Post by Shun Minamoto on Jan 2, 2017 20:05:28 GMT -5
Every time he tried something new, now, Shun added even more criteria to the list. Was he improving enough to refine his teleportations even further? What kind of worlds could he hunt down? What kind of worlds even existed? At first, he was worried that he might accidentally create a combination of criteria that didn’t actually exist. The more he experimented, though, the more he tested just how well his powers would obey his will, the more he discovered that no such world existed, because they all did.
Anything Shun imagined, he figured, he would find.
That thought frightened him more than finding a hole in reality. Everything he had done so far was a variation on the core ideas of the world he came from, he was starting to realize. Shinigami, Hollows, Quincy, and other Humans. These things all existed in some form or another and created the backbone of the spiritual side of humanity as a whole.
So, what if he looked outside that box? What if he looked for a world where Shinigami didn’t exist naturally? What would happen to him, if he appeared there? What about Hollows, what if he looked for something that got rid of those?
That question, and others like it, was how Shun created a set of rules. He was trying to get home, not to explore the endless multiverse. He already created problems by interfering in a world, a system, that he didn’t belong in. Only by keeping himself very aware of the potentially far-reaching consequences of his actions—he had found a reason to hate Tokiyo anew—had he managed to stave of disaster for the past few decades.
If nothing else, he had done that well.
But this world, an attempt to get very close to his own, but far in the future—he found that he couldn’t use time as criterion—was a more advanced world. A world with wild technologies, large-scale experiments, and vastly growing knowledge.
So what he found, he discovered, was a world many centuries in the future relative to his home, just as he wanted. But everything, aside from the expected and at times, wondrous advances in technology, completely normal. Oddly normal, in fact. Something about the whole world, and the people in it, seemed off.
Shun struggled to so much as explain it, and had retreated to the forest outside of the Rukongai. He found a collapsed tree and sat on it, trying to put words to his feelings. It was like everyone reminded him more of Tokiyo, Takua, Ezekiel, or even Rania, after their time together in Paris. Like they were all pushed, or being pushed, almost systematically, to greater and greater personal zeniths.
A series of symphonies in perfect harmony, creating souls of great development and, yes, strength. This world, unlike most any he had visited, seemed to have the densest concentration of powerful souls. None quite as great as him, at least none he found in his first few days here, but they had become something he could almost call common.
Like an author too obsessed with great power and achievement to tell a compelling story. The result? Something that just felt off and unnatural, once he dared to peek beneath the surface.
A fitting description, given who was responsible for it.
*****
552 Words
Munin
Anything Shun imagined, he figured, he would find.
That thought frightened him more than finding a hole in reality. Everything he had done so far was a variation on the core ideas of the world he came from, he was starting to realize. Shinigami, Hollows, Quincy, and other Humans. These things all existed in some form or another and created the backbone of the spiritual side of humanity as a whole.
So, what if he looked outside that box? What if he looked for a world where Shinigami didn’t exist naturally? What would happen to him, if he appeared there? What about Hollows, what if he looked for something that got rid of those?
That question, and others like it, was how Shun created a set of rules. He was trying to get home, not to explore the endless multiverse. He already created problems by interfering in a world, a system, that he didn’t belong in. Only by keeping himself very aware of the potentially far-reaching consequences of his actions—he had found a reason to hate Tokiyo anew—had he managed to stave of disaster for the past few decades.
If nothing else, he had done that well.
But this world, an attempt to get very close to his own, but far in the future—he found that he couldn’t use time as criterion—was a more advanced world. A world with wild technologies, large-scale experiments, and vastly growing knowledge.
So what he found, he discovered, was a world many centuries in the future relative to his home, just as he wanted. But everything, aside from the expected and at times, wondrous advances in technology, completely normal. Oddly normal, in fact. Something about the whole world, and the people in it, seemed off.
Shun struggled to so much as explain it, and had retreated to the forest outside of the Rukongai. He found a collapsed tree and sat on it, trying to put words to his feelings. It was like everyone reminded him more of Tokiyo, Takua, Ezekiel, or even Rania, after their time together in Paris. Like they were all pushed, or being pushed, almost systematically, to greater and greater personal zeniths.
A series of symphonies in perfect harmony, creating souls of great development and, yes, strength. This world, unlike most any he had visited, seemed to have the densest concentration of powerful souls. None quite as great as him, at least none he found in his first few days here, but they had become something he could almost call common.
Like an author too obsessed with great power and achievement to tell a compelling story. The result? Something that just felt off and unnatural, once he dared to peek beneath the surface.
A fitting description, given who was responsible for it.
*****
552 Words
Munin
