Residual (Chapter One)
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mindcrackloveChapter one of the second part of the story! If you haven't read Monstrous, please do so, as this will make pretty much no sense without it.
I am very excited for this (despite the fact that it's difficult to get started) and I hope you enjoy it. Chapters will likely come out every other day or so, due to the fact that I want more free time to work on my map- it has been very neglected as of late due to Monstrous.
Chapter list: http://tanadin.dreamwidth.org/382.html
Warning, I waste no time in getting back where we left off and shit starts going down very quickly.
Footsteps echoed in the empty stone halls, the sound bouncing around and through his door.
Step.
Clank.
Step.
Clank.
He was asleep, eyes closed against the dim light coming in through the window.
Step.
Clank.
Step.
Clank.
He shifted at the sound of the footsteps, sitting up as he suddenly realized that this wasn’t in his head.
Step.
Clank.
Step.
Clank.
It was real.
Step.
Clank.
But that’s not for awhile, yet.
Chapter One
Mindcrack Territory, Vortex. Unrecorded time, year 373 Minecraftia time. Time instance 483Z.
A spark of corruption raced into the Vortex through a conduit, one formed by a slightly damaged and barely corrupted crystalline worldbuilder power source. The spark had only moments before the Vortex would crush it, so it targeted the first valid things it came into contact with upon entering Mindcrack territory.
The spark located twenty-one pulsing power sources, some more alive than others. They seemed to almost breathe, hidden behind protective casing.
The corruption targeted the most powerful and malevolent of these hearts, these orbs, and dissolved the protection before ducking within.
The heart of a chunk, one swirling with purple and red, pulsed angrily and melted the metal that held it in place, dropping to the floor. The twinges of life within it awakened, drawing the shadows to form a shape around the heart.
The corruption within it strengthened and blossomed, feeding off of its malevolence and hatred that it already possessed, even as it created its strength and form. Eyes barely finished swept over the other twenty orbs.
In time, they would join him.
For he was the first. He was the leader.
He was Specterveil.
Perhaps a difference in viewpoint would be more appropriate.
~~~
Kingdom of Traz’madar, Mincraftia. September 6, year 373. Time instance 483Z.
Vechs was awakened by his bedroom window shattering.
He sat up at the sound, looking around wildly for the source. His eyes locked on the window and he relaxed pretty quickly.
“Zisteau.” he said slowly. “What the hell?”
Zisteau looked up at him from where he was lying on the floor on his back. He grinned sheepishly. “Oh, hey, Vechs. I, uh. I’m sorry about the window.” He got to his feet, wincing at the glass shards in his back.
Vechs sighed and got out of bed (glad that he had pajamas on) to help get the glass out. “How did this happen?”
“I…tripped.”
“How do you trip through a second-story window?”
“I tripped dramatically.”
Vechs glared until Zisteau sighed and explained.
“Okay, I let Seth shoot me out of that cannon he’s been building.”
“Cannon?”
“Yeah. He wanted to shoot someone out of it to see what would happen, and I decided to let him shoot me. He didn’t aim high enough.”
“Why are you shootings yourself out of cannons at six in the morning?”
Zisteau shrugged. “I don’t need to sleep. And everyone knows that Seth’s a mutant and doesn’t, either.”
Vechs groaned. “Well, tell Seth he can fix my window.”
“Yep. I’ll get back to him and tell him to not point the cannon at your window.”
Vechs rolled his eyes and said goodbye to Zisteau, letting the pigman leave his house through the door and not the window. He sighed and started cleaning up the glass, being careful not to cut himself.
That done, he figured he wasn’t getting back to sleep, so he changed into actual clothes and went outside. He had an iron sword and his bow with him; he didn’t feel safe without a weapon of some kind. He still constantly felt vulnerable without his monstrous form at his command and without his worldbuilder powers.
Vechs set a course for Aureylian’s house, finding himself filled with dread (of what, he didn’t know) and knowing that she often could dismiss negative feelings within him. Besides, Aureylian was just a lot of fun to talk to and they hadn’t for several days.
Along the way, he saw Blame and waved at him, but the Skullblade ducked out of sight immediately. He frowned.
Blame had been acting really weird since the portal had been destroyed over a month ago, sometimes avoiding people and seeming really jumpy. He had been especially avoiding Vechs the past two weeks or so- while he would often talk to other people when approached, he would do anything to avoid Vechs.
It was really starting to upset him. He had just made friends with Blame, and now he was being avoided. He sighed, figuring he had done something to annoy him. If Blame didn’t want to talk to him, then he wouldn’t pursue the issue- at least for now. He watched where Blame had disappeared between two buildings before continuing on his way.
He had reached Aureylian’s house and had raised his hand to knock before he remembered that it was six in the morning and that she probably wouldn’t be awake for another two or three hours, at least.
Vechs sighed and turned to leave town and take a walk instead. At least it didn’t matter what time it was for that.
~~~
Blame sighed and leaned against a tree. He had managed to avoid a confrontation with Vechs, but…
Gods, this sucked.
He refused to think about it, though. He wouldn’t think about it.
He closed his eyes, trying to focus on anything, literally anything else.
Step.
Clank.
Nevermind. Anything but that. The sound had haunted him ever since Norazdomu had ‘spiked’ him, as he had come to think of it. He hadn’t mentioned it to anyone, but he often heard the sound in his dreams and awoke to it ringing in his ears. He had no idea what it meant, but it sent chills down his spine and he didn’t like it one bit.
What he liked even less was this horrible sense of dread he had had ever since he had awoken early that morning. Seeing Vechs had sent a spike of it through him and he had ducked away and out of sight. Whatever was going on, it involved the Davion and he really didn’t like that.
A lance of foreboding.
Blame almost physically flinched at the abrupt feeling of doom he got, feeling his mind buzz with the intensity of it. Unknown to him, all other twenty-nine Mindcrackers felt it too, those asleep awakening and hurriedly getting dressed. Everyone subconsciously reached for their weapons and felt safer holding them, not knowing what was coming but feeling horribly, horribly tense.
Step.
Clank.
Step.
Clank.
Blame shook off the thought of the sound in his head, but he could hear a whisper that sounded suspiciously like Norazdomu…
“Be ready.”
Also unknown to him was that Vechs could also hear Norazdomu’s warning, but not the footsteps.
~~~
Vechs froze as he heard Norazdomu’s voice. Coupled with both the dread he had felt when he had woken up and the sudden spike of it that he had just received, it was enough to send him racing back to town, back towards his friends, and back towards Aureylian.
He didn’t know what was coming, but he couldn’t let it get to her. That’s all he knew.
He had no idea that whatever it was had zero interest in her, at least for now.
He had no idea that it was only interested in him.
Specifically, it, or rather they, were interested in his death.
I am very excited for this (despite the fact that it's difficult to get started) and I hope you enjoy it. Chapters will likely come out every other day or so, due to the fact that I want more free time to work on my map- it has been very neglected as of late due to Monstrous.
Chapter list: http://tanadin.dreamwidth.org/382.html
Warning, I waste no time in getting back where we left off and shit starts going down very quickly.
Footsteps echoed in the empty stone halls, the sound bouncing around and through his door.
Step.
Clank.
Step.
Clank.
He was asleep, eyes closed against the dim light coming in through the window.
Step.
Clank.
Step.
Clank.
He shifted at the sound of the footsteps, sitting up as he suddenly realized that this wasn’t in his head.
Step.
Clank.
Step.
Clank.
It was real.
Step.
Clank.
But that’s not for awhile, yet.
Chapter One
Mindcrack Territory, Vortex. Unrecorded time, year 373 Minecraftia time. Time instance 483Z.
A spark of corruption raced into the Vortex through a conduit, one formed by a slightly damaged and barely corrupted crystalline worldbuilder power source. The spark had only moments before the Vortex would crush it, so it targeted the first valid things it came into contact with upon entering Mindcrack territory.
The spark located twenty-one pulsing power sources, some more alive than others. They seemed to almost breathe, hidden behind protective casing.
The corruption targeted the most powerful and malevolent of these hearts, these orbs, and dissolved the protection before ducking within.
The heart of a chunk, one swirling with purple and red, pulsed angrily and melted the metal that held it in place, dropping to the floor. The twinges of life within it awakened, drawing the shadows to form a shape around the heart.
The corruption within it strengthened and blossomed, feeding off of its malevolence and hatred that it already possessed, even as it created its strength and form. Eyes barely finished swept over the other twenty orbs.
In time, they would join him.
For he was the first. He was the leader.
He was Specterveil.
Perhaps a difference in viewpoint would be more appropriate.
~~~
Kingdom of Traz’madar, Mincraftia. September 6, year 373. Time instance 483Z.
Vechs was awakened by his bedroom window shattering.
He sat up at the sound, looking around wildly for the source. His eyes locked on the window and he relaxed pretty quickly.
“Zisteau.” he said slowly. “What the hell?”
Zisteau looked up at him from where he was lying on the floor on his back. He grinned sheepishly. “Oh, hey, Vechs. I, uh. I’m sorry about the window.” He got to his feet, wincing at the glass shards in his back.
Vechs sighed and got out of bed (glad that he had pajamas on) to help get the glass out. “How did this happen?”
“I…tripped.”
“How do you trip through a second-story window?”
“I tripped dramatically.”
Vechs glared until Zisteau sighed and explained.
“Okay, I let Seth shoot me out of that cannon he’s been building.”
“Cannon?”
“Yeah. He wanted to shoot someone out of it to see what would happen, and I decided to let him shoot me. He didn’t aim high enough.”
“Why are you shootings yourself out of cannons at six in the morning?”
Zisteau shrugged. “I don’t need to sleep. And everyone knows that Seth’s a mutant and doesn’t, either.”
Vechs groaned. “Well, tell Seth he can fix my window.”
“Yep. I’ll get back to him and tell him to not point the cannon at your window.”
Vechs rolled his eyes and said goodbye to Zisteau, letting the pigman leave his house through the door and not the window. He sighed and started cleaning up the glass, being careful not to cut himself.
That done, he figured he wasn’t getting back to sleep, so he changed into actual clothes and went outside. He had an iron sword and his bow with him; he didn’t feel safe without a weapon of some kind. He still constantly felt vulnerable without his monstrous form at his command and without his worldbuilder powers.
Vechs set a course for Aureylian’s house, finding himself filled with dread (of what, he didn’t know) and knowing that she often could dismiss negative feelings within him. Besides, Aureylian was just a lot of fun to talk to and they hadn’t for several days.
Along the way, he saw Blame and waved at him, but the Skullblade ducked out of sight immediately. He frowned.
Blame had been acting really weird since the portal had been destroyed over a month ago, sometimes avoiding people and seeming really jumpy. He had been especially avoiding Vechs the past two weeks or so- while he would often talk to other people when approached, he would do anything to avoid Vechs.
It was really starting to upset him. He had just made friends with Blame, and now he was being avoided. He sighed, figuring he had done something to annoy him. If Blame didn’t want to talk to him, then he wouldn’t pursue the issue- at least for now. He watched where Blame had disappeared between two buildings before continuing on his way.
He had reached Aureylian’s house and had raised his hand to knock before he remembered that it was six in the morning and that she probably wouldn’t be awake for another two or three hours, at least.
Vechs sighed and turned to leave town and take a walk instead. At least it didn’t matter what time it was for that.
~~~
Blame sighed and leaned against a tree. He had managed to avoid a confrontation with Vechs, but…
Gods, this sucked.
He refused to think about it, though. He wouldn’t think about it.
He closed his eyes, trying to focus on anything, literally anything else.
Step.
Clank.
Nevermind. Anything but that. The sound had haunted him ever since Norazdomu had ‘spiked’ him, as he had come to think of it. He hadn’t mentioned it to anyone, but he often heard the sound in his dreams and awoke to it ringing in his ears. He had no idea what it meant, but it sent chills down his spine and he didn’t like it one bit.
What he liked even less was this horrible sense of dread he had had ever since he had awoken early that morning. Seeing Vechs had sent a spike of it through him and he had ducked away and out of sight. Whatever was going on, it involved the Davion and he really didn’t like that.
A lance of foreboding.
Blame almost physically flinched at the abrupt feeling of doom he got, feeling his mind buzz with the intensity of it. Unknown to him, all other twenty-nine Mindcrackers felt it too, those asleep awakening and hurriedly getting dressed. Everyone subconsciously reached for their weapons and felt safer holding them, not knowing what was coming but feeling horribly, horribly tense.
Step.
Clank.
Step.
Clank.
Blame shook off the thought of the sound in his head, but he could hear a whisper that sounded suspiciously like Norazdomu…
“Be ready.”
Also unknown to him was that Vechs could also hear Norazdomu’s warning, but not the footsteps.
~~~
Vechs froze as he heard Norazdomu’s voice. Coupled with both the dread he had felt when he had woken up and the sudden spike of it that he had just received, it was enough to send him racing back to town, back towards his friends, and back towards Aureylian.
He didn’t know what was coming, but he couldn’t let it get to her. That’s all he knew.
He had no idea that whatever it was had zero interest in her, at least for now.
He had no idea that it was only interested in him.
Specifically, it, or rather they, were interested in his death.
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Date: Sunday, March 29th, 2015 11:47 pm (UTC)G.C. and (::)(::)(::)(::)(::)(::)(::)(::)
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Date: Monday, March 30th, 2015 01:30 am (UTC)And poor BTC is gonna feel like he's losing his mind for awhile...
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Date: Monday, March 30th, 2015 03:13 am (UTC)There's also...other...shippy things that might show up within the story but those I will not spoil. (It's so difficult to PICK ONE sometimes when you ship one person with like 3 people >_< )
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Date: Monday, March 30th, 2015 04:46 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: Monday, March 30th, 2015 02:47 pm (UTC):D
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Date: Monday, March 30th, 2015 07:52 pm (UTC)I can see that your days of forgetting to log in are behind you.
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Date: Tuesday, March 31st, 2015 07:25 pm (UTC)Sorry, that's just what I think when you described Blame hearing the footsteps.
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Date: Saturday, April 4th, 2015 02:33 am (UTC)And I'll take your word for it- I'm not a doctor who person in any way so there's that. ^^;
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Date: Thursday, April 2nd, 2015 10:20 pm (UTC)