Ethra
The lycan was being very forthcoming with his intentions regarding this University. Once again, Ethra thanked her emotionless face for not being able to display any signs of social discomfort, because she wasnât quite too sure how to respond.
âIâŚâ She began, âWish you luck in that endeavor, I suppose.â
She had an understanding of how lycan hierarchies worked in a general sense, though it tended to vary from pack to pack. Ashâs way of saying it though made it sound like something⌠a little more personal, however. Ulterior motives just seemed to seep from his words. But hey, what was the bagoyĂŠp going to do about it? Not a thing.
âWellâŚâ Ethra said, scanning the crowd as it dispersed due to lack of performance, âIt was nice meeting you, Ash. Iâll be on my way, thereâs other places on campus I was hoping to see before the dayâs out.â
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Viik, Alex, and Samantha
âLet us swap backstories while we tour.â Viik said, as the trio proceeded through the dorm hallways, headed for the exit leading out into the grounds.
âLike Alex and Viik were planning to do before Samantha made her entrance. Would anyone like to go first?â He asked, turning his head towards the other two. There, however, seemed to be no desire from either of them to start with their own tales. Which, fortunately, Viik was perfectly fine with.
âOkay, Viik will start then.â He said, and then cleared his throat - which Alex and Samantha may have found to be a confusing gesture, given his anatomy - and began,
âViik is from Forgemire. Many know it as the Living Factory. Heard of it?â Slipping his hands into his pockets as he walked, Alex tilted his head somewhat at the question, before turning towards Umbra. âNot a clue.â The crow pitched in, perched atop Alexâs shoulder, a statement the Reaper then echoed for Viik.
âCanât say I have.â Alex stated, letting his eyes trace across the myriad of doors stretching across the walls, as they walked.
Walking. Something Samantha rarely did, but the object of teleporting would be a complete waste of energy, being that she was with two other people who couldnât fly; well the reaper was probably a traveler. She only actually agreed to follow them on the count of being interested in Viikâs body and how he smelled so much like a human just altered in some way. The question came up about Forgemire the Living factory to which her left ear twitched rapidly and the Kitsune wasted no time in pulling out a strange device with a single antenna and a screen, about the size of the average handheld video game.
âLet's see, this is dimension 14, timeline 8 so no I havenât been there... yet, but Iâve seen it in its hay day in other realities so Iâd assume its still the experimentation on animals to create living weapons?â she asked hitting the device a few times forcing the screen to display in her native language.
âNo, no experimenting on animals. Forgemire is place of product manufacturing. Golems, limbs, guns, food, toys, many-many things. Viik was reborn there seven years ago, pulled out of muck, made worker. Helped with many tasks - operating machinery, cleaning pipes, going through tunnels and removing creature nests, you know. Basic jobs.â It was at this point that they had reached the dorm entrance, and were now exiting into the grounds.
Interesting enough she put her little device away and scratched the backside of her long fox ear to stop it from twitching so much
âBut you were human once, or at least you have a humanâs soulâŚ.er kind ofâ Sam interjected, she didnât want to waste time beating around the bush keeping secrets was a hassle anyway, the Kitsune stretched her hands upward and bent them behind her head like a makeshift pillow.
âThatâs...a lot of stuff, Viik.â Of course, many of the words Viik had uttered found their way to Alexâs mind but could a factory focusing on making so many things, at once? It must have been large, and influential.
âSo...you were like a janitor?â The Reaper continued, scratching the back of his head.
âI mean...well, where Iâm from, a person doing those things is called a janitor.â âCould say that.â Viik replied, as the trio continued on the pathway,
âForgemire workers are all required to be able to do any task at any time. Equalism, you see - sometimes Viik did simple things like cleaning and maintenance, other times Viik and party of exterminators went down into depths with guns, spears, and flamethrowers. Forgemire is vast, underground, living system you see - and sometimes, it gets sick. Workers make sure it does not stay that way, and when Forgemire is reasonably healthyâŚâ Viik raised one of his arms and tapped it with his other hand.
âGood things can be made from its bounties. Viikâs limbs are made from petrified Forgemire growths, pressed into durable rock. Enchanted, too.â The amount of questions piling on was rising quickly, with what Viik was explaining. Trying to narrow it all down to one thing at a time, Alex took a breath and raised his hand.
âWait...â He began.
âYour workplace was...alive?â Asking that, didnât scratch the surface of the mysteries Viik had dug up.
âAnd, you were created, there?â âReborn, not created.â Viik said,
âViik was once human, then he was this. Viik was incredibly frail, old limbs were like jelly. Then Viikâs boss cut off his measly limbs, gave him new ones and, voila! Viik walks, and he works.â â...What!?â That caught Alex off guard, to say the least. Someone actually severed a manâs limbs and replaced them with stone? Just because he was supposed to work better?
âI...I mean...â Alex tried, clearing his throat.
âThat sounds a bit much...â The Reaper finished.
âAnd I thought I had a hard life. Geeze...â âIt took adjusting, yes, but Viik made good from it. After so many years of working though, Viik wanted to do more. Sometimes workers are promoted to official craftsmen - the brains behind manufacturing designs. Viik wishes to be one of them, so he is attending Silverspell to assist him in doing so. Official education looks good on employee profile, yes?â âThat makes sense.â Alex nodded weakly. Wherever Viik called home sounded like a less than pleasant place. He actually wanted to return, there? It sounded almost like he was an expendable tool, from what he had explained.
âYou said you used to be human.â Alex continued.
âI mean...they changed more than your arms and legs...â Clearing his throat, the young Reaper tried to phrase his next words carefully.
âWhy uh...why did they change your face?â âThis, uhâŚâ Viik began, losing a bit of his pep,
âThis was not necessarily workersâ doing. The limbs, yes, but⌠Viik does not have every answer, you see.â They were passing along the outside of the library by now.
âEhhhh, enough about Viik, yes? Perhaps Alex would like his turn?â Had Alex stepped on a sore stop? Lowering his gaze to the floor, he decided not to pursue it. Whatever Viik knew about his changes and didnât want to share, probably had an uncomfortable backstory accompanying it.
âThere isnât much to say, about me.â Alex shrugged.
âGrew up with my mom, dad and sister.â He began, turning to look at the library for a moment, those disinterested eyes scanning the area for a short moment.
âDadâs a drunk, and beat the shit out of me. Not much more to say, there. Momâs always been too afraid to say anything, but at least he left my sister alone.â The more interesting parts came after, that.
âI uh...I decided to leave, and I was offered a job, as a Reaper...â He finished, obviously leaving more than a few things unsaid.
âAh. Viik understands.â Viik replied, not going any further than that.
This was defiantly her native dimension and timeline; a reaper being offered the job most likely long after death probably due to his father or something, she didnât know or feel like asking about it. Well seeing as how everyone was in a sharing mood she might as well pay Viik back for disclosing his strange origins.
âAfraid mine is just as boring and quite the bother to tellâ she said yawning âAs you can tell Iâm a Kitsune and I have the ability to teleport, well thatâs an understatement; Iâm a natural born planeswalker and I can create stargate rifts to go to other planets.â She explained looking up at the sky curling her tails around her body to form a sort of fur coat âAt ten I had been just about everywhere in the galaxy and at fifteen I mastered my planewalking so dimensions and other realities were just like walking to your next door neighborâs house for sugar, nothing was ever out of reach or forbidden to meâŚ.nothing,â she explained getting a tad solemn at the end taking in another deep breath âAs for family well I havenât seen them too much, couldnât stay home when there were galaxies to explore, realities to uncover, dimensions to visit, It was different I suppose,â She chuckled
âEh. Planewalkers are ten a penny to Viik.â Viik said, as the trio continued through the courtyard, past some commotion in the distance, which they didnât intend to bother themselves with.
âHe met one in Forgemire market once. Challenged him to game of hide and seek. Was never heard from again.â Sam chuckled at the comment being called ten a penny was a new one, sheâd been worshiped as a god in another dimension but being called common an lame was a first.
âIâve met other planeswalkers or pseudo walkers in the Nexus, they're a little too optimistic for meâ she sighed again
âViik assumes you have become bored after so much traveling?â âNothing's left for me other planewalkers can't go to other planets in any solar system, they are bound to that planet and its multi-realitiesâ
âPerhaps boundaries are good thing then.â Viik responded,
âSounds to Viik like you have desensitized yourself. Unhealthy for one your age.â âAll doors were open to me a birth, so boundaries arenât something I know of, just like that Nekoâs chicken nuggets theres an infinite number realities where I didnât take them and a infinite more where I did and an infinite more where one of us or both were never bornâ continued to explain
âYes, yes, but still, does not change fact that you took them here, on this plane.â Viik interrupted,
âSo many realities, does not make one you are in now any more or less important. Viik, for one, is thankful for where he is from. Does not matter what others there are. Viik doesnât care about them.â They were near the campus store right about now.
âOh, uh, Viik needs to go procure water bottles. Many of them.â Viik said, moving away from Alex and Samantha, towards the store entrance,
âGo on without him, he will be back at dorm later. Take care!âAnd then he was gone.