"You're probably right," he admitted. He had no idea what this was, but it was powerful. Couldn't see it, but he could--
He felt it slide, and suddenly the air was boiling with shapes. Right. He could it now. Didn't clear up anything else, but he could definitely see it.
He'd never had any psychotic episodes beyond the kind you expected from drugs, so this was apparently happening. Which was fortunate, because that meant he had the presence of mind to fight down the stab of irritation at the 'sort of a person' bit.
"My name is Rejalgar. I am..." He watched it shift, distracted. "Good question, really." He didn't know what way it meant. What species was he? What was his place in the Force, that sort of thing?
"I'm half-Sith." That pretty much summed it up on all aspects.
He belatedly realized: he'd been sunning himself before he started meditating.
First contact with the most alien creature he'd ever seen, and he didn't even have pants on.
"Oh, you're half an anger-shaper. A fierce-molder. What is the other half?
Is it crystal?"
As the being spoke, its form solidified further and further, though what
passed for its flesh still seemed to move like liquid over its form, darted
with stars. They blinked in and out of existence, sparkling around the
multitude of eyes. But slowly it became obvious that it was trying to mimic
Rejalgar - everyhting it could see, anyway. Which made its form suddenly
look very naked. It didn't seem to mind.
"But you are singlular. I had thought... It is of no concern, but I had
thought you more than singular. You reached farther than your kind usually
does. You are Rejalgar. I am Gabriel of the Seventh Star."
"Crystal--? You saw my practicing?" And it had--not mistaken him for that, it was real enough in some way. Just not the ways people usually thought of as real. Could it sense those things more easily? Or--
He hadn't been able to see it when it turned up. Was it-- "Are you--you're showing a piece of yourself, aren't you? A three-dimensional piece." A piece that was beginning to look more and more like himself. Creepy, but hopefully Vette would figure out if he got spirited away by an awkward, naked doppelgänger.
Either he was dreaming, or he had just won so many philosophical debates with G--
Okay. That was a hell of a coincidence. Or a friend was fucking with him. "I've been trying to reach out, but I didn't know anyone was there."
"A piece. Or pieces. Sometimes or not all the time or always. It's hard to
hold form in three dimensions only."
The copy-cat act only went so far. When Gabriel finally found a relatively
stable form, it stopped its transformations, and tried to stand still. It -
He - opened his eyes, blazing bright as a neutron star, and tried to close
the rest of them. He forgot to close three that were on his shoulders, but.
At least he was relatively less eye-full.
"Mm, it is very quiet. I only happened to be drifting near. Most have left.
I am the only anything left. At least in this time."
Slowly, Gabriel turned his head, looking around the room with real
three-dimensional eyes for the first time. It was very weirdly
disconcerting - like he was nearly blind and deaf at the same time. But it
was also different.
"Oh, I didn't make my eyes properly. Why are they so complicated? It is
much simpler, over all." He blinked as he reshaped the lenses in his eye,
and the blurred aspect of his newfound vision sharpened into focus.
"Better. You wanted to talk?"
Three dimensions only. Holy shit. "Right, trying to hold a cross-section in the right place wouldn't be easy." Right. Okay. Just a higher-dimensional being, last of its kind hanging out in reach of the Force around here. Just the most amazing thing he'd ever seen.
And it was willing to talk. About a lot so far, too much to go through individually right now. "If this is three dimensions, how many dimensions can you perceive?" Had to be at least four, but--it had seen his mental landscape, not just his body here.
"Would it be easier if I tried to be crystal again?" He didn't want to drive this thing off by tiring it out somehow, how the hell would he find it again if it left?
"They went to the blank places, without things to poke at them," Gabriel
said, then paused, not quite frowning, exactly, as he didn't quite
have a sense of expressions, yet, but the mood was somehow conveyed anyway.
"Ah - sorry. Linear time. What had it said? Cross-section -- No. It is not
easy. It is not difficult, either, exactly. It is more like trying not to
do something than trying to do something, and trying not to do it very
slowly. How does it make the touch again? Ah - nerve endings. Yes, I
remember." Gabriel's form seemed to ripple slightly on the surface, but he
didn't move otherwise.
"Uhm - numbers mean less, but you would call it nine. Likely could touch
higher, if there was higher, and I knew how. Like you can, with your
crystals. But it isn't necessary. Can you see, as a crystal? Or do you just
see the three dimensions and blindly gesture into beyond them."
Expressions weren't really what he was focusing on anyway, sensing this thing through the Force was always going to be easier. It was something bigger, more complicated--
Way more complicated. "I can see a little. Not through nine dimensions, though. It's--" He bites his lower lip, sliding skin and teeth against the rings there. "I know I can be more than three dimensions, but I've only just started. It's still confusing. Learning how to use new senses. Using the Force."
"Have you spoken to other Sith before?" ...Did 'before' actually mean anything for a higher-dimensional being? Usually that would be a really pointless, stoned train of thought, but there was a real reason for it this time. That wasn't even getting at the question of how this thing could speak Basic or whether it was actually speaking Basic and he was just perceiving this as sound when it was really--
"The Force..." Gabriel mulls over the word, drawing and lengthening it out.
"Ah. Existence. Yes. Sometimes it feels just as strongly as the rest. If
you can feel it, you can use it. Many smaller beings can't. But there is
far more, if you can reach it."
He raised his hand, running his fingers against each other, and then
reached out to touch a wall. On his first try, his hand just went through
it. "Oh. Need more atoms." The second time, his hand pressed to the cool
bulkhead. "Oh... Touch needs temperature. So complicated."
He only then seemed to register that he'd been asked another question. "Ah
- no. I don't think so. I haven't spoken much to anyone, in a while. I had
a planet, for a time. And they were good. But they are gone."
"Existence? You--so you're a part of the Force?" Okay, technically he was too--"I mean, that's where most of you is?"
Okay. So, a being that might be made of Force energy was currently building itself a body and having trouble with concepts like solidity and eyes. In his bedroom. Cool.
"I'm sorry for their loss." It 'had' a planet, though? "Why did you chose that planet? What did you do with it?"
"I liked it," Gabriel said simply. As he concentrated on trying to touch
the wall, he apparently lost concentration on the rest of him, and little
tendrils of darkness were starting to drift outwards from his back, curling
and twisting in their own wind.
"It had many beings on it. Small ones. Compact ones. This was before things
that could poke - or, at least, that could not poke strongly. So there were
others, though I tried to keep them away from my planet. They like to eat.
You know. A star. A being. They see little difference. I like
beings. Not for eating but for being. But they destroyed themselves. I
tried to stop them, but I couldn't."
Not the work of Sith, then. He'd had half a moment of worry there. Selfish,
but with so much time spent working for Baras, you never knew when someone
nominally on your side was going to cause a mess.
"There's more like you elsewhere? Why did they leave?" He frowned slightly,
trying to parse how the conversation had gone so far. "And what do you
mean, 'poke'? Is it something we do when we use the Force?"
Oh, and apparently this thing--Gabriel--could eat him if it wanted to.
Honestly, that part was the least exotic or threatening aspect of it.
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He felt it slide, and suddenly the air was boiling with shapes. Right. He could it now. Didn't clear up anything else, but he could definitely see it.
He'd never had any psychotic episodes beyond the kind you expected from drugs, so this was apparently happening. Which was fortunate, because that meant he had the presence of mind to fight down the stab of irritation at the 'sort of a person' bit.
"My name is Rejalgar. I am..." He watched it shift, distracted. "Good question, really." He didn't know what way it meant. What species was he? What was his place in the Force, that sort of thing?
"I'm half-Sith." That pretty much summed it up on all aspects.
He belatedly realized: he'd been sunning himself before he started meditating.
First contact with the most alien creature he'd ever seen, and he didn't even have pants on.
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"Oh, you're half an anger-shaper. A fierce-molder. What is the other half? Is it crystal?"
As the being spoke, its form solidified further and further, though what passed for its flesh still seemed to move like liquid over its form, darted with stars. They blinked in and out of existence, sparkling around the multitude of eyes. But slowly it became obvious that it was trying to mimic Rejalgar - everyhting it could see, anyway. Which made its form suddenly look very naked. It didn't seem to mind.
"But you are singlular. I had thought... It is of no concern, but I had thought you more than singular. You reached farther than your kind usually does. You are Rejalgar. I am Gabriel of the Seventh Star."
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He hadn't been able to see it when it turned up. Was it-- "Are you--you're showing a piece of yourself, aren't you? A three-dimensional piece." A piece that was beginning to look more and more like himself. Creepy, but hopefully Vette would figure out if he got spirited away by an awkward, naked doppelgänger.
Either he was dreaming, or he had just won so many philosophical debates with G--
Okay. That was a hell of a coincidence. Or a friend was fucking with him. "I've been trying to reach out, but I didn't know anyone was there."
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"A piece. Or pieces. Sometimes or not all the time or always. It's hard to hold form in three dimensions only."
The copy-cat act only went so far. When Gabriel finally found a relatively stable form, it stopped its transformations, and tried to stand still. It - He - opened his eyes, blazing bright as a neutron star, and tried to close the rest of them. He forgot to close three that were on his shoulders, but. At least he was relatively less eye-full.
"Mm, it is very quiet. I only happened to be drifting near. Most have left. I am the only anything left. At least in this time."
Slowly, Gabriel turned his head, looking around the room with real three-dimensional eyes for the first time. It was very weirdly disconcerting - like he was nearly blind and deaf at the same time. But it was also different.
"Oh, I didn't make my eyes properly. Why are they so complicated? It is much simpler, over all." He blinked as he reshaped the lenses in his eye, and the blurred aspect of his newfound vision sharpened into focus. "Better. You wanted to talk?"
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And it was willing to talk. About a lot so far, too much to go through individually right now. "If this is three dimensions, how many dimensions can you perceive?" Had to be at least four, but--it had seen his mental landscape, not just his body here.
"Would it be easier if I tried to be crystal again?" He didn't want to drive this thing off by tiring it out somehow, how the hell would he find it again if it left?
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"They went to the blank places, without things to poke at them," Gabriel said, then paused, not quite frowning, exactly, as he didn't quite have a sense of expressions, yet, but the mood was somehow conveyed anyway. "Ah - sorry. Linear time. What had it said? Cross-section -- No. It is not easy. It is not difficult, either, exactly. It is more like trying not to do something than trying to do something, and trying not to do it very slowly. How does it make the touch again? Ah - nerve endings. Yes, I remember." Gabriel's form seemed to ripple slightly on the surface, but he didn't move otherwise.
"Uhm - numbers mean less, but you would call it nine. Likely could touch higher, if there was higher, and I knew how. Like you can, with your crystals. But it isn't necessary. Can you see, as a crystal? Or do you just see the three dimensions and blindly gesture into beyond them."
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Way more complicated. "I can see a little. Not through nine dimensions, though. It's--" He bites his lower lip, sliding skin and teeth against the rings there. "I know I can be more than three dimensions, but I've only just started. It's still confusing. Learning how to use new senses. Using the Force."
"Have you spoken to other Sith before?" ...Did 'before' actually mean anything for a higher-dimensional being? Usually that would be a really pointless, stoned train of thought, but there was a real reason for it this time. That wasn't even getting at the question of how this thing could speak Basic or whether it was actually speaking Basic and he was just perceiving this as sound when it was really--
Okay, maybe lay off that for the moment.
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"The Force..." Gabriel mulls over the word, drawing and lengthening it out. "Ah. Existence. Yes. Sometimes it feels just as strongly as the rest. If you can feel it, you can use it. Many smaller beings can't. But there is far more, if you can reach it."
He raised his hand, running his fingers against each other, and then reached out to touch a wall. On his first try, his hand just went through it. "Oh. Need more atoms." The second time, his hand pressed to the cool bulkhead. "Oh... Touch needs temperature. So complicated."
He only then seemed to register that he'd been asked another question. "Ah - no. I don't think so. I haven't spoken much to anyone, in a while. I had a planet, for a time. And they were good. But they are gone."
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Okay. So, a being that might be made of Force energy was currently building itself a body and having trouble with concepts like solidity and eyes. In his bedroom. Cool.
"I'm sorry for their loss." It 'had' a planet, though? "Why did you chose that planet? What did you do with it?"
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"I liked it," Gabriel said simply. As he concentrated on trying to touch the wall, he apparently lost concentration on the rest of him, and little tendrils of darkness were starting to drift outwards from his back, curling and twisting in their own wind.
"It had many beings on it. Small ones. Compact ones. This was before things that could poke - or, at least, that could not poke strongly. So there were others, though I tried to keep them away from my planet. They like to eat. You know. A star. A being. They see little difference. I like beings. Not for eating but for being. But they destroyed themselves. I tried to stop them, but I couldn't."
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Not the work of Sith, then. He'd had half a moment of worry there. Selfish, but with so much time spent working for Baras, you never knew when someone nominally on your side was going to cause a mess.
"There's more like you elsewhere? Why did they leave?" He frowned slightly, trying to parse how the conversation had gone so far. "And what do you mean, 'poke'? Is it something we do when we use the Force?"
Oh, and apparently this thing--Gabriel--could eat him if it wanted to. Honestly, that part was the least exotic or threatening aspect of it.