07-17-2014, 03:51 PM
The previous chamber dwarfed the size of the one Jaxen now found himself in. Surprisingly, he was in awe of the shape in the center rather than searching immediately for an exit, but he peeled his eyes off the incomprhensible shape long enough to do just that. Of course there were none.
He rounded the object he could only describe as an acrylic archway. It was transparent and thin as a ribbon, yet was held upright without support nor suspension. Which meant it was probably drilled into the floor somehow. Either way, whatever force of balance kept the arch standing, he had the sense that the briefest graze would send it toppling. Of course he touched it.
A gentle graze of his fingerpads found the arcylic slick and cool to the touch, but otherwise not outstanding.
He glanced out into the larger chamber. The naga ninja was still blocking him in. He frowned.
"This is the magic door I'm suppose to go through?"
He called but his voice didn't seem to carry far.
He looked back up at it and wondered if direction of approach mattered. What would happen if he passed through? A brief pat down of himself found nothing on him he could toss through, except.. An earring. He was wearing a tiny blue jewel in one ear that he only picked out because it matched the coat. He otherwise had no clue where he'd gotten it.
After rounding and pulling the stud out, he stood behind the arch and tossed it through. It disappeared like a pebble hitting the surface of the water, and he frowned again. His gaze lifted toward the Naga once more.
Let's get this over with, he thought with a smirk. He saluted her mockingly and stepped confidently through.
There was no time to gasp as a bright light blinded him, and the roar of an unimaginable engine blazed his ears. He was stretched, folded, and pulled apart once more as though the second version of himself was an exact copy of the first. His stomach flopped and he felt a knee hit the ground on the other side.
His palms steadied himself on a cool tile floor where he knelt on one knee; agile and swift, he immediately pushed away and rounded to face what was certainly going to be some sort of assualt. He gasped when he realized nothing was there. Not so much as the archway he'd passed through. He was simply in the middle of a room. Some sort of ... library?
He turned in a slow circle. Books lined three of the four walls from floor to ceiling. The fourth was entirely filled with windows overlooking a cityscape he did not recognize. He passed by rich, comfortable-seeming furniture to get a better look. His fingers grazed the mantle of a marble fireplace as he passed.
He must have been in the upper floor of a high-rise building because the city was sprawled out far below. The white-stone buildings reminded him vaguely of Santorini, the city sat on the edge of a jewel-blue ocean. The harbor was filled with medieval looking ships, though, and he shivered. This was definitely not Greece.
He turned to make his demands of the empty room. There were no doors in or out. No obvious doors, anyway.
"Alright! Your Ancient is here! Now what!?"
He rounded the object he could only describe as an acrylic archway. It was transparent and thin as a ribbon, yet was held upright without support nor suspension. Which meant it was probably drilled into the floor somehow. Either way, whatever force of balance kept the arch standing, he had the sense that the briefest graze would send it toppling. Of course he touched it.
A gentle graze of his fingerpads found the arcylic slick and cool to the touch, but otherwise not outstanding.
He glanced out into the larger chamber. The naga ninja was still blocking him in. He frowned.
"This is the magic door I'm suppose to go through?"
He called but his voice didn't seem to carry far.
He looked back up at it and wondered if direction of approach mattered. What would happen if he passed through? A brief pat down of himself found nothing on him he could toss through, except.. An earring. He was wearing a tiny blue jewel in one ear that he only picked out because it matched the coat. He otherwise had no clue where he'd gotten it.
After rounding and pulling the stud out, he stood behind the arch and tossed it through. It disappeared like a pebble hitting the surface of the water, and he frowned again. His gaze lifted toward the Naga once more.
Let's get this over with, he thought with a smirk. He saluted her mockingly and stepped confidently through.
There was no time to gasp as a bright light blinded him, and the roar of an unimaginable engine blazed his ears. He was stretched, folded, and pulled apart once more as though the second version of himself was an exact copy of the first. His stomach flopped and he felt a knee hit the ground on the other side.
His palms steadied himself on a cool tile floor where he knelt on one knee; agile and swift, he immediately pushed away and rounded to face what was certainly going to be some sort of assualt. He gasped when he realized nothing was there. Not so much as the archway he'd passed through. He was simply in the middle of a room. Some sort of ... library?
He turned in a slow circle. Books lined three of the four walls from floor to ceiling. The fourth was entirely filled with windows overlooking a cityscape he did not recognize. He passed by rich, comfortable-seeming furniture to get a better look. His fingers grazed the mantle of a marble fireplace as he passed.
He must have been in the upper floor of a high-rise building because the city was sprawled out far below. The white-stone buildings reminded him vaguely of Santorini, the city sat on the edge of a jewel-blue ocean. The harbor was filled with medieval looking ships, though, and he shivered. This was definitely not Greece.
He turned to make his demands of the empty room. There were no doors in or out. No obvious doors, anyway.
"Alright! Your Ancient is here! Now what!?"