#tellescope

@tellescope (hallow) - from dis

Another day, another apparent guest who strolled a bit too far from the tour group it seemed. It wasn’t like they could blame the curiosity, the Memorial Gardens were always quite lovely this time of the year. It was just a shame that this year it seemed to also have caught a few of the curses that were lingering out of the pyramids. 

Really, who could even keep track of this stuff? 

The city had CRUMBLED at the lightest touch; it was HILARIOUS! As he reveled in the screams that alit the dreary place, in the corner of his eye, he saw the glint of something metallic — someone he didn't expect to be foolish enough to get so close while so unprotected. IT WAS OUT OF CHARACTER.

With the force of a missle, the golden light slammed into the Eggmobile — sending both of them crashing into the road. ❝ I'VE NEVER KNOWN YOU TO BE IDIOTIC. What's wrong? Havin' a bad day? ❞

Then he squinted. He bared his sharp canines, growling. What a disappointment. He jumped to conclusions; he mistook a fan for the real deal, which would've been unfortunate — only the doctor would've been able to survive what nearly came next; like a damn cockroach.

But rather than fall to his demise, he'd found himself here. Floating. The darkness churned like a storm around him, and Nata feared he'd found himself a tomb. Then, amidst the void, a bright, blue light appears, shining radiantly. As it grows in size and luminosity, the boy before it can only so much as squeeze his eyes shut, and wait for it to pass.

When it finally does, a steady metronome, like the ticking of a clock, could be heard. And the massive form of deity shines before him, their diamond-encrusted mantle glowing faintly amidst the void.

He has found himself in the rifts of time, and its maker, Dialga, is here.

The Fool watches from a nearby cafe. Well, no, not a Fool. A female reporter. A good one at that too. She was having a nice little lunch in front of one of Belobog's quaint cafes when she spots a familiar color scheme.

Honestly it's hard not to. In contrast with the beige of the buildings, the red and black stuck out like a sore thumb. Not to mention, a species not native to this planet. Nor was this person well... A person. They are sentient, just not human. A small furry creature with the grumpiest face on any planet.

It seems like her fluffy companion has returned to his her modest planet. She giggles as she rises from her chair. Poor thing seems a bit lost. Ah well, he did only show up for a little while last time. It was up to her to show him the way again. So like any good lady, she strolled right on over towards the furry being.

Head held up high, a confident walk that made people stop for a moment to stare. And a positively beaming smile that could charm anyone.

"Excuse me," Brughel said right behind the creature. "I see you're new here. Mind if I get an interview? The people here love hearing from our new visitors from beyond the skies."

he   knows   he   should   take   a   break   from   the   computer,   but   it's   difficult.   he's   useful   this   way   ( among   the   many   other   methods   of   aid   he   can   provide   that   aren't   as   taxing   on   the   brain ). but   there   will   always   be   that   one   phantom   -   whose   gentle   aura   exudes   not   ice,   but   kindness   -   who   looks   over   hal's   shoulder. ❝   just   a   minute.   ❞   he   says.   ❝   i'll   be   done   shortly.   ❞   a   lie.

☎️ 𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙱𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂, 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃? || Might be awkward having an observer while working. Chell wouldn't know. Just that Dr. Spengler hasn't told her to leave yet. Seated nearby on the edge of a different table. Pale eyes watching every movement. His lab is different. Tech is different. Doesn't feel threatened by either. Doesn't understand it either. In one hand a bag of chips he'd given. Crunch pauses for quiet voice to ask, ❝What's that do?❞ || @tellescope

THE ONE THING HE WAS NOT GOING TO DO WAS ASK CHELL TO LEAVE. On the contrary; had the potential repercussions of not returning someone to their original plane of existence not served to constantly linger in the recesses of his psyche, he'd happily help her build a new life here. After all, the world she lived in, nevermind the effort she had to put in to survive within it, was hardly ideal. Still, he couldn't afford to tamper with the fabric of the multiverse too much. Extended visits, on the other hand...

HE'D BEEN WORKING IN SILENCE. Not forced by any means, but it seemed to suit the both of them. On the lab counter in front of him was a partially dismantled device. In his hand, a standard screwdriver.

❝ This is a Gamma Rate Meter. It measures the intensity of Gamma radiation. ❞

A SIMPLE INITIAL RESPONSE, HIS GAZE FOCUSED ON REARRANGING THE VARIOUS PIECES. Slotting the screwdriver into one of the device's corners, he began to fix the segment into place.

@tellescope asked: ❝Shadow...?❞ Hardly above a whisper as Maria stares in confusion, hands clasped tightly before her chest as if it will stave off the anxiety. She knows her brother but something here feels wrong. It's not the strange armor. She isn't going to judge his fashion sense if he wants to dress like that. But... just an unsettling feeling. Something off in his stance, the way he holds himself. ❝Is everything okay?❞ Worried for him, a hand reaches out but stops before touching. Waiting for permission.

ㅤ    He  freezes  in  place.  That  familiar  voice  .  .  .   He  remembers  it  like  yesterday.  It's  when  he  turns  around  when  he  his  heart  felt  like  it  dropped  ⸻   the  aching  from  it  was  unbelievable.  No  words  could  describe  what  he  felt,  nothing  could  truly  ever  prepare  him  for  this  what  -  if.  He  didn't  even  think  it  was  possible  ;   why  would  he  ever  run  into  her  again  ?   Every  zone,  every  world  was  big  enough  for  him  to  never  see  her  face  again.

ㅤ    But  she  didn't  look  like  her  fully.  The  golden  locks  however  .  .  .   they  were  familiar.  The  voice.  What  was  it  about  Maria  that  hurt  him  ?   It  was  everything.   ❛   ⸻  No  .  .  .   Nonono.  You're  not  real.   ’   Sanctum's  voice  shakes,  the  tears  in  his  eyes  begin  forming. 

@tellescope (atlas) - from dis

“You were right to come here, mm yes—but Mr. Lynn’s been gone for 1 month, 12 days, 4 hours, 37 minutes, and 8 seconds. 9 seconds. 10 seconds--” As they spoke, they continued piecing together the little puzzle that was on their desk. 2000 pieces with cute little ducks on it... 

How many times had they built this? Honestly, Kris was losing track, but Michael had said to keep building until it was safe. Whatever that meant. 

“I can take a look at whatever you’re here for, 20 seconds, but if you’re looking for a proper prescription for ailments you’re better at a proper hospital.” A beat as they set another piece. “27 seconds. But then again you’d probably be there if you needed a real doctor anyways. 39 seconds.”