Ouroborous -- Inari and Fox!Misty Personal timelines: Tuesday, July 7, 2009, 1:16 pm EDT
The serenity of Ouroborous washed over me as I stepped from the portal, but it was the serenity of a ruin. The pool before me was choked with lily pads, and the mighty gnomon of the chapel was decrepit, panes of glass missing. Within, I could still make out the Pillar of Ice and Flame, but it seemed dim compared to Misty's memories. Except for distant birdsong and the trickle of water in the pool, the only sound was wind.
Overcome with an eerie foreboding, I made my way cautiously into the chapel and boggled. Within, sprawled on the ground, was a very familiar suit of armor. The patina of age covered the brass armor of Lord Nemesis, but instead of the sculpted faceplate or helmet I was used to from Misty's memories, and the game, a grinning skull with a shard of glass through the top sent its eternal gaze towards the Pillar.
One of the lesser pillars flashed brightly and Inari rolled from the portal, looking a little frantic.
«No!» she shouted in Japanese. «Why can't I change it?»
A voice from behind startled me. "It is a temporal crux point, Chiyuki-san. Without it, your existence would unravel." I turned to face the speaker, a young Amerasian woman dressed in the normal attire of a Mender. "Welcome to Ouroborous." She bowed. " Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Mender Shoko. Dozou yoroshiku onegai shimasu."
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''
-- James Nicoll
The serenity of Ouroborous washed over me as I stepped from the portal, but it was the serenity of a ruin. The pool before me was choked with lily pads, and the mighty gnomon of the chapel was decrepit, panes of glass missing. Within, I could still make out the Pillar of Ice and Flame, but it seemed dim compared to Misty's memories. Except for distant birdsong and the trickle of water in the pool, the only sound was wind.
Overcome with an eerie foreboding, I made my way cautiously into the chapel and boggled. Within, sprawled on the ground, was a very familiar suit of armor. The patina of age covered the brass armor of Lord Nemesis, but instead of the sculpted faceplate or helmet I was used to from Misty's memories, and the game, a grinning skull with a shard of glass through the top sent its eternal gaze towards the Pillar.
One of the lesser pillars flashed brightly and Inari rolled from the portal, looking a little frantic.
«No!» she shouted in Japanese. «Why can't I change it?»
A voice from behind startled me. "It is a temporal crux point, Chiyuki-san. Without it, your existence would unravel." I turned to face the speaker, a young Amerasian woman dressed in the normal attire of a Mender. "Welcome to Ouroborous." She bowed. " Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Mender Shoko. Dozou yoroshiku onegai shimasu."
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''
-- James Nicoll