I Sit In The Rafters, Waiting To Strike. My Target Is Right Below Me. I Look Up, And Give Left The Signal.
I sit in the rafters, waiting to strike. my target is right below me. I look up, and give left the signal.
we pounce, not making a sound. left takes out both guards in a single swift movement, cutting both of them clean down the middle.
I take out the target, landing silently behind them before snapping their neck with ruthless efficiency.
I look over at all of the blood on the floor. "tsk. you're always so messy, left."
left looks at the bloodied bodies of what was once the guards, then at the target. "and you don't know how to have a little fun. come on right, you have those blades for a reason!"
I chuckle and hold out my hand. the blood starts swirling towards me before stopping in front of my hand. "don't worry, left; I know other ways to have fun."
I grab the target and left erases the guards before we're both teleported to our client. "assassination complete, as per our deal." I drop the target at the client's feet.
the client looks at it a bit, before looking satisfied and takes out a bag. "alright. here's your payment."
left takes the bag and opens it up. I can see her eyes sparkle a bit before closing it back up. "okay, everything's there. thanks for your business."
left and I teleport back home. once we get there, left takes out the bag.
I look at it inquisitively. "say, I wasn't there when you accepted that guy's commission, so I'm a little curious as to what the payment was."
left looks up at me, a devious grin slowly creeping up her face. "oh, don't worry, my poor little right. you'll find out later."
"wait, you don't mean..." a shiver runs down my spine.
left looks on at me. her breathing is starting to become erratic. "actually, forget later—I wanna do it now!"
left pulls out what was in the bag: a large chunk of vernium. my breathing starts becoming shaky. "left, are you...?"
left starts dangling the vernium in front of my face, taunting me with it.
a slight smile starts to play at the corners of my mouth. before long, I'm grinning ear to ear, my breaths shallow and erratic.
"alright then, left. I guess I can play your little game for a bit."
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there's a few different types of non-existence in the syloverse. I may not be good at explaining them, but I'll try.
NE type 1: no physical matter in the space, but existence is still there.
NE type 2: existence itself isn't in the space, but it still takes up the space in existence.
NE type 3: overlaps existence, taking up no space, nor being able to interact with it (although similar, this is different from being in a different dimensional layer).
NE type 4: ehu vzuw orou slex o tloux. naochtren.
Food!!
food.
"There's been a breach." Adrian looks at Arianna.
Arianna looks on at Adrian. "What do you mean? This place is made to prevent breacher energy from coming in, this is the most secure spot in this story, and we're at the farthest possible point from civilization; how could your watch detect a breach here of all places?"
Adrian simply turns around and says "step outside."
The door closes, and Arianna is left with a puzzled look.
"Something happen?" I ask.
Arianna turns to look at me. "Maybe. I'll go outside real quick, see if Adrian is telling the truth or just fucking with me."
Arianna walks over to the door and turns the handle. But as soon as the door was cracked open, Arianna was flung back into the wall, with Andromeda following suit shortly after. Needless to say, Andromeda and Shaper were both awake now.
What… happened? Andromeda communicated, before her eyes widened. This… this power… Andromeda was having trouble moving her hands.
I took initiative and shut the door. Both Andromeda and Arianna seemed to lose the pressure that was put on them.
YA KNOW WHAT
i'm gonna let him on.
spoiler alert: i am not syloboy. i simply use his name. but i'll let the real syloboy on in a while.
@the-arcade-doctor thanks for the motivation to make me choose this course of action.
the tundren (race name subject to change).
there lives a race of creatures not quite in the syloverse.
they are akin to dreamwalkers, as they don't exist. however, they do not belong to naochtren.
they speak in tunes, singing their language not in words, but in emotions and images.
their race is a simple one. they travel the syloverse, telling stories they see and sharing emotions they feel.
they need not eat nor drink; they need only interaction with another.
they feed off of—and share—emotions. if they are alone for too long, they dissapear. they call this phenomenon "the empty"; when devoid of emotion, they fade away, crumble to dust, etcetera. although the method varies, the end result is the same. none of them know where they go after the empty.
as such, they are a very social people, requiring interaction and emotion not only to keep their race alive, but to tell the stories of the syloverse to future generations.
they are the timekeepers.
the only interaction they have outside of themselves is that of the hooded figure. due to his power, he can see, hear, and somewhat interact with them.
he listens to their stories, and occasionally tells them his own.
made even more new lore for the SS clubs and added a splinter timeline.
also thinking about the halved lands a bit because reasons.
"We've got another one!"
Another day, another breach. These monsters keep on coming, no matter how hard we try to push back.
"We can't hold them back for much longer! Letis 1 is down, and letis 2 is dead, we need backup!"
Letis, a group of the best ranking overseers in the [REDACTED]. And already their best 2 are out for the count.
Being a [REDACTED] overseer is challenging. You can get stabbed in the back, swallowed alive, brutalized, mauled, crushed, snapped, grinded, rent apart, all by creatures from the darkest depths of your imagination.
"Griat 7 is down! I repeat: all of Griat 7 is down!"
Griat 7: a team that specializes in monster suppression and capture. But as for something of this scale, I can understand why they were taken down so fast.
"Listen, we need reinforcements now! We can't fend off all of these abominations off for much longer!"
Andrew gasped, breathing heavily. "What- Where am I?" Pulling down his arm, he clutched at his heart that he felt stop just moments ago, a bullet having dug its way into the organ and tearing it apart. But clearly he wasn't dead, right?
"... Huh?" His heart wasn't beating. Pausing, he sat up and put a finger to his wrist. Likewise, he had no pulse. "Right… I'm in some random field that seems to go on for miles, and I'm apparently a dead man walking. Great." Andrew stood up. As he looked ahead towards the rising sun, he caught a glimpse of something that looked vaguely like a city.
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