A Better Understanding [closed, contains Nightmare Plot oddness]
Aeneas the blue-striped alien was looking decidedly confident as he marched towards the bright pink bus parked in the City. Well, for somebody who should be suffering from the afflictions of recent dreams, of social reclusion, of mild depression…
But that was just the thing, wasn’t it? Aeneas didn’t suffer from any of those things-rather, he ( Read more... )
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In short, Matt looked like he had just rolled out of bed. Which was probably true due to the size of the coffee cup that he sported, the steaming black liquid smelling like hazelnut. Across the front of it was written "I Put Don Juan's Kids Through Grad School".
"Scuse the mess," yawned Matt as he got up from his chair and slugged a cup down. It was also apparent that Matt was wearing slippers. "I was taking a cat nap every few hours, just long enough to get enough rest without REM kicking in."
"So, Beginners magic then. First things first: TO THE LUMIATORIUM!"
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Matt was suffering. The clothing he wore was so similar to an increasingly common set of garments that Aeneas had seen in the ship population: sleepwear. There was that beverage, too, which smelled as bitter as it tasted and was laced with some sort of potent stimulant. ‘Coffee’, they called it. Tea seemed to be an equivalent in some ways.
The creature gave a quick and violent shake of the head, dilated auricles flopping this way and that, to clear the sadness from his thoughts. Everyone was suffering, yes, but…but Aeneas could continue to play the Nightmare King’s game. He’d keep having those visions, and he’d learn more about himself; and then, once he got close enough, then he could strike back. It would be the best of both worlds, and everyone would thank him and love him and forgive him for taking his time, because it was all part of the plan, ( ... )
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Swiping the star-patterned keycard, he stated, "Watch your step," as the ceiling opened up and air lift him and Aeneas to the lowest point in the bus - the Engine Room.
Stepping out into the lit darkness, they found themselves surrounded by multiple glowing orbs with arcane looking devices and things all around them. And there, in the center was a glowing ball of energy, and inside it twisted five ribbons. "There it is, Aeneas ol' buddy, the Lumia. This is the source of the magic on this bus, and powers the ever-moving nature of it."
Stepping forward and taking a sip to lower the content of drink within his cup, Matt yawned and scratched his head. "First things first; your magical core requires a jumpstart. You're OPEN to the magic but you're not ACTIVE yet. ( ... )
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He abruptly snapped out of his trance, instantly paying attention to Matt’s explanations. Though, he noted with some disdain, they weren’t actual explanations, just…summaries. They begged so many questions, and there were so many uncertainties…How could anyone submit to such blind faith? It just seemed illogical.
So yes, Aeneas would extend his hand, gazing wearily at the ribbons as they floated excitedly in Matt’s hairless palm. Not without clearing up a few things first.
“How…how can so much energy be contained in such tiny fragments?”
And yes, he wouldn’t recoil when a dark blue strand wiggled its way from the mess and plunged itself into his veins. Aeneas trusted Matt that much.
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