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realityshifted2008-10-20 06:52 pm
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[Cy appears, hissing and spitting at something that isn't there. It's a shade, a shadow, and then it moves and looks like a faint gray twist of something, a fragment of some whole, a mirrored eye shining in the dark.
The reek of ammonia, rotting meat and mud fills the air around it, heaving in and out like breaths from a rotting carcass.]
Cy.
[It's voice is crooning, almost loving. She hisses furiously, fluffed up to nearly twice her size.]
Don't go ringin' that dingadong bell, that's my chimer, poisonponce.
Cyyyyypher.
[It rolls in a circle around her, the movement of its smell the only real clue to its change in position. It laughs and it sounds like rust on a swinging gate.]
Cy Cy Cyyyyypher...
[SO. Uh. Cy has brought a vagus to the Plane. The Time Lords and others who can sense such things will be able to tell that it's, basically, a moment in life or an experience that got broken away from the Wild Roads when the roads changed course (they do that on occasion--some fading out, others shifting to follow the journeys of cats in a changing landscape) and now exists as its own entity. It is, essentially, a lost bit of time. It has no conscious will, and exists only to perpetuate its experience--that is to say, a memory of the hunt will hunt, a memory of the kill will kill, and presumably a memory of a nap will nap, but a vagus so benign has never been mentioned. XD
SO ANYWAY, long story short, this thing can do damage, too--this particular vagus is a memory of cornering and killing prey, and the damage it can do is directly related to the memory it's spawned from. Have fun~]
The reek of ammonia, rotting meat and mud fills the air around it, heaving in and out like breaths from a rotting carcass.]
Cy.
[It's voice is crooning, almost loving. She hisses furiously, fluffed up to nearly twice her size.]
Don't go ringin' that dingadong bell, that's my chimer, poisonponce.
Cyyyyypher.
[It rolls in a circle around her, the movement of its smell the only real clue to its change in position. It laughs and it sounds like rust on a swinging gate.]
Cy Cy Cyyyyypher...
[SO. Uh. Cy has brought a vagus to the Plane. The Time Lords and others who can sense such things will be able to tell that it's, basically, a moment in life or an experience that got broken away from the Wild Roads when the roads changed course (they do that on occasion--some fading out, others shifting to follow the journeys of cats in a changing landscape) and now exists as its own entity. It is, essentially, a lost bit of time. It has no conscious will, and exists only to perpetuate its experience--that is to say, a memory of the hunt will hunt, a memory of the kill will kill, and presumably a memory of a nap will nap, but a vagus so benign has never been mentioned. XD
SO ANYWAY, long story short, this thing can do damage, too--this particular vagus is a memory of cornering and killing prey, and the damage it can do is directly related to the memory it's spawned from. Have fun~]
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