Orb post on the cusp of Midnight GHB 20 & GHH 1

[thequestgiver]

[[Again, there's nothing visible on the orb. The sound is muffled, and the voice unidentifiable, yet somehow oddly familiar, even as it changes and sways.]]

There's a spot here... past, present, future... it all comes together, warping all around it with it's weight... [[There's a faint, breathless laughter as the voice grows louder, leaning closer to the cloaked orb as the tone pitches up.]] If I jumped within, I wonder if all could be changed to rip apart that which marches us all to the emptiness that we've been Ordered to....

[[There's a demented giggle that gets higher and higher pitched before exploding out into an unhinged loud laughter, getting louder and higher until suddenly droping to a low note]] How many times will all be moved? To pieces, to pieces all, as we dance away into the next land....

[[There's suddenly silence, heavy breathing barely audible as the shadows from the other side of the cloth covering the orb shift, the shape of fingers becoming identifiable as the cloth wrinkles. When the voice speaks again, it's very low, quiet and shaking.]]

Even these hands hold no power... What good can they do when all is bound....? Too close to that which holds all in its grasp...

Would that they break and bring all to it's end!

Comments

[shadow_sage]

Where the Hero of the Mountains fell.

[Liara isn't asking.]

If your hands don't have power, then help the rest of us. What you can't do, we can, if you let us.

[thequestgiver]

Why would your hands be any better? Are they less bound?

[shadow_sage]

You won't even try. Mine can't be worse than that.

[thequestgiver]

[[A giggle, high pitched and childish]]

Only a great fool would abandon what one has for something unknown...

[[And it drops again, low and unstable.]]

You cannot save me. You cannot even save yourself.

[dash_dynamic]

[Aw, man, not the creepy crazy voice again...think, Gunpei, think. Do that detective thing!]

...what spot?

[Yes, good. Asking detective-ish questions is a good start.]

[somewhatpointy]

[Ryo's a little wary, because crazy voices are always ever so reliable, right?]

So then what? Say it breaks. Then what happens?

[thequestgiver]

Have you not ears with which to hear?!

[thequestgiver]

Then no more will we dance like puppets on strings....

[dash_dynamic]

[There's a bit of twitching. He really wishes one of the others were here with him, because he is just not good at dealing with unstable cryptic creepy voices. Exasperation wins out over caution.]

Maybe if you'd make sense!

[somewhatpointy]

Yeah, but you said "bring all to its end." Sounds like that might do something a little more than just cutting some strings.

[thequestgiver]

Find me sense in this world and then perhaps it shall fall from my lips!

[thequestgiver]

When all dance upon strings, all must fall.

[dash_dynamic]

[And for a moment, Gunpei looks as though he'd like to counteract that with a witty reply, but...let's face it, the guy who's best friends with a talking dog-car has been hard pressed to find things making sense here.]

But even if this place doesn't make sense, that doesn't mean you've got to add to it!

[somewhatpointy]

And that sounds like people might get hurt.

[Not that he's sure the people here are really people, as senseless as they are much of the time...]

[thequestgiver]

[[There's an unhinged giggle at that that starts high pitched before suddenly dropping low in tone]]

Save your concern for those who are already hurting....

[thequestgiver]

[[There's a small, demented giggle, high pitched and light]]

But I must... for I was taken away from it....

[somewhatpointy]

Don't get me wrong. I want to help them, too.

[Ryo's keeping his tone even and calm, waiting to see how the voice will take that.]

[dash_dynamic]

[Aw, geez, not the giggle! Not the giggle!]

You were taken away from making sense?!

[Oh, the voice is crazy. That makes Gunpei feel so much better. Not really.]

[thequestgiver]

Do you?

Then why do you sleep while all is danced to destruction?

[thequestgiver]

Stupid stupid boy [[The voice is suddenly deep and angry]] What right have you to judge those of which you have less sense than?!

[steelhearted]

"The next land".

You're talking about death.

[thequestgiver]

[[There's a laughter that can't seem to decide if it's that of a man or a woman, going from low to high and back again like two voices were competing for the same person.]]

Would be that death were a place and not the price of our lives...

[somewhatpointy]

Maybe I just don't know where to go.

[Still keeping his voice even. He's not expecting a whole lot here to be lucid information.]

[dash_dynamic]

[Gunpei visibly flinches back from that.]

I wasn't judging, I was...er...

[Think, man, think!]

I was just trying to understand!

[In kind of a judgmental fashion.]

[steelhearted]

Everyone dies at some time or another. No use wishing not to.

[thequestgiver]

Do not lie to me! [[This exclamation is suddenly very high pitched to the point where the voice cracks]]

[thequestgiver]

Then you are as blind as the rest

[thequestgiver]

[[The voice drops to be suddenly low, deep, and rumbling with anger]]

Hold your tongue, welp, for you know nothing of what you speak.

[dash_dynamic]

Ahhhhh...

[Gunpei's trying to think of something to say, but, let's face it. He is considerably freaked out and can't think of anything else to say without setting the voice off.]

[somewhatpointy]

So maybe you could help a blind man see.

[He's remaining as agreeable as possible--for him, anyway--in the hopes of seeing if the voice will give him any useful information.]

[steelhearted]

What makes you say so?

[thequestgiver]

You are still of the living

[thequestgiver]

[[There was a mad, hysterical laughter that seemed to spit between upper and lower ranges, doubled and echoing]]

If were it at all so easy!

[thequestgiver]

Go back whence you came and spoil this ground no longer!

[steelhearted]

And you are not?

[somewhatpointy]

[Ryo's thinking he's not going to be having much luck here.]

It's worth a shot.

[dash_dynamic]

But I can't get back to where I came from without an Engine's power!

[At least, that's what he seems to think, anyway.]

[thequestgiver]

Then you are of no use to anyone...

Begone!

[thequestgiver]

Says one who knows nothing! Why must I exhaust myself once more to drag you into the light you refuse to see?!

[thequestgiver]

Does my form appear before you, welp? Does this appear to be one who can stand in the light as oneself and not be blown away to nothing?!

[dash_dynamic]

[Yeah, voice, you don't have to tell him twice. He's trying to get his orb shut down as quickly as he can.]

[somewhatpointy]

If I ever found my way there, I'd probably be able to help.

[shadow_sage]

You don't have anything. If you did, I wouldn't be here. None of us would.

And I am not dead yet, despite quite a lot of people who tried to change that.

[steelhearted]

You can hardly expect me to understand you if you continue speaking in riddles.

[thequestgiver]

[[There's no reply. It seems the connection has been severed.]]

[thequestgiver]

Then open your eyes and do so!

[[and with that, the feed cuts]]