|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2026 4:58 pm
Thinking for a moment of his husband and how they'd encouraged this little curiosity of his, Chalcanthite kept the building excitement over the prospect of getting off-world with someone more neutral as he took Almadel's arm. While his opinion hadn't been the best of them during the kosopod infestation at their museum, as well as how Brassite had been pulled out into space, one-on-one, the merchant seemed well enough for his needs. "Of course, stories are something I enjoy hearing as well as telling. Though the database is something I had limited access to, you would have to speak with the knight who owns it to find out more." Keeping the name out for now, since it would be something worth trading for information later, he looked up at the sky once more. "I saw Hamelin flooding, though that must have been so long ago that I believe much of the water has probably receded, or at least evaporated." Putting a time to those glimpses he'd gotten after drinking the vials had been hard. It wasn't something he could ask the average person, and even more than that, the likelihood of someone both being from that time and not being combative had been a hard combination to find. "Off we go then?" Keeping his voice patient and calm still, even as he was preparing himself to try and remember everything he could see and explore as much as he could in whatever time was allowed. He wouldn't be rude, not especially since it wouldn't benefit further meetings with Almadel.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun May 03, 2026 8:19 pm
"Hold on tightly," Almadel cautioned, sounding too satisfied with himself for there to carry any ounce of danger. "I suppose this will feel strange. But trust me. He smiled sweetly, and then-- There was darkness. Flickering purple in the far distance, and faint flashes of light. Everything moved too quickly, and it was like seeing a thousand skies simultaneously, all eventually swallowed and reborn in the vast darkness of space. Things were bright and vibrant at first--and then, dark. The air smelled of petrichor and gunpowder--and then of sulfur, and salt, and sea. The process was strange, not at all like how Chalcanthite was used to teleporting. He did not simply displace himself from one space and manifest in another--it was like he was stretched, and squished, all at once. Gravity was everywhere and nowhere. He was floating, and falling, and being flung forward at skin peeling speeds. The universe expanded around him. Collapsed around him. Everything, and nothing. It stopped, but the sensation lingered. His senses came back slowly. The darkness lingered, like a black haze that choked not just his sight, but his hearing, and his self. Slowly, it eased away. Almadel stayed by his side, arm hooked with Chalcanthite, holding him as if he expected his legs would have given out. "Here we are," he hummed. "You should be able to breathe now. Give yourself a moment, though. It might feel a bit like waking up." If you'd passed out and been shaken awake.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue May 12, 2026 5:30 pm
It was sound advice, though he hadn't fully expected how strange this method of travel would feel. It wasn't quite a death grip, but that momentary feeling of falling had caused his whole body to tense. Ever since that bath in the ice, he'd had even more of an aversion to the feeling of falling. It was unfathomably uncomfortable, and when his body started to come around, he couldn't avoid dry heaving. Glad that he had skipped his last meal due to busyness. At first, Almadel's voice didn't seem to register; it took another few seconds of eternity to catch up to what they were saying. Remembering how to breathe, how to stand without swaying, how to really just be, took a few moments more as his brain caught up to the involuntary actions of his body. And once he felt like he was stable again, he blinked and looked ahead at the water-worn stones and the roofless building before them. The fact that it was real, even if it looked different than the snippets of the past he had seen, took his breath away again. "Here we are... Hamelin." Finally letting go of Almadel's arm, he smoothed his uniform down and fixed a few stray hairs that had ended up dangling in his face. Putting himself together again while trying not to dwell on the fact that he'd experience that again when they left. The air smelled almost of nothing, just the slightest hint of stagnant water. If it had been a thousand years since someone had been here, it made sense that whatever living creatures or plants that may have withered or rotted had diffused enough to not stink anymore. Taking a step forward, only staggering for half a moment before righting himself for the next step, he looked back at Almadel. "Shall we look around? I have part of a map at least, though things could have changed when this place fell."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2026 10:41 am
Almadel stood by Chalcanthite, unperturbed by this method of transportation, but patted the General's shoulder reassuringly as if that might ease the discomfort and bring him back to his senses any quicker. It was a surprising gesture of humanity and a testament to Almadel's restraint, given how eagerly he was already surveying the area. He even waited for Chalcanthite to take the first step forward before he did the same, matching his gait exactly. "Oh, I'd be delighted to accompany you while you look around. Part of a map is better than no map at all." Although, Almadel was obviously not one who was restrained by the path someone had laid out for him to follow. His tail danced mischievously behind him. "Is there anything you want me to keep an eye out for?" ...Or, anything he should keep his hands off of?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2026 6:42 pm
While the structure wasn't much to look at, not compared to what it had in the past, the decorated tile floor was at least semi-intact as he looked between it and the map he'd scrounged together. "A safe, behind a painting. Though I doubt that either the safe or the painting is intact after this much time. But given things being undisturbed, it might not be all that surprising if some things are still as they were. As for other things to keep an eye out for, some sections had to have collapsed from the water, so I would be careful." Already, he scanned over the tiles and stone, trying to plot where they were in relation to the map he had. It still felt surreal, being in this place that he'd seen on Ekstrom's database, but also in its active downfall. "Whatever we find, I assure you that I would be up for negotiating sharing things with you, outside of the items that I remember being hidden. Those are my focus, but perhaps there might be something more here than water-stained stone and decayed papers." Walking ahead with purpose, as if he were coming back home after a long time away, he couldn't help but wonder what else he might see if he managed to sneak another of those questionable vials in here. With his track record, though, he didn't exactly want someone witnessing him in the midst of whatever came to his mind. It was still risky, but his curiosity and the fact that there was solid proof that what he'd seen was real, he was confident that the risk was worth what he could gain.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
