EchoOfThePlanes

Remembrance pauses and gazes around at the surrounding people. It pushes its curiosity to Fadran and Tvora, wondering if it can Connect those present to itself. After a moment of thought, Remembrance circles itself, coiling tighter, and gives a push towards each person. ... A slight pain. Connection! Remembrance shakes its head, tossing the feather-like quills of energy. I think so. I am... sorry. Remembrance doesn't necessarily push its remorse over Craven's headache, but those present can feel its regret nonetheless. I was unfamiliar with this new thing... Connection. Fadran is correct. Each and every universe has its own rules, and those possessing this thing... magic? Those with magic lose it when traversing the multiverse, unless that power originates from within themself. Remembrance dips its head up and down in the direction of Fadran, perhaps attempting to imitate a nod. This one has much Virtue. Virtue that has been Sealed within him. This is so, or I would not be Here. The rules that bind my existence... they are many, and I am but one.

Remembrance raises its head, looking over at Tvora. It pushes a feeling of ancientness, of power, and, of course, curiosity. A Feathered One lived in the Other I traveled before the Here many cycles ago. He was an ancient being, older than even I. Remembrance stops, then pushes the image of the snake back to Tvora. He looked something like this... snake. Though... I suppose he looked more like me.

Remembrance peeks out at Fadran from between its coils. This universe has Feathered Ones?

Remembrance coils around itself, pushing its excitement to Tvora and Fadran. You learn this Connection quickly. It is so. This thing... snake? It is new. Remembrance pushes its understanding of the similarities one might see in its form and that of a snake.

Remembrance pushes its curiosity. What is a snake?

Demon? Remembrance pushes its ever increasing curiosity. I am Remembrance. I am memory.

Light. Sound. Energy. A few feet from Fadran, space begins to bend and ripple, not unlike the strange cognitive warping, but with significant differences. Noticeable heat begins to build up, and with a rolling crack, becomes a searing torrent of burning air molecules. An outpouring of radiant light bursts forth from the center of rippling space. Identity gains substance, and Connection takes form. The heat abates, the outpouring of energy stops, and shapes itself into the form of a strange serpent. Quills of energy arc from the head of the serpent, forming what looks like, but surely could not be... feathers? Remembrance gazes into the eyes of Fadran, and pushes its relief. It is so, and I am now. Thank you, Fadran. I will remember these words. Remembrance feels a minute vibration, which is a bit strange to it. It looks around, and seeing Tvora, cocks its head. Remembrance wonders if it can maintain two Connections. It focuses on Tvora's faded form, and pushes. Connection! Remembrance pushes its curiosity to Tvora (which Fadran would be able to feel due to the continuing existence of his Connection to Remembrance). This is new... You are different. Are humans so diversified?

Remembrance executes its equivalent of a nod, and pushes its understanding, then its determination to Fadran. I see. Let us make it so.

Remembrance pushes its curiosity to Fadran. Are you certain? You are new. The other I Connected with had a very... chaotic mind. This Connection we have now allows us to communicate, but somehow... somehow it prevents access to the other's memories. I am too new to this universe. I do not know how I did this, but it is so.

Remembrance is mentally silent for a moment, pushing its thoughtfulness along for Fadran's benefit. I... am not sure. The planes and dimensions of this universe are different. Nothing like I remember. Commencing a multi-planar integration might allow me to better determine what is occuring.

Remembrance is filled with its new emotion, anxiety, as it witnesses Tvora's shift onto the Cognitive Plane. It does not detect a Connection between the warping and this new personage, but Remembrance pushes an image (along with its anxiety) of Tvora to Fadran anyway. What is this? Another warping of this universe?

I do not know. This universe... it is new to me. Remembrance pushes an image of its surroundings, specifically centered on the strange warp, to Fadran. The image is laced with surprise, as if Remembrance did not mean to do it. There is some kind of anomaly, but I cannot sense the origin. Something is... preventing me from accessing your plane of existence.

In answer, Remembrance pushes a burst of raw information detailing the complexities of its existence, inter- and intra-planar integration, with some strong and weak nuclear force thrown in. It stops, however, realizing that this might be too much. This time, it just pushes words. I am Remembrance. It then gazes around, locking onto the warp. No. I... do not know what is occuring. This is new to me.

Remembrance has lived for a long time, but in all of its days, never has it heard or felt such a curious word, 'fleeker.' It is excited at Fadran's response! It pushes its excitement to Fadran. Realizing that it had not answered Fadran's question, however, it seeks for Higher Communication. Searching through its memories, Remembrance finds that it had indeed used words before, but it was such a long time ago that it is unsure of its ability in Thisplace. It remembers its experience with Craven, and all of the memories it gained, but still shies away from the memories. It is scared of those memories. Those memories are new. However... Remembrance decides that it is too curious not to employ Higher Communication. Remembrance pushes, but this push is different. This push does not affect Fadran, for this push is for Remembrance only. A push of the mind, of the spirit. A push of progression, and a push of Identity. Remembrance hadn't used this push in a long time. Not since it left the Origin. Its push allows it to contemplate Fadran's response, so it ponders. (Remembrance has not pondered in a long time either, so it decides to ponder the pondering first.) Remembrance understands now, and it pushes its own words to Fadran. I am curious. What are you?

As it approaches, Remembrance notices that this particular light glows a bit brighter than Craven's. It is curious, and it decides to touch it, despite what happened last time. Of course nothing happens, due to Remembrance's lack of effort to cause something to happen, but it still shies away briefly before returning to touching the light. Remembering its experience with Craven, it decides to try again with this new light. Why would it not? This light is new of course! Remembrance draws in more energy from the surrounding area, and touching Fadran's cognitive light, it pushes. Connection! This push is more tentative, and as such the Connection much thinner than last time. Remembrance waits for a brief time, expecting a flood of memories, but is relieved when nothing of that sort occurs. Again it is filled with curiosity, and it wonders if Fadran can feel its curiosity. It is unsure, and so it pushes its curiosity along the Connection to Fadran, attempting to impress its emotions upon his mind.

Remembrance gazes at the warp, attempting to figure out what the cause is. After a rare moment of thought, it decides it cannot do anything about it. Remembrance approaches one of the several lights, unknowing that this particular one is the cognition of Fadran.

The space between the cluster of lights begins to warp, and Remembrance is filled with curiosity, but strangely no anxiety, and takes its equivalent of a step back.

PAIN! Remembrance staggers away from Craven's cognitive light, unconsciously drawing in more of the surrounding energy storm. This helps abate the pain, but it does not fade completely. It begins to slide away from the cluster of lights. Craven's enthusiasm left an impression on Remembrance, and the memory of that impression makes it stop. It turns around, and slithers back to the cluster of lights, caution and anxiety preventing Remembrance from approaching too closely.

Remembrance's curiosity increases at the swath of new sensations as Craven moves outside. However, this curiosity is streaked with anxiety. It does not know what to do in the face of human senses. It begins to backtrack, but finds itself faced with Craven's memories. It does not know how to read them properly, and its anxiety grows stronger, so Remembrance begins to push through Craven's memories. (This action gives Remembrance an impression of Craven's race. People! New people! Humans? Humans are very new to Remembrance!) It is too much for Remembrance. It slithers its way out of Craven's memories, and pulls away from his cognitive light. There is a sharp tearing, and suddenly the Connection between it and Craven snaps, leaving Remembrance back in that strange place of beads and dark-rock-glass.