Post by Amara on Jan 24, 2022 15:21:33 GMT -5
It was an unassuming thing. Vaguely triangular with smooth beveled edges, colored in drab shades of varying grays and blacks, topped with a small raised circular platform embedded with a small handle just big enough for fingers to slip under. The case (excluding the aforementioned handle) was a mere thirteen centimeters thick, broken up only by a small banded crevice that divided it into two distinctly separate, yet conjoined, pieces. Dense, opaque parts of white-stained reinforced glass were set precisely near the edge of each point. Each was no more than five centimeters long by two and a half centimeters wide, the edges lined with a thin trim of extra solder. Id est - it is a moderately small metal triangle with a handle on it.
So why had the construction of such a thing taken Amara, who had otherwise been a paragon of learning when it came to mechanics and magicks alike, so many months of dedicated work to complete? To put it simply, it would allow her to leave Otherworld. Dubbed the "Dimensional Drift Device," it was a highly complex and probably illegal piece of magitech that crammed everything from hardlight to questionable shadow magicks into its' frame, all for the express purpose of ripping a fleetingly small hole in the dimensional barrier wide enough for her to escape into. Her soul had finally stabilized to the point where attempting a break-out could succeed, and having already acquired a new physical body approximately a month ago from the powers that be, she was ready.
Even taking the device in her gloved hands made the woman's heart beat quicker, a slight tinge of nervousness washing over her at the thought of executing her plan. It was most assuredly against the rules of her peaceful internment (as far as Amara could assume), and as much as she longed for life again, she did not wish to spit in the face of Yemma's judgment. Fingers gliding over the smooth, polished surface of the metal, they slipped beneath the handle as Amara stared at it. The handle let out an audible set of mechanical clangs with a gentle turn as it spun clockwise. The motion stopped about ninety degrees in, the bottom part popped out as sharp tines extruded, the hybrid firmly planted into the grassy meadow below. A methodical high-pitched beeping began, the center cylindrical core radiating whitish-blue energy as the sound was accompanied by a hollow thrum every five seconds.
So many things to consider. Beyond just the morality of defying what was clearly the natural order, was Amara so high and mighty that she deserved a second chance about every other soul here? That's not how it works, and you know it. True, the Dimensional Drift Device was only possible because of her unique links to shadow magic, technology, and helped along by a healthy sprinkling of luck. Actually trying to take anyone with her now or later would be a herculean task. Amara stirred as the device's beeping came quicker, the light blue core shifting to a deeper royal shade as minor white fractures into reality itself started to form. "Sheesh."
Hopefully, those wouldn't stick around long after her departure. Making more work for the Ogres wasn't really her intention. Maybe she should just stay? Killing Yangcong and helping Taori with a plan to end the Plant war once and for all should've been all the closure she needed. Even though Yemma had judged her fit for Heaven, Amara still felt like plenty of red was still stained in her ledger. Would she do more harm or more good with a revitalized presence in the real world again? Core turning red, the device's beeps came at a near-constant rate now, Amara herself feeling the spatial distortion as the magic struggled to stretch apart reality at the seams.
All the things she hadn't done yet. She hadn't even ever had an actual first date with anyway, let alone a kiss. Or even many friends, for that matter. Amara was always a soldier first and a person second. Her time on Earth with Carro, Suri, Alva, Beowulf, and Dion... she hadn't wanted to admit it then, but it was lovely. She liked being able to do something other than train and fight. Even her personality shift after death, a nigh-parody of bleak happiness that was filled with vitriolic snark, had faded. Amara had finally settled into more genuine happiness and contentment here. Technology and magic felt RIGHT. Still, with all the people she's alienated? Azoth and Ward chief among them, it was clear her uncaring attitude had caused more damage than Amara would care to admit aloud.
"Alright, that's enough." With only seconds to spare, the hybrid reached to turn the device off with a quick flick to the handlebar, the core's bright red fading to a dull nothingness as the fractures slowly started to mend. And then, without warning, a SURGE of a shadow engulfed her machine, billowing out in a smothering haze as the seams BURST open and dragged Amara in! Caught off guard, the last sound she'd make was a surprised: "WHAT THE HEEEEECK-"
TWC: 855
So why had the construction of such a thing taken Amara, who had otherwise been a paragon of learning when it came to mechanics and magicks alike, so many months of dedicated work to complete? To put it simply, it would allow her to leave Otherworld. Dubbed the "Dimensional Drift Device," it was a highly complex and probably illegal piece of magitech that crammed everything from hardlight to questionable shadow magicks into its' frame, all for the express purpose of ripping a fleetingly small hole in the dimensional barrier wide enough for her to escape into. Her soul had finally stabilized to the point where attempting a break-out could succeed, and having already acquired a new physical body approximately a month ago from the powers that be, she was ready.
Even taking the device in her gloved hands made the woman's heart beat quicker, a slight tinge of nervousness washing over her at the thought of executing her plan. It was most assuredly against the rules of her peaceful internment (as far as Amara could assume), and as much as she longed for life again, she did not wish to spit in the face of Yemma's judgment. Fingers gliding over the smooth, polished surface of the metal, they slipped beneath the handle as Amara stared at it. The handle let out an audible set of mechanical clangs with a gentle turn as it spun clockwise. The motion stopped about ninety degrees in, the bottom part popped out as sharp tines extruded, the hybrid firmly planted into the grassy meadow below. A methodical high-pitched beeping began, the center cylindrical core radiating whitish-blue energy as the sound was accompanied by a hollow thrum every five seconds.
So many things to consider. Beyond just the morality of defying what was clearly the natural order, was Amara so high and mighty that she deserved a second chance about every other soul here? That's not how it works, and you know it. True, the Dimensional Drift Device was only possible because of her unique links to shadow magic, technology, and helped along by a healthy sprinkling of luck. Actually trying to take anyone with her now or later would be a herculean task. Amara stirred as the device's beeping came quicker, the light blue core shifting to a deeper royal shade as minor white fractures into reality itself started to form. "Sheesh."
Hopefully, those wouldn't stick around long after her departure. Making more work for the Ogres wasn't really her intention. Maybe she should just stay? Killing Yangcong and helping Taori with a plan to end the Plant war once and for all should've been all the closure she needed. Even though Yemma had judged her fit for Heaven, Amara still felt like plenty of red was still stained in her ledger. Would she do more harm or more good with a revitalized presence in the real world again? Core turning red, the device's beeps came at a near-constant rate now, Amara herself feeling the spatial distortion as the magic struggled to stretch apart reality at the seams.
All the things she hadn't done yet. She hadn't even ever had an actual first date with anyway, let alone a kiss. Or even many friends, for that matter. Amara was always a soldier first and a person second. Her time on Earth with Carro, Suri, Alva, Beowulf, and Dion... she hadn't wanted to admit it then, but it was lovely. She liked being able to do something other than train and fight. Even her personality shift after death, a nigh-parody of bleak happiness that was filled with vitriolic snark, had faded. Amara had finally settled into more genuine happiness and contentment here. Technology and magic felt RIGHT. Still, with all the people she's alienated? Azoth and Ward chief among them, it was clear her uncaring attitude had caused more damage than Amara would care to admit aloud.
"Alright, that's enough." With only seconds to spare, the hybrid reached to turn the device off with a quick flick to the handlebar, the core's bright red fading to a dull nothingness as the fractures slowly started to mend. And then, without warning, a SURGE of a shadow engulfed her machine, billowing out in a smothering haze as the seams BURST open and dragged Amara in! Caught off guard, the last sound she'd make was a surprised: "WHAT THE HEEEEECK-"
TWC: 855