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    It may have been the sudden change of environment, but Leörmn had great difficulty at staying focused.
    By staying focused, he meant more than just focusing his attention and thoughts. Actually, not much more, as nothing more than his thoughts and his attention were creating of everything —his body included. When he failed to focus as he was now, usually he simply started to disappear from other’s awareness, even though he could be aware that he was still present in their proximity. For most of his activity was happening in the Unseen, and his body was unnecessary for him to manipulate that environment.

    The twin dragons, Heckle and Jeckle were equally disturbed, but to a lesser extent, perhaps because their communicating together made their de-focusing less of a concern.

    The place where they had been guided to was really unusual. Unusual for dragons at least. Even possibly hostile.

    It was like crossing that door had made them turn the physical reality inside-out, and though it was very similar on the surface, the exterior was significantly different.

    Apart from the twins, Leörmn was feeling energies, strong energies focused nearby. They were possibly as strong as dragons’ energies, though their configuration was unfamiliar.
    Where were they? What was this place?

    Leörmn was feeling so powerful undercurrents that it was very disturbing. In his discomfort, he tried to reach for a familiar energy.

    :fleuron:

    In the pool, Salome was feeling the disturbance, as it was already making the cave wobble slightly ever since Leörmn had taken off.

    Georges was having fun shape-shifting his skin to get more dolphin-like slickness, and was trying to bring her into his games, but she was caught by the demanding feeling and couldn’t concentrate on the game.

    She made a foam bubble around herself to lift her up above the surface of the water. “There… I’ve always felt better in the air.” As a matter of fact, be it only the slight gain of altitude, but her thoughts felt clearer already.

    “Oh, my… They are on the Murtuane… Georges, you knew that?!”

    Georges was having too much fun to actually physically answer, but Salome knew he was more than vaguely aware of that.

    She went deeper into herself, trying to see what was the issue… As far as she knew, the Murtuane was very closely tied to the Duane, and actions made into one of the planet had repercussions onto the other. They were close counterparts for each element, and perhaps it was the drawing closer of these which had created an imbalance of some kind.
    “Yes…” she smiled. She was seeing how it could be made easier.

    She sent to Leörmn the clearest picture she could make, then popped her foam bubble, to gracefully dive into the pool, having changed her skin to that of a black and white killer whale.

    :fleuron:

    “Thank the Elder Gods,” Leörmn thought, as he just received the warm familiar energy of Salome from deep inside himself.

    So that was it… He had to find his counterparting Nirgual, and merge with her for the duration of their little excursion here.
    N’meôrl was the name. Salome had met her already a long time ago. She was a brilliant shade of abrigot (some orange smooth fruit).

    It would be quite easy actually. Like the Dragons, Nirguals were summoned by their true name, no matter the distance.
    Blessed be Salome…

    Popping back into focus, Leörmn pronounced loudly “N’meôrl, I hereby summon thy!

    When the huge bird appeared all the others who had started to assail the dragon with question were startled.

    Contrary to all appearances, Leörmn was not a dragon of many words, so very few needed to be actually exchanged. The two creatures both knew what had to be done to preserve the balance. And even if they had not known, the pressure on their energy fields was so intense that the merging was just like two magnets drawing closer naturally.

    And One again they were.

    #1124
    TracyTracy
    Participant

      The Chief Minister of the Oddlings sat behind her desk, smiling at her new protege.

      “Well then, T57, you’re ready to start. Who have you been assigned to?” she asked.

      “Gabor, Sindy and Swinde” replied T57 promptly. She wasn’t quite sure who these characters were, but the names popped into her head strongly at that moment, and if she’d learned anything at the Ministry, it was to trust whatever popped into her head.

      “Gabor, Sindy and Swinde!” exclaimed the Chief Minister. “Why, they’re mine!”. She rummaged through the files on her desk. T57 assigned to three from her own batch! This was going to be interesting!

      #1123

      Upon hearing Malvina’s thoughts, Arona smiled to herself.

      If only she knew the truth!

      ( If I put big spaces in-between, it will make it look as though I have written more, decided Tina rather cleverly, still feeling a bit creatively uninspired.)

      Tempted though she was, Arona knew she must not give anything away. It was easier to stay in character if she did not allow herself to remember too often, at least until this cave mission was complete. Occasionally she allowed herself the luxury of remembering, yet to do so was to feel a yearning for home.

      It was a pity about the outfit of course, the mouldy cloak…

      ( hmmm was it mouldy though or just a bit on the musty side? )

      … which the Oddlings had decided she would wear for much of this assignment was not her favourite look. Even though she had managed eventually to lose it in the darkness of the cave, her current clothes were now almost in tatters. Arona sighed wistfully, remembering the beautiful silks, chiffons and organzas some of her previous assignments.

      Moments later she brightened again thinking of Vincentius and her other friends.

      There were certainly compensations, she decided philosophically.

      Arona was a little concerned about the meddling of Malvina and the others, although of course she realised they were doing it with the best of intentions to fulfill their own purposes. Arona understood all this, and sometimes regretted she could not tell them who she really was. The powerful thought shields she had been trained in by the Oddlings meant that her disguise had not so far been penetrated.

      Yet she hated to deceive.

      Not to worry. For now she must just focus on the completion of her own mission here.

      She called to Buckberry softly in her thoughts and felt a little thrill of excitement when she heard his response. She knew she would have need of the little dragon for the task which lay ahead.

      #1115

      Marvin Scrozzezi was taking a look at the rushes they’d taken the other day. At first he was considering putting them in the bonus section of his movie, a blooper section or something.

      But now, the blooper section was overweighting the “real” movie by far. And with the defection of few of the actors (well, “actors” was more of an empty shell of a title than anything else, as most of them were friends or acquaintances), he had to hire new ones.

      What a mess.

      Roger

      Perhaps he should continue his movie with different actors playing the same role alternatively. That would make a nice change. Perhaps it would even been hailed as a pioneer movie by the auteur movies snotty critics.

      “Whatever works…” he giggled to himself as he started to rewrite some parts of the scripts.

      #1114

      Inside the cave, the presence of Leormn, though not completely gone, had diminished strongly. Most of the creatures inside the cave were thriving on his presence and his continuous reshaping of the corridors or the chambers. His presence was fading out gradually, and some of the more sensitive creatures were beginning to feel a discomfort, a kind of emptiness or a sensation of cold.

      Malvina was not alarmed yet, it was a good thing he had allowed himself that little escapade. In a subtle way, he was reconciling some aspects of himself that he had been unaware of yet, and it was also a surprise to Malvina that the gates would reopen in that particular time frame, to the long lost sister of the Duane. Her awareness of what her dragon was doing was dim, and it had been so since the door had shut after the passage of Arona. This young girl had more than one trick up her mouldy cloak, and though she was unaware of most of them, she had an innate sense of using them wittingly.

      Malvina smiled at the thought that she was quite similar to the girl when she was young… a long time ago.

      But for now, she had other processes to set in motion. She focused on herself and adjusted her energy to match the signature of her friends Georges and Salome. It didn’t took long. Their presence was quite strong. As they were busy at the moment, she decided to go for a walk and meet them on her way.

      :fleuron:

      Georges and Salome were in the pool chamber that Leormn had kindly created for them inside the cave. It was continuously provided in hot water by a spring located on the ceiling and several families of glukenitch had furnished the place with the perfect amount of light…

      Georges was following her progression from a ledge made of a rock similar to granite. He’d always been fascinated by her way of expressing her grace and technical mastery in any domain. When they had met, she couldn’t swim… and she wouldn’t. It’d been years later, when she had got rid of her wariness of water that she had considered the idea.
      Now she was as comfortable inside and outside water, as well as in many different environments.

      Being continuously connected, their energy field mingled in such an intimate way, he could easily turn his attention on her physical sensations; all the tiniest movements of the water upon her skin and also all of the adjustments she was making to her body inside and outside to improve the efficiency of her movements.

      He dived off his observation point to play with her.
      Alerted by his movement, she went deeper into the pool. He knew that she hadn’t modified her body to the point of incorporating gills, because it was usually difficult for her to get rid of them afterward. She had a soft spot for apnea, though and she was quite able of staying under water for lengthy amount of time.

      Still focused on his swimming, he began to redirect certain aspects of his body consciousness. Some were unnecessary for his purpose, so he got rid of them; and he needed to give some other qualities to his skin. It took him a few seconds to shape-shift and he focused on his new physical senses to indicate him where she was.

      When she realized what Georges was doing, she resisted the impulse to go to the surface.
      What is he up to? she thought. When he’s in the process of shape-shifting his attention is so oriented inside that I can’t usually get any impression about his new shape, but

      A flash of light illuminated the water around him, and the rhythm of the blinking cells of his new skin was creating a time related pattern with an hypnotic effect. Salome was feeling drowsy and she had to maintain her attention on herself or she’d better get back to the surface soon. If she wanted to play with him now, she would have to change form too.

      #1113

      When he had heard the others discuss around the campfire the possibility to ask help from the owners of the island, Claude knew he had to focus back on his mission. He had finally managed to escape the clutches of that mad doctor and his witches, not to be sheepishly brought back to them again.

      And that little girl seemed to know better than stay here. Despite her tender age, Claude could tell she was well guided, and didn’t really need his being a bodyguard for her family.
      And Akita, well, he was a soldier, and knew how to take care of himself. Surely, the V girl wouldn’t be as tough as those giant spiders they fought on the parallel island.

      So, without more hesitation, in a move of preternatural swiftness and stealthiness, Claude disappeared again in the forest.
      He knew he had to find his contact on the island. The bee-man.

      :fleuron:

      — Mavis! About bloddy time!… Ooooh, look at that… went hunting, have you…
      — and kept that quiet too, little black ‘orse. Ye could do the introducing, can’t you?

      Sha and Glo, rendered a bit irritated by their itching were eying the stranger coming with Mavis with a curiosity drown in envy.

      #1112

      The island had never felt as populated as these past hours. Veranassesee didn’t know really which way to turn, really.

      “Gather your wits, V” she told herself.

      Obviously, it was a bit difficult, she had a terrible time to concentrate. The past few hours felt like they were stretching on forever in time, for no reason at all?

      Take that mmm… wanton memory of the night with Agent Gabriele ; it was still fresh on her mind, and yet, she could hardly tell whether Gabriele was still around in his bungalow, or whether he had left… Feelings of guilt on her part perhaps. Well, it had taken her no less than forty pages… what was she saying? It had taken her no less than forty minutes to come back to him and fall with blissful abandon in his hairy manly arms, and that could as well have been happening two, three months ago for all matter and purpose.

      Perhaps that was the work of evil aliens tampering with her mind and memories. Hardly an excuse, she had been trained for far worse occurrences. She had to list her priorities.
      Gabriele.
      Well, her mission of course. What were you thinking? Now that plan B seemed to have failed miserably, Operation Spider seemed likely to be a total fiasco.
      She had apparently lost the item in a purple blood trail, and there was that fishy Jarvis she had to take care of too.
      But somehow, if she could get that item back, perhaps she could redeem herself. Or else, dreary Fukitupi and Mahiliki would be waiting for her. Hardly a consolation.

      Of course, as if to add to the total disarray of her plans and desire to have things neatly organized, the Higloshama gang (that’s how she liked to call the three atomic divas — Mavis, Sharon and Gloria) had once again disappeared from their pods, probably to gaze at the moon in-between a few cyclones… Well, in any case, they would find a way to get back. If pigeons do, why not them?

      As for the other patients, the door was closed, and they probably were asleep. Oh, and in any case, ugly-faced as they were, they probably couldn’t get far without triggering a trail of fear howling. She had to admit, she was sourer than usual. Anyway… down the list of problems.

      Ah, the doctor of course. Well, he could go to hell, but that would be doing her too big a favour.

      The sound of the plane coming to the island drew her out of her calculations. As she was adjusting her holster to greet the untimely airborne visitors, she sent a brief mental note as a leitmotiv to herself so that she wouldn’t forget “find the bee-man, Jarvis, Jarvis, Jarvis…”

      And she did right.
      She almost lost her composure when she recognized Mahiliki on the plane.

      #1926
      TracyTracy
      Participant

        Q: Okay. What happens to things we create, like with
        characters? Are they merely thought-forms, being extensions of
        ourselves? Or do they … CAN they move on and become more?

        ELIAS: This is dependent upon your choices and how you are
        manipulating energy.

        Now; in this, let us view what you in physical focus term to be
        artistic expressions, in the area of musical composition and of
        painting expressions. These are two obvious examples within your
        physical creations that you may view certain qualities of the
        expressions.

        Now; in this, some expressions, within either musical compositions
        or expressions of illustrations or paintings, may appear to be
        merely an expression of the individual and hold the energy signature
        of that individual, but they appear or seem to not extend any
        farther, so to speak; this is figuratively speaking.

        In other terms, you may encounter other types of musical
        compositions or illustrated or painted compositions, and they appear
        quite differently. They appear not merely to hold the energy
        signature of the individual that has created them, but they also
        seem to hold an energy of their own, as if they have been created
        into an entity of their own.

        Now; the reason that you connect with this recognition of these
        types of expressions is that the composition does hold the energy
        signature of the individual that has created it, but what it also
        may hold is an aspect of that individual focus which has been
        allowed to be projected outwardly and has been allowed to continue
        independently of the focus.

        This is a similar action to fragmentation, but in very physical,
        figurative terms, a much, much smaller scale.

        This would be likened to any individual, any focus, any essence
        projecting an aspect of itself into any other element within its
        physical creation – a creature, a plant, a rock. It matters not. You
        hold the ability within essence to be projecting an aspect of
        essence or of a particular focus into any of these elements to be
        experiencing the creations of that element of your reality, such as
        a creature or any vegetation, an ocean, a mountain, a rock. It
        matters not.

        In similar manner, you may project an aspect of yourself into one of
        your creations or all of your creations or several of your
        creations, and in this, not merely you shall recognize that this
        creation appears to take on, so to speak, a life of its own, in your
        terms, but other individuals shall recognize this quality also, for
        you have allowed yourself to project an aspect of yourself into your
        physical creation, therefore breathing into it its own
        manifestation, allowing it to be continuing within its own element,
        so to speak, within its own right, in a manner of speaking. Are you
        understanding?

        Therefore, this be your choice of how you shall be creating
        within your creativity and what you shall project within it. Appear
        it not strange to you that certain individuals may be deemed as
        great masters and they shall be revered for their creations and
        their creations shall be enduring throughout your linear physical
        time, and other individuals may be creating and their expressions of
        creativity do not hold this quality? This is the reason…”

        #1106

        “Fancy a cuppa, Sue?” Norm asked.

        Sue Flay accepted gratefully. “Yeah, Norm, a cuppa sounds nice”. What a day it had been.

        “Mad bunch of nutters, this lot, eh?” Norm smiled ruefully.

        “I should say so!” replied Sue. “Are all movie people as wacky as this?”

        It was Sue Flay’s first venture into movies, although she was already famous as the singer with the Ova Tones, the popular all girl band.

        “No, they’re not” replied Norm. “Frankly, no, they are not this mad usually. This is a decidedly odd bunch, if you ask me”.

        “Oooh” said Sue, momentarily speechless. “Hhmmmm”.

        #1095
        Jib
        Participant

          She put her hands on his balls, and her hungry look said more to him to any love whispers he had ever heard before.
          “I love your 2 big pink balls”.

          Noise in the corridor.
          Finnley looked suddenly afraid.
          “Lady Theresa’s coming”…
          They fumbled upon each other, trying to get back their clothes but could only half do it before she entered the library.
          She gasped at the scene before her eyes.
          “Finnley! what on earth?..”

          #1092
          Jib
          Participant

            Finnley’s wig had fallen over the carpet, and actually she was bald. Her false eyebrows had fallen also and revealed a neat and gracious line of feminine eyebrow.

            — You’re a far better catch Finnley than I could have hoped for with Lady Theresa… I don’t regret our encounter in the library.

            He was titillating her nipples thoughtlessly and pinching them at times triggering an expression of pleasure on Finnley’s face.
            She was beautiful after… well, what they did.

            #1072

            This door is influenced by the energy you irradiate.

            You have to trust your energy in order for it to lead you to the most fulfilling place.

            Irtak drew his hand closer to the rippling surface of the door. Its aspect was so changing that it was like he was seeing all the tiniest elements that composed the matter, whatever it was. Hesitating, he asked Leormn.

            — Are you trying one of your tricks on me? It’s like I’m hypnotized.

            He’s not trying to lure you in… said Jeckle.
            The vibration you are currently feeling is the resonance of your energy with the one filtering through that door. said Heckle. I suspect it comes from another realm…
            But it is close to this one, Jeckle added. His muzzle quivered with excitement. I feel a friendly energy filtering from the other side.

            The waves of curiosity emitted by his friends were compelling, and Leormn could feel it. He himself was very interested by what he could feel was some kind of counterpart of himself. He was familiar with the energy but it was somewhat different from his own.

            Our strong desire is maintaining the door open. We can go safely through it and return in no time… he suggested in a soft persuasive tone.

            Arona, who was feeling a bit forgotten, grunted and added a tad dubious :
            — I’m not sure we should do it. We should tell the others… Where are they by the way?

            Apparently, the dragons and the boy were more fascinated by what was leaking out of her drawing. She’d been a bit surprised that one of her creations… if one could call the few brushstrokes a creation… that it could produce such an odd reaction. She couldn’t help but notice that the two words were anagrams.

            Leormn looked at her with a renewed interest.

            I’m feeling you are connected to that other realm, dear Arona. We all are in a way, but it’s like your lineage came from that… gate. Would you dare find out about your origin?

            She looked at him dubiously. His gaze was so intense that one moment…

            — Are you serious? she asked.

            He grinned… Who knows… if you don’t go you may never find out ;)) and I’m sure the others can take care of themselves when we are gone.

            Saying that he jumped on the other side like he was acting on a whim.

            The twins looked at each other and followed him… and Irtak was next…
            What was she to do?
            It was almost as if the door was staring at her. Challenging her… and she didn’t really like to be alone in these dark corridors.
            She jumped in and felt completely stretched out for what seemed a few seconds. She almost lost sense of who she was when an image started to form in her mind.

            It expanded until she was surrounded by a warm sensation of well being and lightness. She was completely safe in this place.
            A sudden woosh and a sensation of cold. She fell on the floor, her members suddenly failing her. The light was completely different and she couldn’t hear anything. Panic began to overwhelm her and she realized she couldn’t emit any sound either.

            As suddenly as it was gone, her sense of hearing reappeared.

            Who was shouting like that?

            Arona… Arona!

            The directedness in the tone was enough to make her recover her balance. She stopped shouting and began to notice her other senses… nothing particular at first, but she had the weird impression that it was different. Looking around her, she saw that the dragons were sniffing around like puppies and Irtak was following them like one of them.

            — Where are we? she asked Leormn.
            The sound of her voice was lower-pitched than usual, and Leormn started to laugh at her look of dismay.

            Hahaha! I don’t know yet… but we have all the time to discover.

            — Can’t we come back to the cave now? I don’t feel comfortable here… look at the sand, it’s purple… maybe it’s some kind of bacteria or something, maybe it’s contagious…

            He gave her one of those irritating wink. She was about to retort bluntly when she realized there was no way back.
            The door had disappeared.

            #1071

            Lady Eagleston enjoyed staying in the warm potting shed, taking her time to enjoy, appreciate and admire the ecstatic beauty of the blooming orchids. She let her thoughts wander for a few moments in the pleasant place smelling of cedar.

            Her old friend, Hector Coon had sent her a rather unusual present this morning: a few bits coming from a watermelon’s rind strangely carved with unusual symbols. What an eccentric charming old fool this Hector…
            They both loved to do each other unexpected presents of which they would then try to find some underlying meaning. Not that there was any such meaning to be identified most of the time, but it was some time pleasantly spent.

            So, she had thought the only place safe to bring the bits to was here — mostly to protect them from the furious cleaning practices of Finnley, who wouldn’t have the pleasure to throw them to the garbage this time. She had seen his disgusted look when she had opened the package with excitement.
            Well, now what would he imagine she was doing in there?… :yahoo_whistling:

            #1070

            Yurick was looking at his spam box.“Hey! Look at that,” Yann mentioned the last unread one.

            "From Anita Felix: Its True Check It Out"

            “Hehehe, Felix is happy in Latin… That’s good to know she probably is,” he added dreamily…

            #1066
            Jib
            Participant

              Sam (the fox) had adapted quite well to Sam’s apartment.
              He was rather fond of dark corners where his glowing fur would create more effects. An accurate reflection of Sam’s own centeredness on self and fascination with the influence of his energy on his environment, including other individuals.

              A shift in his aspects made him feel dizzy for a moment. A nudge of energy from Tina and Al. They were at the floating terrace of a cafe and offered him to join in. Apparently, the ripples created by the hurricanes of last week were arriving in NYC. It was worth seeing. Some improvised surfing contest in the main channels of the city. Apparently Tina expressed quite freely to Becky and she needed to release the pressure. She had brought her bathing suit and was about to participate in the exuberant playful expression.

              Apparently the fury of the elements somewhere can generate fun in another place. Something about influence and reconfiguration?

              FoxSam was wagging his tails so it was obvious he wanted to come with him.
              Sam wouldn’t have let him alone, anyway.

              #1062

              Were are we Anu? , the mother asked her young daughter trotting in front of her. My, it’s awfully dark in there… Are you sure we’ll find the others here?
              — Yes Mum. Anu answered in a soft voice.
              — Don’t be so anxious, Lily dear; trust our little girl; after all, she did so bravely well on her own after that plane crash.
              — You’re right Aaron, but this place is so… I don’t know, it gives me the creeps. It’s like… I couldn’t tell why, but it’s like we’re not remotely close to the Miami… or even the Sarcastic Sea where we’re supposed to be stranded…
              — It’s because we’re not, muttered Anita, more to herself than to her mother. But we’ll be soon enough, she added.
              — Sometimes I wonder how can Anu know so well were we are when we’re so lost, her mother mumbled…

              Balbina was following the little group as it was heading to the cave where one of the portal’s entrances was located. She could see the entrance clearly, glowing and sending ripples of energy coils, but that was only because she was travelling in her dream-body. While Anita, who was quite tuned into those things, wasn’t appearing to be lost, the parents seemed more than a little in the dark, and not only figuratively speaking…

              Balbina turned to the rabbit who was keeping her company.
              — And do you know were they’re going to?
              And do you like the things that life is showing you? giggled Yuki. Well, more seriously, it depends on what they’re choosing. And it could lead them to a place much more different than the one they expect to go to.

              A funny idea crossed the mind of Balbina, so much so that the elderly lady, who was looking rather youngish in her dreamlike appearance couldn’t help but express it.

              — Could they come to my place? They seem so charming people, and they seem to come from the same time as I do…
              — I thought you would never ask, Yuki smiled at her mischievously.
              — Oh, why?
              — Don’t you think it’s a funny coincidence that you are to meet them here and now?
              — Well… It’s just a dream, isn’t it?
              — And what if you could make that dream reality? Prove to yourself that it’s as real as anything else…
              — That sounds exciting indeed.

              “Here!” Anita was pointing a strange shaped bush of brambles.

              Rafaela was standing next to the bushes with Armelle on a tree nearby. “I’ve thought it would be more practical for them than the rock pool”
              “Good thinking dear” Yuki answered the goat.

              — And now? Balbina asked
              — I think it’s up to you and Anita, said Yuki.

              “And where are we going from there?” asked Lily to her daughter.
              “Not far from here, to a friend’s home, in Venezuela .” answered Anita with a wink which seemed lost to her parents, but not to the beaming Balbina.

              #1061
              Jib
              Participant

                She had been taken to her room by a handsome young Russian after the onboard doctor, who was quite handsome too, had examined her. She had the vague impression she was turning a tad nymphomaniac. She chuckled and she stopped as soon as she realized she sounded like an old goose. No she would not loose her dignity. But she needed to release her tensions.

                The doctor had told her she was lucky they came at that very moment, but kept quiet after that. That she was aware of, but she couldn’t get more out of him and she was too tired to use her other tricks on him.
                Better rest a moment; she was confident she’d be kept up to date soon enough by Pavel.

                How strongly she was despising him…
                She didn’t know it was possible before their first encounter in Paris, years ago. :yahoo_thinking:
                Mixed feelings filled up those memories… :yahoo_angry: :yahoo_love_struck: it was also at the same time she’d met Georges, the Dandy as he liked to be called then. What a pair of thieves they were… When was it? 1852? 1853? She wasn’t sure…

                Her first mistake was to ask them to retrieve that stone from the antique store for her… Of course she hadn’t told them what she was looking for… she only asked them to steal everything in the shop! Still, they didn’t bring it back from the shop though she was positive the sunstone was there… they told her that was all they found; Georges seemed so sincere that she wouldn’t have thought he would double her and keep the stone… and much less use it. Soon enough… yes soon enough she realized she had been deceived.

                Her second mistake was to offer them an arrangement… but that’s another story. She was not as wary as she was now.

                She sighed. :yahoo_sigh:

                Nothing interesting to steal in that room. Just raw blankets and a plain wooden chair… she wouldn’t have expected more from Pavel. Always keeping the best for himself and not quite as chivalrous as the Dandy. Pavel… How did they call him back then? She couldn’t or wouldn’t recall it… something like the Monk… the Monkey would have better suited him, she thought bitterly.

                But now; she had no time to loose in dim memories.
                She had to plan her escape.

                knock knock

                It only took her a few seconds to compose herself.

                — Come on in.

                #1060
                ÉricÉric
                Keymaster

                  Today was the commemoration of the fifth anniversary of the first transmutation made on Earth.

                  Of course, it didn’t take into account previous attempts (or successes), because they were of the domain of science-fiction and dubious history facts. But now, not only was it rock-solid proven feasible, but also it had change people’s lives like the invention of electricity had about two century ago, in the mid 1800s.

                  At first, people had not grasped the profound implications of that discovery. It was another funny science experiment from researchers, and didn’t seem to have any more practical usage as did goat cloning, and creation of phosphorescent pigs. However, to mark the consciousnesses of the importance of the event, the government hadn’t skimped on the showcase. Not that it was of any importance after what evolution was bound to happen afterward, but still, huge sums of money were spent brilliantly.

                  The symbolic aspect of choosing what object to transmute wasn’t unnoticed. It could be virtually anything physical: garbage, contaminated soil… But it had to mean more.
                  Someone whose name was forgotten came with a suggestion and it slowly came up as the most natural thing —to close this area and open on the new one.
                  There had been many people still left to convince, the die-hard fanaticism, but it had to be it. And for good measure, the involvement of other nations was asked.

                  Sept. 4th, 2044, the ceremony opened with the display of what was left of Enola Gay that plane who had dropped the first atomic bomb, which had been almost forgotten in the West, but not completely in the East. And many nations came afterward, each carrying a symbol of what they wanted to recycle, to free themselves off.

                  Then all of these heterogeneous elements entered the P-Machine, a distant relative of the Z-Machine which had been adapted and enhanced to produce aneutronic fusion at its core —highest temperatures of the universe thought unreachable by human means, harnessed to change the elements at will, and producing no harmful radiations as the atomic towers of the past.
                  After a silent moment of unbearable expectation, melted gold started to flow out of the machine, making people wonder if that was all of it?

                  Yes, it was merely it. Transmutation could be done, and it was not so impossible as people thought in the past. It meant free resources, recycling of garbage, abundance for all… at people’s grasp.
                  What people had failed to recognize at the beginning, apart from the immense possibilities that were lying before them was that the machine could only transmute matter. And even if it could virtually free them of greed (because everything from gold to rocks was basically of the same value now), people’s own values were now made prominent, there was no camouflage left: no victims, no shortages, no lack of.

                  Even five years after, it still meant huge challenges, but there was hope.

                  #1056
                  Jib
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                    Sam wanted to see by himself. He had suddenly remembered what Becky had told them once about a pet shop with a nine-tailed glowing fox. He hadn’t paid attention at the moment, but this was somewhat reappearing in his dreams lately. One of his focuses was the link, and he was seeing his face more and more looking directly at him.
                    He usually wasn’t speaking with his other selves, he was rather directly exchanging energy with them. At first it had been a bit awkward, practicing with telepathy and conversing with his friends was his main focus of interest. But once he was aware of how he could do that more easily and more efficiently, his attention wandered to other means of communication.
                    Eschraiel was currently nudging him, and his animal form was quite intriguing. Especially since there were those kind of animals living now!
                    He had arrived at the shop without really paying attention. He was following his guts to lead him exactly where he wanted.
                    Being soft, in the kind of mode of processing he was in currently, the people around were like objects around merged with his environment, nothing standing out. Except maybe that woman in front of the big parrot cage… no, not the woman but the color of her gown, a deep indigo, vibrant and shiny. She turned her smiling face in his direction, but it was like Eschraiel’s energy superimposed on hers. He smiled back at her and continued to the rear of the shop.

                    The creatures were in a dark room, their fur glowing with rusty and fiery shades. Apparently very engrossed in chasing each others tails… they had quite a lot to keep them busy. The little ones especially were jumping heartily on the older ones. Challenging them to retaliate… but getting apparently no response from them except a few grunts.

                    :fleuron:

                    No particular feeling at first.

                    :fleuron:

                    One of the little ones, maybe…

                    :fleuron:

                    This one. One of the older ones. A male. He was looking at him now, as aware of Sam’s energy as Sam was aware of his.
                    He yelped a few times, standing like an Egyptian Sphinx.

                    :fleuron:

                    In no time, Sam was out with his nine-tailed glowing fox…
                    He’s so still, thought Sam.
                    How would I name you? he thought, directing the energy to the creature.

                    He opened his mouth and let his tongue out in such a way, it was like he was grinning and challenging him. Sam laughed and thought to the fox : So I have to play the impression game with you then.
                    Maybe… I can call you Sam actually :))
                    One bark was enough of an answer.
                    So Sam it is!
                    Another bark.
                    I have to introduce you to my friends now… I don’t know why, but I have the feeling Al will love you

                    #1055

                    As she was sinking to the bottom of the raging sea, Madame Chesterhope first felt like a boiling rage inside her, at all the thwarted attempts, all the unfulfilled promises.
                    Not a solid thing on which to carve a few runes or symbols to get herself out, not a single living being to use at her profit, she was alone, at the mercy of gravity.
                    Not unexpectedly, flashes of her life, of her many lives, flickered like incoherent pieces of an unfinished mosaic in her mind.

                    When did it went wrong? she thought… When did she lose touch with her magic.
                    Not the mundane magic, not the one she used for these parlor tricks devoid of meaning, like that beautiful flying motorbike which was drowning even faster than her… She was speaking of her inner magic, her sense of connection with the elements, with herself, Phoebe.

                    What had become of the frail grey-haired lady the apparency of whom she was so fond of taking years ago?
                    She was tempted to blame many things; the twenty-first century of her own dimension, for one, which had made her rough and tough, out of need perhaps, and perhaps a bit out of laziness. It was out of tiredness mostly, tiredness to have to constantly justify her appearance to others, that she had chosen a more convenient one; that of the crone with more rotund forms, of whom one would only expect austerity and strength.
                    You can see where it had led you. she was thinking.

                    A few more miles further down, and perhaps she would meet the mermaids, like the guy said in that Big Blue motion picture
                    Maybe there was some purity left in her heart, that would make the inhabitants of the depths greet her wretched soul. Or perhaps they all died before her, from the pollution of this strange world mutating in pangs and spasms of a painful childbirth.

                    And what would you do now, if you have the choice? that sweet voice, like that of a thin grey-haired mermaid, was it her own, testing herself?
                    The quest for magical artifacts seemed so far away at this moment. It had begun a long time ago, led her to discover new other-dimensional places… new tricks, all of them for what? To gain control over the elements, the others, everything that could threaten her, force her to change. How ironic. That the fear of change made her change so drastically.
                    She wanted to make peace with all of that. The mermaids weren’t coming, but her own voice was still there for her. Perhaps she could muster the strength. To continue…

                    Mustering all her force, she forcibly expressed the most propelling “prout” she’d ever made. Of course, she’d been learning a few tricks from the legendary Fartiste back in her youth when she went to Paris to perform at the Moulin Rouge… Sweetest time of her life, she had to admit…

                    :fleuron:

                    On the surface of the waters, bubbles started to form.

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