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((@Meli_p0p I dunno. I don't care either way, but it isn't up to me.

@Invisimort Can I just say that I loved that last interaction? Riddle's really funny Until that last post, however, I didn't know that Riddle was a girl o3o))

Peter: Okay, where do I start? Well, basically, this world isn't nearly the only world that exists. There are countless universes all floating around in some greater space that we call the Planar Universe. These planes wind around in a variety of shapes, and they often intersect each other. We call these intersections "waypoints." The planes influence each other greatly, and the closer they are together, the more silimar they'll be. Likewise, if you go farther out, things will start to look less and less like your own plane.

The planes don't just float randomly, though. Some part of each one touches the Center of the Planar Universe, which we just shorten to the Center. It's a ball of immeasurable size, a maelstrom of life and energy. This is where the life and energy from all the planes is circulated. When a plant or a creature dies, these things are released, and they fly back here. From here, they're spewed out to some random plane to take root there and begin new life in a new form. The Center also acts as a pacemaker, if you will, for the passage of time in each of the planes. Time is relative, and it speeds up and slows down erratically. We don't notice this, of course, since we live in it. But no matter how quickly or slowly time is moving, it happens at the same rate on every plane. This is because they all touch the Center. It's like a heart. You can cut it into pieces, and the pieces will still beat, but at different speeds. Put them together and add the pacemaker, and they all beat at the same time.

Additionally, the places where the planes touch the Center are...unstable? Well, that's not quite the right word, but stuff from the planes can...fall in. People, animals, objects, whatever. They can slip right into the Center, where they're shot off to some random plane in a matter of seconds. It's always around the surface, too. Nothing with mass can ever go through the Center. It's overwhelming enough just to be near it. Anyway, the area where the plane touches the Center can be any size. There are some that have become renowned geographic locations--I've heard names like The Collins' Grounds and the Bermuda Triangle--or they can be rather small. I know a friend of mine, Karin, once found one of these in someone's sock drawer!

I'm sorry, am I boring you? I feel like I've talked a lot. It just that...well, there's a lot to say. Those are most of the details concerning the Planar Universe, and it's all you basically need to know. I didn't get into bonders and Sybek, or any of the species that are out there besides humans, because those are other talks entirely. I guess I could give you the rundown of those, too, if you wanted, but I don't want to put you to sleep or anything.

((Did you just enjoy your crash-course in the Planar Universe? It seems like an info dump now, but I ease into it in the story. It's just that I had to compress all the information, and well...you got that. And that's not the tip of the iceberg! And yeah, I came up with all of this stuff x_x I swear, Soulbonders has had the most pre-planning out of anything I've ever written, ever.

Can you tell me something, though? Has this lecture made you interested in it? Would you want to read it? (No, it isn't up here just yet.) I'd just like to know if it's an intriguing idea.))

Posted: 1/31/2011 10:32:40 AM
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*First off, Yeah. Riddle's a girl. I am bad at giving early indicators of gender, and Riddle has a pretty androgynous personality. And I'm glad you liked it, cos I almost attached an addendum being all 'Sorry it's so long and insane'.
Your explanation of planes was fascinating- because I also have... I guess I just call it 'interdimensional travel' and I just sorta hide it because I didn't think it through all the way. My MC goes into a closet in a telecommunication centre and then POOF! he's in another dimension. It also reminds me of..I wanna say string theory, but I dunno if that's the right one.
I think your explanation is well thought out, and I would DEFINITELY go read it. I also want to know why your characters are going through all the planes...Just tell me when it's up here! : )*
T. Mor:(Pensively) Well, that explains the warehouse back where I live I guess...(Tries to explain)See, we had this kid just randomly appear, and the dictator there tried to kill him. for the Internet....And there was...uh...It's confusing. (Changing subject after he failed miserably at explaining things.) So why did you come here? Like, I mean instead of like some other plane?
Riddle:(Chucks the brick angerily. It couldn't set fire to anything to save it's life.) Clearly it's for the atmosphere T. Mor. (To herself) Although, I would prefer the atmosphere better if it were ON FIRE. But NOOOO. Mr. Brick over there won't hold a spark. (Glaring daggers at brick.)
T. Mor: (Eye Roll at Riddle) Forget the brick Riddle. Don't you want to learn more about what we're all doing...here? I mean this guy seems REALLY smart.
Riddle: (Oblivious to T. Mor's request. She didn't even hear him.) T. Mor? Can I borrow your pistol?
T. Mor: NO. Wait- why?
Riddle: I WANT THAT BRICK TO BURN.
T. Mor: (tired sarcasm. He deals with this too much.) and shooting it will help...How? (Riddle shrugs innocently.) Exactly.
Riddle: Fine, T. Mor. I see how it is. (Turns to Peter) You have magic fire-power! Right? (A Little forceful. somewhat scary.)
T. Mor: What did the brick ever do to you? (Giving up) Really, Peter I'm sorry. I personally Really wanna know why we're here, but I know from experience that she gets less and less nice from here.

Posted: 1/31/2011 5:07:17 PM
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((Thanks! It's up now, as of about thirty or so minutes ago I definitely want to read your story, too ^_^

Oh, and it's more like M Theory ("M" standing for "membrane").))

Peter: Well, I was avoiding an attack from the Sybek. In a nutshell, they're a destructive cult, and if they touch you, you die. My team scattered. They're probably out somewhere else, all trying to figure out where they are, too. And, uh, thanks, but I'm not all that smart. I'm just knowledgeable. We all have to be if we want to survive. (to Riddle, somwhat uncomfortably) Er, it isn't exactly magic, but I guess you could say that.

Posted: 1/31/2011 5:50:39 PM
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Riddle: Can YOU set the brick alight?
T. Mor: That's really all you can think about? He just tells us his team is all over the bloody universe- and you still just want that brick on fire? (Disbelieving, but should know better.) Riddle, get your priorities staright!
Riddle: (Glares at T. Mor, then turns toward Peter.) Look I realise there was a cult in your base, killin' your dudes...and I um...T. Mor? What's that word?
T. Mor: What word?
Riddle: That word you use all the time when you have feelings?
T. Mor: Sadness? Pain? Regret? Last time you asked me something like that it was because something was stuck in your boot...Is that it?
Riddle: no...( thinks really hard. and checks boot, just to be sure.) Uhm...starts with an s?
T. Mor: Sympathy? (Laughs) Riddle- Your'e sympathetic? I somehow doubt that.
Riddle: If you murder the crap out of the brick we'll come with you and find your dudes. 'Cause...I am sympathy.(Turns to T. Mor) Was that right? Did I use it right? I can't tell.
T. Mor: Close enough. The thought was there. Sort of. (Back to Peter) Yes. We'll come help (T. Mor uses airquotes) Find your dudes.

*OOH! I'm gonna go check!! Mine should be up...erm...Soon-ish?*

Posted: 1/31/2011 6:19:44 PM
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((I still love Riddle xD))

Peter: No, I can't set the brick on fire. It won't burn. I can only burn flammable things. As for finding my team, thank you for the sentiment, but there's really nothing that can be done. Like me, they're masking their signatures. We don't want the Sybek coming after us. What will probably happen is that we'll all find a waypoint somewhere or other that will take us back to A-3, and we'll regroup there. I-- (He pauses, then smiles. He walks a few feet in front of him, turns to his right, and holds his hands out. Blue and white lights shine, and a cracking noise splits the air. Another young man, approximately seventeen years old, appears, and he quickly falls forward. Peter catches him and helps him to his feet.) Senet! (He pronounces it "suh-nay") Glad you could make it.
Senet: (in a French accent) Peter! Deedunt expect to see you here.
Peter: Do you know what happened to Nike (pronounced "nee-kay") and Sarah?
Senet: Non. I was tryeeng to figure out where I was, and I found dees waypoint. Looks like you deed, too! Do you know how to get to A-3 from here?
Peter: If I did, I'd be on A-3 right now. Oh! (He turns to Riddle and T. Mor) This is one of my team-mates, Senet. Senet, Riddle and T. Mor.
Senet: (He nods his head and smiles.) Nice to meet you.

Posted: 1/31/2011 7:39:50 PM

((Well, it be your turn. Also, I think you should just call it what it was named on the Inkpop forums, so it doesn't seem so exclusive. It's not just of our characters, even if we've been the most active ones as of late. If you can rename the the thread, I'd suggest doing so. If not, maybe delete your post and make a new one? I would take this down once that happened.))

*Thanks. : ) She's been in my head for years. Ok, fixed. In the mean time...Enjoy!*
Riddle: Hi. Can you set things on fire too?(Walks right up to Senet.)
T. Mor: Oh no. No no no no.( Pulls Riddle back a bit.) He is not going to set that brick on fire either. Nobody is. (He takes the brick, and throws it it lands some 30 feet away.) Excuse her.
Riddle: (Totally flabbergasted.) WHAT DID YOU DO?
T. Mor: Riddle- it's fine. (Through gritted teeth. Turns toward Senet.) Hi. I'm T. Mor. So you do all this moving through planes stuff too? Does it hurt?
Riddle:(is frantically searching for the brick.) T. MOR YOU VILE...PERSON! I CAN'T FIND IT! HOW WILL I BURN IT NOW?(from rather far away)
T. Mor: I killed it Riddle. (flatly.) It died. Ok?
Riddle: You should have just said that then. no need for all the drama T. Mor. (Comes back to where everyone is standing.) So are we gonna go planet hopping?

((Je suis desolée! I forgot my password for the longest time, not to mention that I've been busy as of late x_x

By the way, when Senet is talking, "hr" denotes that fancy-shmancy French r sound.))

Senet: (gives Peter a questioning look) How much do zey know?
Peter: I gave them the basic rundown. I mean, I sorta landed here by accident anyway--much like you did--so I had to say something. Besides, T. Mor seemed really interested.
Senet: (turning to T. Mor) I sheeft zrough ze planes as well. Undehr ohrdinahry cihrcumstances, eet shouln't huhrt. Eet's mohre exhausting zan anyzing. When you sheeft wizout a waypoint, zough, or when you'hre low on enehrgy, zat's when eet can be painful. (To Riddle) Euh, I can't set anyzing on fihre, but I can do zees. (He begins to rise into the air, winds whipping around him alone. With a grin, he shoots up to the ceiling, touches it, and lands softly back where he was standing.) Petehr may conthrol fihre, but ze weends ahre mine.
Peter: (jokingly) Aw, shut up. You know wind is my subtype! (Remembering, and addressing Riddle) Jumping through the planes is easier said than done. Since you two aren't bonders, Senet and I would have to take you. Shifting for yourself and another is pretty taxing. It's not impossible, but it's tough. Especially without a waypoint. Not only that, but we'd have to take you back, too. Frankly, we have jobs to do. We're Scouts, and we're still on a mission. We're only resting now so we can regain our energy. After that, we'll find the rest of our team and head out again...(darkly)...providing everything went well back there.
Senet: Don't zink like zat! Of couhrse zey'hre alhright. Nike and Sahrah ahre tough.

(That's ok. I was really busy on my end too.)

Riddle: (Is awed by the floating Senet.) Did you invent---
T. Mor: don't mind her silly questions. She's crazy.
Riddle: (Struggling to finish sentence from behind T .Mor.) Tornadoes?
T. Mor:(facepalm.) Shut up Riddle. You can ask stupid questions later.
Riddle: You don't know that. We could all spontaneously combust, and then I'd have no one to talk to. Or we could go with them and then be attacked by them Sybek dudes. And THEN I'D HAVE NOONE TO TALK TO. (Louder foremphasis.) Or--(Is cut off again by T. Mor)
T. Mor: I get it. (Turns back toward Peter and Senet) So we can't come with you? Well...ok. Do you know how we could get back to our universe alone then?
Riddle: Weren't you LISTENING? they said it would be TAXING. Not impossible. All we have to do is find one a' them waypoint thingys and some granola bars for energy. or we could just evade the taxes. YAY! TAX EVASION!
T. Mor: Not that kind of taxing.(Sigh)

((Forgive me, but I completely forget how your characters got here. I also can't remember if you came first, or if I did. I think you did, though.))

Peter: (blinks) Wait, this isn't the universe you're from? Why didn't you say so? In that case, it is now our duty to bring you back. You'll have to wait a little while longer, though. (to Senet) We'll bring them to A-3 and introduce them to the researchers.
Senet: D'accord.
Peter: (back to T. Mor) When we get to A-3, the researchers will allow you to access their plane databases so you can find the one you came from. Once you know that, a couple of bonders will take you there. Also, if you want to be educated further in the Planar Universe and soulbonders, that'll be open to you as well. You could become a bonder yourself. I should warn you now, though, that if you become a bonder, things will never be the same for you again. You'd unlock your natural abilities to traverse through the Planar Universe and to control whatever element or energy you identify with, but most of all, you'd be able to speak with your soul.
Senet: (with a grin, which he appears to do a lot.) Cahreful, zere! Tell 'eem too much now, and 'ee'll become a bondehr wezer 'ee wants to ohr not!
Peter: Right, right.
Senet: (to Riddle) And non, I deed not eenvent tornadoes.

(I dunno how they got here either. According to their universe, they fell through an electrical closet. Knowing Riddle though, they probably did something silly like walk on from stage right. I checked the forum...and you came on first.)

T. Mor: I thought you knew that we didn't live here. This place is actually a far cry better than anything back home...I mean you can actually see the sky.
Riddle: You can see the sky at home...it's just ugly.
T. Mor: Pretty much, actually.(Shocked to be agreeing with Riddle for a change.)
Riddle: We COULD just stay here you know.(Thoughtfully)
T. Mor: oh yes, and I'm sure your Lovely father would be ok with that. And what about August? (Irritatedly)
Riddle: What ABOUT August? He's annoying and he eats too much. AND he smells funny.
T. Mor: (Raises eyebrow) And your father?
Riddle: He can go die in a fire for all I care. (Bitterly.)
T. Mor: (takes deep breath.) Riddle we can't stay here. (Seems to be bracing for an explosion)
Riddle:(is terribly angry. the anger radiates off her in waves.) Fine. T. Mor. FINE. CLEARLY I HAVE NO SAY IN THE MATTER, BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT IMMORTAL. JUST SHUT UP T. MOR.
T. Mor:(now Ignoring Riddle furiously.) I dunno if I can commit to becoming a bonder...at least not while things suck in my home universe- But thnk you for the help and the offer. Why do we have to wait to leave? (stiffly As a result of Riddle tension.)

((Ah. How'd they appear in this little place, though?))

Peter: (thinking to Senet through Sesria) Did she say 'immortal'?
Senet: (back to Peter through his own soul, shaking his head slightly) I think she did.
Peter: (out loud, to T. Mor) We have to wait because in order for Senet and me to take you back, we need to regain our energy. Remeber how I said it was taxing? That's with full energy. If he and I don't have enough of it when we shift you, it'll kill us. As you can well imagine, we don't really want that happening.

(My best guess is that they tumbled though an electrical closet in their world and fell out here. Society there worships the Internet as a god, and it is sentient. So...in a way the Internet took them there from the electrical closet. Does that help you?)
T. Mor: oh. I see. umm...Does food help? or do you just stand and re-charge? or...(Wants to help but is still rather out of sorts.) I mean I can help...If I can help...Yeah.
Riddle: (Is ignoring T. Mor quite blatantly. Walks right infront of him treading on his toes as she pulls a solitary slightly melted chocolate bar from a pocket, and hands to Peter.) Here. Hope I helped. (Goes back to where she was standing earlier, careful to walk across T. Mor's toes again.)
T. Mor:(Glares angrliy at her.) Fine.(Picks up the arguement again.) Stay here then. If you like it so much. You can go find that bloody brick and spend a fufilling life as an ametur arsonist.(Condescendingly.)
Riddle: Maybe I should!Then I wouldn't have to deal with any of that mess you insist on dragging me into- Any of that revolutionary, life saving junk that you CLAIM is 'oh-so-important' and just be--Crap.(the rage is totally forgotten) I totally lost my train of thought.(Thinks again.) oh yeah... I'M STAYING HERE WITH MY BRICK TO LIVE OUT MY ETERNITY IN PEACE! AND FIRE. (Marches out into the field to find the brick again.)
T. Mor: Don't do that. Don't stay. THE BRICK ISN'T WORTH IT!(yelling as she gets farther away.) LOOK, I'M SORRY I BROUGHT UP YOUR DAD. OK? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANTED TO HEAR?
Riddle:(is suddenly back by the group again.) What? Did I hear an apology?
T. Mor:(Grinding his teeth) yes. Now apologise to these nice people for being such an unholy terror.
Riddle:(Smiling twistedly.) I sincerely apologise for T. Mor's profound stupidity. He will not be so blatantly stupid or condescending or dismissive of ideas for such petty reasons as his employer(Riddle's dad) or his glaring lack of immortality.

(So...I feel like that was really long and confusing. I'd be happy to answer any questions you have about it.)

((I need to read this book xD Is it up yet?))

Peter: No, food doesn't help. Basically, yeah, we just stand around and re-charge. Actually, we should be good to go pretty soon. Senet, have Aiolii map out the planes. Pick one with a waypoint to A-3. Halfway is ideal.
Senet: Alhright.

(No...It's not up yet... It's going through a bit of an overhaul at the moment- Riddle was an unfit narrator- and schoolwork keeps getting in my way. But as soon as I get chapter 1 written less...haphazardly, It will be up.)
T. Mor: so do you ever have to eat? Or do you just absorb energy from...erm...things?
Riddle:What? You mean I gave up my chocolate bar for nothing? I've been saving that for a year and a half!
T.Mor: you did it to be nice. And you don't really need it either...
Riddle: So immortality means I can't be hungry huh?
T. Mor: no...but you just don't NEED it...

((Let me know when it is ))

Peter: (gives a short laugh) Oh, we still need to eat things. We need to nourish our bodies, after all. C's, H's, O's, and N's don't just magically appear. Energy feeds the life, not the body. Really, you can have your chocolate back. (He hands it back to her; he was going to do that anyway. He's suddenly very glad that he decided not to eat it, but keeps that thought to himself.) That's how it works, by the way. For animals that aren't self-aware and for plants, there's just the life and body. For us, self-aware creatures, there's the life, body, and soul. Since souls are bound to our lives, we can't live without the energy they give us. Without souls, however, we wouldn't be self-aware. They benefit from it, too, because without lives to be bound to, they would loose their ties to the world--they have no bodies, after all. It's sort of a symbiotic relationship, I guess.

Riddle:Oh.(Thinks about that for a second...but it's unclear whether she's thinking about what Peter just said or the chocolate she was now holding.) I see. So soul food is just standing around, and people food is well...plain old food...and you need both or else bad junk starts to happen. Like that thing...that...oh- T. Mor buy me a vowel.
T. Mor: Riddle you need more than the vowel. You need the whole dictionary. (Jokingly.)
Riddle: You KNOW what I mean.
T.Mor: I genuinely have no clue what word you want now.
Riddle:that one...with the stomach and that other thing....and you don't have one.
T.Mor:(Stares blankly) I have no idea. Riddle, I never have any idea. Is it fire?
Riddle:(snorts.) No! It's like some emptiness...(struggles with the concept)

Peter: Hunger? Starvation? And life food is energy. Souls don't need food, because they don't have bodies.
Senet: And ze "bad zjunk" ees dyeeng, by ze way.

Riddle: YEAH! Starvation! that's it! How'd you know?
T. Mor: Most people experience that sort of thing. Even YOU experience that sort of thing.
Riddle: But you didn't know.(Pointedly)Wait...I do?
T.Mor: Yes- yes you do. I think. Remember that time you stole that pie?(Is uncertain whether she actually feels hunger or not, since he's never asked.)Riddle: yeah. Your point?
T. Mor: Why'd you steal the pie?
Riddle: I like pie. And I hadn't eaten in like three months or something...

Peter: (shrugs) Context.
Senet: (thinking to Peter) Three months? You heard that too, right?
Peter: (thinking back to him) Yeah. This is weird.
Senet: And it doesn't even work scientifically! How can a body make more cells and protiens without being fed the necessary elements?
Peter: I think you're missing a key point here. She says, you know, that she's immortal.
Senet: ...Right.
Peter: (out loud) Did I hear you correctly? Did you say that you don't need to eat?

Riddle: Yeah, pretty much. I mean- I'll take good snack food any day- but I'm not really...I don't NEED it.
T. Mor: But I bet if you ate like anormal person you wouldn't look like death warmed over all the time.
Riddle: I eat! (Complaining at T. Mor) silverware mostly...
T.Mor: my dishes...formaldehyde...clearly those things are all edible.
Riddle: I eat them. Therefore....EDIBLE. logically. Right? And you don't EAT formaldehyde...you drink it. preferably with a bit of ice and well blended.

Peter: ...
(He and Senet share blank looks.)
Senet: C'est quoi ce bordel?
(Peter smacks Senet's upper arm lightly)

Riddle: I don't know what that means...why are you mad at Senet for saying that?(puzzled)

Peter: He basically said "what the eff," without the euphemism. But...I have to agree. What the eff?

T.Mor: Do the speal. you know you want to.
Riddle: Speal? What is this speal you speak of?
T.Mor: that thing you scared the crap out of August with.(smiles as evilly as possible for being T.Mor. Not very evil.)
Riddle: Oh...this? (Reaches beind her back and grabs left arm, deftly removing it from socket, and twists a little bit. it pulls and tears before falling from her shoulder. Since her blood doesn't circulate there is little gore.) Yeah. I'm immortal. umm...It kinda stinks... both figuratively and literally. 'cause after the first time you die you start to decompose...and that smells....and there's maggots and crap...and you're always falling apart at the most inconvenient time...(is waving around the arm absentmindedly as she talks)And being decapitated is wicked bad...Yeah...Does that help?

((Language warning!

























But yeah, I think these are appropriate reactions.))

Senet: C'EST. QUOI. CE. BORDEL.
Peter: WHAT. THE. FUCK.

(HEHEHE...yes. Quite appropriate! )

Riddle:umm...Tada?(is awkward.)T.Mor? What do I do now?
T.Mor: Re-attach your arm. you don't want to lose it again.
Riddle: Oh. Right. (Pops arm back on like a lego piece.) Crap, I left the duct tape at home. Oh well. I'll notice if it falls back off.(is not quite confident in that.)Umm...nice people we met? Did I scare you to death? I'm not used to that sort of response...although it is quite alot nicer than a bullet in the head so that's a plus...but still. ARE YOU OK? I WOULD BE HAPPY TO ANSWER ANY QUESTIONS YOU MAY HAVE! (Yelling in concern.)
T.Mor:Riddle. Stop yelling. They're not dead. Just in shock and bewilderment.

Peter: ...Y-you...you RIPPED your ARM OFF!
Senet: I've s-seen a lot...but ZEES...
(They have to support each other just to stay up.)
Peter: I...I got less of a shock the first time I BURNED someone to DEATH! How in the name of the GODS...?!
Senet: Answer my questions now, please. Zjust explain everyzing. Befohre I pass out.

Riddle: Erm...Yeah. I pulled it off. It's alot scarier the first time it happens- there's always some dude with an axe.(as if this just occurred to her. She's just noticing the similarity now.) Anyway- I was kinda made like this...My Dad was all "Hmmm...I wanna be Immortal!" (Does a squeaky imitation voice) and then he uhh...I dunno actually...Something I guess. and then I arrived in a small brown box with a packing slip on the stoop of his big castle-y fortress thing. He thinks that The internet had a four-oh-four error and misheard him. But yeah. that's how...
And as for how I'm not a molten pile of flesh by now because of Decomposition and the hideous maggots that continue to try and infest my ears...Preservatives. Formaldehyde is most cost effective, apparently.I wouldn't know- I never BUY any of it...
And if you guys think this is bad....you should see after a few days in the tourture chambers back home.(Is excited to share.) Once I had a tuning fork stuck in my eye! It was CRAZY.
T.Mor: Somehow I think you've made it worse Riddle.