it be hoped that a few others here recalled the timeline to come. Let's hope that some of the others -- please, anyone that he bumped into -- would remember the timeline to come. They were all the souls of the rain, and their voices were a chorus of the future. They could change things. They were the Being that existed in the heart of the future. They were all like points on a line that extended past a grid into infinity; a vector, with a never-reaching limit, or an asymptote that would fly forward into the future of their Time. Because, of course, she would be Being. and he would be Time.
[/url] TUMBLRxxx LOGICxxx VECTOR TIMExxx INTERACTIONxxx MENTAL HEALTH MEMORY Oh what the fuck. Cherno groggily woke up from his accidental nap. So much for going to the meeting. Why was he napping? What was the point of even answering that question? What was the point of all of this? Something had happened at the school and he didn't want to hear about it right now. Where were all of his friends? Ah ... He felt lonely on these few days. It was as if he lost the motivation to even attend class. As if a dreadful shadow rested upon his shoulders if he discovered the truth about the school's incident. Ugh. But now there was a bang off in the distance, as if a volcano erupted. He tried feeling around for his phone, and gently picked it up from the old mahogany chair it sat upon, unhooking the airship sphere from its side-chain.
I do not ship you. I ship qurl and Kyoko and you and thighs.
Cherno woke up and read the email from Theodore and decided to pack his things to visit the meeting before his waking self slowly dawned upon his conscience that people had died. People had died. (and his puppeteer would make a more detailed post later tonight)
Olivia drifted back to sleep next to Elliot's pillow because her puppeteer's entire evening would be preoccupied without access to the forum.
Olivia awoke quickly and realizing she was a bird again needed to take time to process her thoughts. That was at the moment where she realized she had settled to sleeping nestled by Elliot's back. W-what? How did-- ...
Putting the winter in nuclear winter. Stay safe, sir.
I kiss buoys. My friends say my mouth smells like seawater and the coast guard have to constantly drag me away from them.
Long ago, Clawthecyclops' school was filled with peace and harmony. But everything changed when the fire nation attacked.
Cherno could not think properly through all of this. He ambled off and went to his room to sleep, trying not to say a word. The feeling of the warm blankets was a relaxing experience. Olivia perched on Elliot's shoulder and tried resting herself in Viola's body. Her circuitry slowed accordingly to the point that she was asleep. She would be spending the night in his room.
A very happy celebration of continued existence to your very own self, Dinny! I hope that you enjoy the Dick that Midnight has given you.
"..." xxxxxxOlivia opened her eyes. She lay resting upon the metal casket, silently looking at the stars. Everything seemed so large to her. The sky and its infinite points of light. The metal box, almost like an island. She turned her head very slightly. There was the column in which she was held. Once a bright marble white, it had turned completely black upon the removal of her consciousness. She could barely move for the moment. Where was Cherno? Did he collapse? Oh-- oh dear. Olivia lifted a wing. Her voice called through the void, canned and recorded, played through Viola's speakers. If she were in her own body, tears would have been falling down her cheeks. But no. She was in the body of her deceased friend. Trapped, and only able to keep the emotions to herself until the time came. Oh ... how terrible her voice must sound through this ... "Malchik." "Malchik."
[/url] TUMBLRxxx LOGICxxx VECTOR TIMExxx INTERACTIONxxx MENTAL HEALTH MEMORY Damn. The room certainly caught Cherno off guard. Compared to the enormous structures popping about this facility -- most of which the girl said consisted only as a small part of this enormous place -- and all of its brutalist forests of technological functionalism, what was inside this room could almost be considered a thing of beauty. Gone were the concrete walls, gone were the blue veins that lined the facility, gone were the sparks of electricity and the brief glimpses of strange robotic works, gone was everything that could be considered a part of a sinister laboratory corporate conspiracy, and what was left was sheer beauty, as if the two boys had stepped onto the set of a movie. { ILP }◉ LEVEL THREE ◉{ merak-94030: entrance to megrez } The floor had disappeared. What was left was a soft, calm surface -- like a pond, or an immense puddle that seemed to continue on towards infinity wherever Cherno turned. When Cherno placed his feet upon this surface, he realized that he could walk on this water. His footstep produced small ripples that gently moved away from his boot before slowly collapsing into the limitless nothingness. This thin, watery surface reflected the light of the stars above. Billions of them littered a dark blue sky, and they danced around in their scintillating attire with the familiar bands of galaxies and far-off clusters. It was as if he was peering directly into the very mind of the cosmos, and yet, his only interaction with these stars would be stepping upon their reflections. The room was more like an infinite space -- one that continued in all directions, and bore no walls nor a ceiling. The door simply opened into the space, and was held up only by its frame -- for behind it, the vast, sparkling ocean continued onward. Was it an illusion? Were they actually inside the facility? The beauty of the void struck Cherno with immaculate awe. There were two objects, far off in the distance, whose jagged outlines broke the serenity of the scene before them. Oh? Cherno stepped forward, carefully and gently lowering his foot. The minute he set it down upon the water, ripples and waves bounded out and shattered the water's starry mirror, if only for a brief moment. But he did not fall. He did not slip. The water seemed as firm as the concrete and metal floors he had stepped upon within the facility. He slowly moved forward, through the expanse of the sea of stars. Each and every footstep of his sent out ripples that briefly broke apart the starry mirror, before settling into the void. As he grew closer to the objects, he turned his back towards the scalpel boy and beckoned him to come forward. Before him, the two jagged outlines turned into two objects he wouldn't expect to see in such a place. The first was a large, white column. Swirly decals, volutes, and indents covered its sides with geometric precision, and it seemed almost inhuman in its perfect construction. It reminded Cherno of the familiar marble pillars that littered Italian Renaissance architecture. In front of the pillar was a solid aluminum box. Aluminum box? It was almost like a casket, floating along in the water. A small bird-- a dove-- lay resting and dormant upon it. Its white feathers were splayed across the metal in all sorts of chaotic patterns, and some plumage had even fallen to the watery surface below, floating delicately among the stars. But that wasn't what made Cherno's eyes widen. What surprised him was the fact that the bird had one of its eyes replaced with something that looked almost robotic. The bird looked dead. Was it dead? What was it even doing here? Suddenly, a voice boomed all around them. The water did not flinch from the sound, as if it was simply in his head. As if he was being talked to by some sort of deity, and yet it came from all throughout this void. "I am glad we could finally meet in person, Mr. Plume. This is my room. The one in which I have been held. It, coincidentally, serves as the entrance point to the rest of the facility. Megrez Sector, they call it, and the very same sector where I was taken. Please do not touch the aluminum box. Malchik will handle that." xxxxxxWait. What? "I know you look confused, ahaha. But this is part of what they may do to the ... unfortunate." xxxxxxHer voice was different. It wasn't as playful anymore. It was filled with discontent and worry. Especially with the word "unfortunate". Cherno looked towards the box. Was she ... "You are correct.I am as much of a lab rat as anyone else who faces these problems. Now please, touch this white column so we can escape quickly. I do have people to confront, after all ..." xxxxxxWas she lying? She couldn't be-- she-- what. This was all so confusing.Cherno slowly walked over to the white pillar and placed a palm upon its cold surface. It was like smooth marble. "A simple touch by a subject of Project Damocles will suffice.It will be enough to remove my consciousness from this neural terminal and into the most useful object available. So please, hold out your other hand to the bird." xxxxxx Cherno did as he was told. He-- he did not want to ask anymore questions. Fucking hell. This had all left him so grumpy. All of it. First the e-mail, now whatever the hell was going on here. This girl had her mind trapped in the entire structure of the facility, or something? No wonder she was able to do this. "Where is your body?" Cherno brought his hand closer to the bird. "I haven't a clue. It may very well be in the aluminum box, but I am unsure.That is why malchik must handle it for me.Unless you mean my new body. Viola is ... gone. I knew this day would happen, so I must take her mantle upon my own soul for now." xxxxxxSo it was true. Her voice kept stumbling and faltering. Was this what Project Damocles was going to do? Influence and brainwash the children of the Academy, and in failing to do so, forcibly place their minds within the computer structure of the facility itself? Ah ... Cherno felt nauseous. He really, really did not wish to live on this planet anymore. He touched the wing tip of the silent dove upon the aluminum casket and-- FUCK. Ahahahaha. Why are you doing this? Why do you want to stress yourself through all of this nonsense anymore? Is it because of the game? You know you want to win, so why risk your life for all of this anymore? Cherno was struck by an electric shock. His finger slipped away from the bird, and he blacked out, falling to the water with a soft splash that sent ripples in all directions, breaking apart the mirror of the stars.
Out of the enormous amount of music in our society, this music has the most swag by far: Spoiler [video]
[/url] TUMBLRxxx LOGICxxx VECTOR TIMExxx INTERACTIONxxx MENTAL HEALTH MEMORY { ILP }◉ LEVEL ONE ◉{ merak sector } After Elliot had woken up, the girl did not hesitate in telling the two boys much of which there was to know -- interspersed with mildly mocking comments here and there. Cherno tried gathering what information he could. What was known was that Project Damocles was a big thing. Very big. It was a way for this little corporation to condition and control the students of the Academy through all sorts of subtle ways. But the girl was not sure how exactly they were doing it, yet. She also claimed that these children were being conditioned to support a giant project called LOGOSTIGMA. But like the details of Project Damocles, she had little idea what LOGOSTIGMA actually was. What seemed just as important to Cherno, however, was the fact that this girl knew some things about his past. The train ride seemed very long, and painted a picture of exactly how enormous this facility was. Although the girl expressed some sort of concern over possible "attacks" in the second sector, they breezed by without a hitch, escaping a few close calls. When they reached the final sector, a large, cavernous series of metallic "shelves" with tunnels in all directions, the train stopped, the doors opened, and the two boys were able to step out. Directly in front of them was a door, a small one, with the familiar lines of blue light adorning its thick metal in simple patterns. " Open the door, malchik. I'm in here, but not as you may know. When we get out, I need to confront a few people on this. And we have to be careful. But I also require your help -- if that is even possible -- in ... repairs, as one may say."
(sobbing on the inside because nobody in the Spam Zone understands my jokes in 2013 anymore)
I was never aware you were dating John Simm.
