Amalia in the Endless Room:
As the door falls closed Amalia turns around in alarm, suddenly realizing for the first time that she is, in fact, alone. Well, alone but for Jyoti, who finds the space strangely comforting; the starwhale immediately sets out on an adventure to find the edges of this vast space, the Shield watching with keen dark eyes.
As Jyoti floats in this strange space, she will feel a weightlessness that her kind rarely is able to experience. Already she traverses the air as if were water, but this is something different entirely. This is without context or description. This flies in the face of gravity entirely.
The voice answers without saying much, but before Amalia can ask more she feels a wind pushing her back toward the open door. Jyoti trills her unhappiness, and Amalia as well: she still does not know anything, has no answers and a hundred more questions.
Wait! the qilin cries as the door falls shut, shifting back to human form and grabbing the door handle as Jyoti, too, hopes for it to open again. "Please! I want to know more- please. What do you want me to ask?"
Stepping back into the room, Amalia transforms into the qilin once more, this time taking the opportunity to look around more thoroughly. Inhaling deeply, she tries again to solve the puzzle of the infinite room. What… is this room? Who made it?"
"Why?" Amalia asks, not sure what else to wonder, though the knowledge that Safrin made the room sets her somewhat at ease. Jyoti, meanwhile, continues to circle, asking to anyone who can understand where the other whale is.
Growing frustrated now, Amalia once again opens the door, not sure what the room wants for her but too stubborn to give up. "Can you answer with more than that?" the Shield demands, still a qilin because fuck logic and doors. "What do you want from me?"
Settling onto the floor (?), Amalia does her best to calm her mind. "Ok," the qilin thinks slowly. "Can you answer questions that aren't just yes or no?" A yes or no question itself. Perhaps this will work, though already Amalia can tell her curious mind will struggle under such constraints.
(Assuming Deimos follows along) WithJigano as their guide the trio is easily able to navigate the falling water, appearing behind the fall in the darkened stage before the door where, qilin-Amalia has been thrust.
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- The Qilin’s dainty hooves make no sound upon the clouds as Amalia steps forward and the door clicks shut behind. The world is dark, but it is the sort of dark you see behind your eyelids when peering up at the moon; dark yes, but full of colour and light and movement as well. Dark, but not frightening. A warm sort of dark. A fetal-dark.
”ASK/” A voice suddenly booms. It isn’t Safrin’s voice, but it also isn’t at the same time.
As the door falls closed Amalia turns around in alarm, suddenly realizing for the first time that she is, in fact, alone. Well, alone but for Jyoti, who finds the space strangely comforting; the starwhale immediately sets out on an adventure to find the edges of this vast space, the Shield watching with keen dark eyes.
- Ask, a voice somewhere says, and the baker calls her reply silently, long ears flicking as she turns her head. "I… where am I? Who are you? Are my friends safe?"
As Jyoti floats in this strange space, she will feel a weightlessness that her kind rarely is able to experience. Already she traverses the air as if were water, but this is something different entirely. This is without context or description. This flies in the face of gravity entirely.
- There is a weighty pause as Amalia’s voice echoes outwards, and a reverberation that intuitively is caused by something very vast considering. ”Here. Myself. Complex.”
All at once a warm wind suddenly shoves Amalia—and Jyoti back—thro itugh the door now suddenly open. It clicks before them after it closes, leaving them with their backs to the rushing waterfall.
The voice answers without saying much, but before Amalia can ask more she feels a wind pushing her back toward the open door. Jyoti trills her unhappiness, and Amalia as well: she still does not know anything, has no answers and a hundred more questions.
Wait! the qilin cries as the door falls shut, shifting back to human form and grabbing the door handle as Jyoti, too, hopes for it to open again. "Please! I want to know more- please. What do you want me to ask?"
- With the door closed, her questions go unanswered. Still, the handle opens just as easily as before revealing the same room within.
Stepping back into the room, Amalia transforms into the qilin once more, this time taking the opportunity to look around more thoroughly. Inhaling deeply, she tries again to solve the puzzle of the infinite room. What… is this room? Who made it?"
- There is nothing to see. Solipsist black eclipsed with pigments of every colour. Indefinable. Unimaginable, and yet there it is.
”Complex. Safrin.” The strange voice replies.
"Why?" Amalia asks, not sure what else to wonder, though the knowledge that Safrin made the room sets her somewhat at ease. Jyoti, meanwhile, continues to circle, asking to anyone who can understand where the other whale is.
- ”Complex.” The voice replies and once again, both Amalia and Jyo are shoved out via warm breeze as the door slams shut.
Growing frustrated now, Amalia once again opens the door, not sure what the room wants for her but too stubborn to give up. "Can you answer with more than that?" the Shield demands, still a qilin because fuck logic and doors. "What do you want from me?"
- ”No.” The door replies calmly. And then, “Nothing.”
Settling onto the floor (?), Amalia does her best to calm her mind. "Ok," the qilin thinks slowly. "Can you answer questions that aren't just yes or no?" A yes or no question itself. Perhaps this will work, though already Amalia can tell her curious mind will struggle under such constraints.
- ”No.” Once again, the warm wind blows the qilin and her companion out, the door shutting before them. This time however, it will not open when turned.
(Assuming Deimos follows along) With
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