001; entrance

[demnify.livejournal.com]

If I must state one thing, and state it concisely, I shall say this: interesting. Considering I was just moments ago on a planet that would, at random moments, burst into sectional flame, I feel this is rather apropos. Maybe I’m dead. I doubt it, I expect death is less substantial than this – filled with less coruscations.


I almost prefer the fire and the quaking. At least there was some means of constant entertainment; this seems like I’ve simply been put in a dark room with a small crowd of paparazzi. How utterly annoying.


I’ve no time for this. There are better uses for my time; this is little more than a waste of it. Perhaps if this… place offered some visible means of escape, it would be worth the effort to explore, but at the moment, no. To whoever may be hearing me – provided anyone can in this place or that there is even anyone else here – I’ll be taking my leave. I’ve better things to do than stumble about in the dark.

Comments

[demnify.livejournal.com]

No, I am not.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

Then why are you in here?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

If I had any idea as to why, I might possibly tell you. Seeing as I don't, I cannot feasibly give an appropriate response.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

So...you're a person, then?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[a fanged grin]

Correct.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[and now she's freaked] R-right. You can, uh, stop that.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Stop what, mmm?

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

Ehh, heh, never mind. So who are you, anyway?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

I am the Master, among other names. And you would be...?

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

'The Master'? That sounds like a user name... [stands up straighter] My name is Hashimoto Fumie!

[demnify.livejournal.com]

I assure you, it isn't.

Miss Hashimoto, then. You're rather... young.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

I'm not that young. I'm turning twelve this year. Adults usually just think people are young when they're way more adult.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

You're still a child, by definitions - even more so next to me; but no matter.

I'm simply... amused.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

You do look kind of old.

Why?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

I am 'kind of old'.


Oh, nothing interesting. I'm certain it would completely bore you.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

How old?

Hey! It probably will! What is it?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

I'm over 950 years old.

Just a little bit of musing on the fact that whatever is going on apparently has no preference towards age or maturity.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

...Y-You're joking, right?

Yeah, really. I've already seen really immature adults around here.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

No. I am not.

Of course the old idea stands that age does not beget maturity. You, for example, are handling yourself rather well.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

...That seems impossible.

R-really? I mean, yes, of course I am. It's just...this place reminds me of Space. I deal with that all the time.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

I'm not human. Does that change your stance on what may or may not be possible?

Mmm. 'Space'? Feel like elaborating?

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

...Kind of, yeah. What are you, then?

'Space' is what we call the virtual reality the internet works with. It's everything that isn't physically real. You can see it when you wear glasses. But Obsolete Space is just darkness and fog.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Alien.

Interesting. The year you're from...?

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

You mean the ones with big heads and they pull you into their spaceship and probe you?

2026.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Not all aliens are like that.


Ahhh. Last time I visited Earth it was 2056. Delightful year, that one.