Katalri_105

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“I have to agree.” 105 pulled a small contraption that resembled a telescope out of there bag. No time to think about how another man had appeared out of thin air again when there was useful data to collect. 105 set the contraption on the outcrop, waited a minute, then looked at the reading. “As I thought.” 105 said, while putting the contraption back into their bag. “This star is getting dimmer at a faster than usual rate… quite unusual…”

Well, a ‘goodbye’ would’ve been nice… 105 thought, as they walked through the street, passing vendors selling hot food in the chilly air. Eventually, 105 ended up on a rocky outcrop of the mountain the coastal town was built on, staring at the sunset.

Vague… 105 thought. “Anyways, nothing will happen now, and I have business to attend to.” 105 stepped out of the café, into the street outside. “Keep an eye on him if you want to see the Chrono Commission.”

“Patience. It will happen eventually. When I’m not looking. Who even are you?”

105 breathed in, weighing their options. Finally, they responded. “Likewise. Though I have to warn you; every person I have spoken to about the Chrono Commission has had something bad happen to them. I believed this is the Chrono Commission’s doing.” 105 paused again. “So, to find them, we just have to wait for them to do something to him.” They gestured at Viridis.

“You know of Viridis… interesting…” 105 thought for a moment. “What is your purpose of being here?”

105, slightly surprised by the unknown man’s sudden appearance, took a few steps back, and looked back at him. “You know about the Chrono Commission?”

105 walked away, to the door of the café. Another failed encounter… 105 thought to themself. They didn’t know where they were going, they just knew they needed to leave. Now. Something bad had happened to everyone they had asked about the Chrono Comission, so they had to find them this time, before they could cause more chaos in this peaceful world.

“Something… I am also not sure about.” 105 finished their drink, then stood up. “You are not the one.” they said. “Apologies for wasting your time.”

“H₂O. I believed people on this planet call it ‘water’. And some Pure-Blood Ink.” 105 took another, longer sip of the drink. “This body of mine only needs this much to get by, another mystery yet to be solved.”

“Have I been here for one rotation around the star this planet orbits? Well, yes, thought it didn’t feel like a long time to me. I don’t know how long I have existed or how long I have left. Every day, I observe the people who come here. Locals, merchants, and travellers such as yourself. None of them know of the so called ‘Chrono Commission’ that I speak of, so I just keep waiting until someone who does shows up.” 105 took a small sip of their drink, causing the black liquid to re-assemble itself into another pattern.

“I’m not really sure myself.” 105 popped the cork of the vial, and let the black liquid enter the transparent one. “My memory is a bit bad after I woke up. How long was it ago?” 105 paused to think for a moment, then said, “Around a year ago. So I tried asking people about it. No luck so far.” The black liquid swirled around the glass, forming complex shapes and patterns. “Apparently, they have to do with my creation.”

“Alright.” 105 said. Over the next few minutes, they observed Viridis, noting down his appearance and mannerisms. He doesn’t look like someone from here. “Do you know, of something called the ‘Chrono Commission’?” 105 asked, breaking the silence.

“And now you’re leaving, since you’ve achieved at least one of your goals?” 105 asked, as they produced a small inky black vial from their cloak.

“I believe most of us are.” 105 said, noting his appearance as the waiter came back with their orders. They placed down the bag of hydrogen peroxide in front of Viridis, and a tall glass of transparent liquid in front of 105. “And your purpose for coming here?”

“Interesting…” 105 mused, ignoring his vagueness. “And where are you from?”

“Just the usual, please.” 105 said, in their usual neutral tone, sitting down at Viridis’s table. How long had it been since they had arrived, they didn’t know. But another chance encounter was at foot, so they had to focus. This might be the time. ”So,” 105 said, looking at Viridis “Who are you?”

Ah. the soul, more commonly called ‘105’, thought to themself. This person… might be who I was waiting for. They stood up from their seat and walked over to Viridis.

Sometime, somewhere, in some sort of cafe, a soul was waiting. For what? you may ask. If you were to ask them, they would ask you the same question as well.

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Granted, but you can only shapeshift into things you don’t want to shapeshift into. I wish to understand colour theory and anatomy in drawing.

What a Strange Dream... “Sometimes, a Higher Being or ‘God’ will choose a soul and mark them. It is not clear why, but it appears that when the soul is marked, they will experience extreme fluctuation on the Aspect that the God represents, often causing the soul to fall into deep emotional distress. Then, the God approaches the soul, and gives them a choice; a trial for their freedom or servitude until their moral body stops and dies. They spin stories of comfort and purpose to their mark, and most mean it, but some just use them as ‘playthings’ until they get bored. Most marks, at some of the lowest times of their life, and knowing no better, agree. It is better, in a way for them; they get their marks lifted, and their Aspects back to a normal consistency. But most grow to hate their new masters, and try to destroy themselves, causing deep pain to them and the God. Cases are rare, but not unheard of.” - an extract from ‘A Simple Guide to the Idyllic Principles and High Beings’ . . . Rising mist, no clouds... Red, yellow, black, green and all too bright. A figure, tall, a break from the light... Do you want... an escape? A leave? A difference? To leave and never come back? Your luck is terrible; everything goes wrong. So why not leave? Leave here and stay with me. It’ll be better. I promise. I breathe out, then in again. Logic said yes, but reasoning said ‘too good to be true’. No. A whisper. A slight change in the cold air. Well then, I just have to do it by force then? One minute here, one minute gone. _+_ Where am I? Atlas thought to himself, as he watched the bizarre events in front of him unfold. The last thing he remembered before he appeared in this place full of shouting people was him going to bed after another late night of revision. Finals were around the corner, and he could not risk being unprepared. But now, he was in a sort of stadium, and in the middle, a man wearing a large gold coat was playing Poker with a very bedraggled woman, looking around his age. Before they had been playing Blackjack, then Roulette. A large scoreboard above them showed the score: 0-2, in favour of the man in the coat. Suddenly, the woman put her cards down. “Fold?” the dealer asked. The woman nodded. Oh come on, you can do better than that! Atlas thought to himself as the man in the coat flicked his cards onto the table again. The woman had folded the entire round, not even trying. It was like she was trying to lose. The stadium was doused in confetti and cheers again, and the score changed from 0-2 to 0-3. “Not even one attempt to stand against me, dearest Ekfriril?” the man in the coat asked. Ekfriril? Atlas had known an Ekfriril, she was in his English class. He had never particularly cared for her, just seeing her as the ‘unlucky girl who needed to stop talking during class’. But now, under the bright lights and excited stares, she looked like a bug under a microscope; uncomfortable and trapped. Ekfriril said something quietly, and the man in the coat loudly announced to the crowd that “Our dearest guest will be taking a short break! She must be so tired from playing with us for so long!” The scoreboard flipped to a 10 minute timer, and most of the audience headed to some nearby booths. The people around the booth were yelling, pushing coloured pieces of paper into a thin window, shouting bets like their lives depended on it. A place to place bets? Atlas thought, as Ekfriril walked over to a small bench on the side of the stadium and sat down. Well, more like collapsed. It looked like her soul had left her body the way she fell, and then, seven smoky versions of Ekfriril appeared around her. This dream is getting weirder and weirder... _+_ Loud... all too loud... too many people... You can’t give up! Not now! Who... are you... We ARE you. Differnt versions of you. We can help you. You won’t even feel a thing. Anything... Anything but this... _+_ BRRR BRRR BRRR. The had finished, sending everyone else scrambling back to their seats. Ekfriril was still slumped over in her seat, but two of the smoky ‘versions’ of her walked up the man in the coat. “Oh, and how is Ekfriril doing?” he asked, with a malicious undertone. “Don’t worry about her.” a cyan version of Ekfriril said, walking in front of him. “Let’s get the next game going.” “Yeah, bring it on!” the red version said. “Hey you! Yes you!” Atlas turned around. A sunshine yellow and tea green Ekfriril stood behind him, holding the ‘normal’ Ekfriril. The yellow one passed Atlas a wooden slip with a few words on it. Below, Cyan and Red were having an intense game of mahjong with the man and another, not paying attention to what was unfolding above. “Take this. Go out to the outer gate and ask for ‘K-47’. They’ll take you back. But hurry, get back before sunrise or your souls will be stuck here forever. We’ll distract him as best we can. Hurry. Please. For her sake.” Before he could say anything, Atlas was herded to an exit by Yellow. Green passed over Ekfriril, who was unnaturally light (no time to think about this now though), to Atlas, and they pushed him out the door. What. Is. Going. On. Atlas thought as the stumbled out. The door slammed shut behind him. The dark hallway that greeted him was eerily quiet compared to the deafening stadium behind him. Well, just don’t panic, get to the ‘gate’, or whatever they meant, and leave. Easy, right? Atlas started down the hall, but as he was about to turn the corner, a skeletal figure jumped at him. Atlas, reasonably, screamed. He backed up, just to see another one come crawling over. Their faces were grey, like they hadn’t seen light in years, and their flesh was rotting away, covered with scraps of cloth. “Please...” one said, raising a skeletal hand to Atlas. “Just... a little... a little money... just once more... I can win this time...” “Please... another chance to gamble with him... For the thrills... I’ll give anything...” What are these people?!? Atlas thought frantically as he started slowly backing into another hallway. They talked about gambling with ‘him’, maybe the man in the coat? Where even am I? Why am I here? Who are these people? More of the ‘people’ started appearing; from every hall, every corridor. Atlas started running, pushing through them, taking random turns. They all followed, slowly but surely. “WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?” Atlas yelled, borderline manic. But they didn’t respond; they never did. They just continued to mumble, almost to themselves. Eventually, after many turns and dead ends, Atlas finally reached a door. He kicked it open to reveal a vast sky, stained violet and magenta in the pre-dawn light. A fence surrounded Atlas’s vision, with a large gate in the middle about 100m away. “K-49? K-49?” Atlas yelled, desperate. The ‘people’ had gained on him, just passing the threshold of the door. “Whoever you are, please help!” He took out the wooden slip, and waved it around best he could while holding Ekfriril, who had only grown lighter. “...Infinite depths of water... reflection.” A large sheet of what appeared to be water appeared behind him. When the ‘people’ saw it, they ran away back into the darkness. “You. Person. What do you want?” Atlas looked up. There was a figure, shrouded in darkness, looking down at him from the roof of the building he had exited. Atlas held out the slip. “I was told to give this to you. They said you’d help us leave.” The figure, presumably ‘K-49’ jumped down from the roof, grabbed the slip and examined it. “Very well then.” They slipped the slip into a bag, and grabbed Atlas’s arm. Quickly, they began making their way towards the gate, ‘K-49’ chanting mysterious words as they walked. “Woah ho ho...” A voice said from behind him. Crap! Atlas thought, turning around. The man in the coat was behind him, with what looked like guards. “You thought you could escape? Don’t kid me, this is literally MY domain! How could YOU, a third rate god do anything against me?” ‘K-49’ moved to stand in front of Atlas and Ekfriril, and held up what Atlas thought was some sort of seal. “I am on business for the Chrono Commission. Stand and forfeit these souls and their bodies, and no other measures will be taken.” The man in the coat stood back, and seemed to consider it for a bit. “How about a bet?” he proposed. He produced a coin out from a pocket, and held it up to the light. “Heads, and I let them go. Tails, and I keep them. Deal?” “Why would I be so foolish to gamble with the god of gambling?” ‘K-49’ asked sarcastically. And then they pushed Atlas back, sending him and Ekfriril tumbling through the gate. They fell into a sea of blues, then green, then yellow, then orange, then red, Atlas’s head reeling. Down and down and down and down... . . . _=_ Ugh... why does my head hurt so much... I didn’t hit yesterday, right? Anyways, that was a wack dream, but it’s alright now! Time to go back to being happy Ekfriril, who can do anything. Time to go back to normal. : ) _=_ Atlas woke up to the sound of a blaring alarm clock. 8:50am. CRAP, I OVERSLEPT! Atlas thought, as he quickly packed all his things and ran to his next class, barely a thought about the weird dream he just had.