by Antar on January 2nd, 2012, 10:49 am
"I'd rather not if you don't mind. Besides; I always believed I was one of the few who might actually be able to change fate or prophecy!" he spat under his breath before cursing aloud in pain. The rogue would feel the sense of magic in his head, buzzing like hornets on the inside of his school. The same way all large djed use felt like to any form of mage without auristics. "Foolish woman, aren't you on the grandmother's council? It is only your right to be called Grandmother by everyone! Besides, you know very well I was adopted. But if you really want to make one less grandchild in the world, then do your best. I won't make it easy for you."
With those words, as Antar controlled the colliding djed within the orrerry artifice he allowed him the small pleasure of exuding a bit more Res from his palms this time, making it a viscous gel that was thrown towards the walls, some was pulled away in the first moments by the gravitational pull, but much of it remained to begin skirting and separating to spread upwards in balls on the ceiling,
coming to rest above the old woman. Whatever her faults, he still didn't want her to be harmed, and he honestly considered that she probably was taking things a little too far in her madness... so the gels would stay there, their bases hardening in the transmutation of stone, leaving the cores available for use later to restrain the woman. At his whim, a stalactite of earth would come down and wrap Beatrice in its embrace, choking her even unto unconsciousness as a last ditch effort for the void to close.
But not yet... such would only be the last resort of last resorts.
Noth's entire attention turned towards the djed within the shield, bouncing around like a million ping pong balls inside a lottery machine. His mind whispered to it, as his second sight began to activate. The old woman had given him a clue amidst her ramblings... Start from a single point of nothingness.
The howling wind was a distraction though, as the atmosphere of the room began to become pulled back into the gateway into nothingess. The force was so strong, the small vial of ink and quill he had used were some of the first items to be sucked in. It did not escape his notice that if he didn't find some way to appease the old bat in the next two minutes, before his grounding brace broke, he'd besucked in as well.
Whispering to the djed, thoughts of nothing, of nonfeeling, he began to weave them in a circling pattern, making a sphere of evercurrent light spiralling upon its center, trying to ensure its interaction with the very fabric of reality on the basest of levels.
Collapsing streams of magic, might cause matter around it to follow forming a pocket to the Void. Perhaps the void wasn't another plane, but merely stood side by side everything in the world. A reflection of beautiful nothingness. No matter, such thoughts were superfluos to the cause, he had to feel the truth of the Void, impart it to the djed, and let it do the work itself. At least that was the theory he possessed, he only hoped it would hold up in truth.
Like a cascading spiralling vortex, the whirling djed collapsed upon itself, and in his Auristics he could see the flickering of it's presence, being there... and then not there as his thoughts turned to complete emptiness.
He noted the vague sensation of something small striking the armor at his backside.
He ignored it.
He ignored everything,well almost everything. including the old woman, the gate into nothingness save the one he wished to call.
Perhaps it was the proximity of one void near the other, perhaps it was some internal key that unlocked a new door. Perhaps it was another reason entirely, his efforts being lauded by a laughing god of fate or purpose. hatever the case may be, within the orrerry, the djed twisted oddly, turning upon itself to form a gaping hole in the fabric of reality, and his eyes opened to see it tearing at the very djed of the world as it tried to suck it all in, even if it was only the size of a pea. Bending more djed to the task, rivulets of bluish energy reached forwards from his fingertips, seeking to make it grow.
And grow it did, to the size of a walnut.
Where it was able to be seen by himself and the woman now gazing on with sheer focus as she sought to send him on a voyage which would spell his death.
Bringing the small void upwards to hover in between them, Antar pointed it at the old woman. "You have your proof Beatrice! And you've had your fun. Shut it down!" He took a moment's pause before adding the word speculatively, "Please."
"I am the Shadow and the smoke in your eyes, I am the ghost that hides in the night."~Back, but slow.
