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knickknackery2011-03-12 04:30 am
biomagnet) wrote in knickknackery2011-03-12 04:30 am
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who hears us when we wish?
WHO biomagnet and swatswithdragons.
WHAT Space and time are relative between dimensions. One minute in one world could be an entire month somewhere else. Sefton's grown up, and Lance is about to learn what happened in the interim.
WHERE Dr. Lowell's lab, then the Sevii Islands near the Kanto region.
WHEN 2054 for Sefton; 1999 for Lance.
NOTES We're silly. More crossover 'verses! Sefton is 26, Lance is 24.
WARNINGS So much fluff, you'll probably explode. Not get cavities. Explode.
The lab should have been silent. It was the dead of night, after all, when most of the sensible people had gone home to sleep. Sefton, too, would usually be among them. Instead, he had the CD player humming at quite the respectable volume while he tapped away at the computer in front of him, intent on the readings. It was fascinating. The lab had finally gotten permission to study one of the most mysterious infused artifacts humankind had ever known. The doorknob itself was nothing spectacular, having been made in the 1800s for a mansion somewhere in London. Its mystery was simple but confounding: marks like chickenscratch etched into the metal, humming every now and then with an indeterminable sort of energy. It sat innocently inside the observation booth, with a lead wrapped around the narrowest point to try and catch a reaction when it activated.
How could anyone leave when there was something like this to be studied? Excitement wasn't quite the word to describe how Sefton felt about the opportunity; interest and curiosity would fit better. His interest in infusion was intensely personal, after all, and his connection with the world's greatest puzzle gave him some sort of purpose. Without it, he would probably still be that terrified, isolated kid wandering the country.
Now, he was a frightened, lonely man with incurable wanderlust and government funding. The more things change, he mulled idly. He dragged himself out of the chair with a large yawn, moving to the other side of the room to retrieve the cup he had left there. His journey was halted when the knob began vibrating, its regular hum gearing up into a whine, and he darted back to the console. The readout was going insane, displaying more than Sefton could keep up with. Before he could make the judgment call on whether to retrieve someone else or observe the phenomenon while it happened, the air shifted, tore open, and swallowed him whole.
The sensation (floatingfalling) was brief. Sefton barely caught a glimpse of blackish creatures swimming through the colorful expanse of space before he was ejected quite rudely on the other side. He crashed into the sand below with a pained grunt, rolling onto his chest. Before he could register that it was suddenly day and outside and on a beach, the world twisted, turned, and faded away.
biomagnet and swatswithdragons.WHAT Space and time are relative between dimensions. One minute in one world could be an entire month somewhere else. Sefton's grown up, and Lance is about to learn what happened in the interim.
WHERE Dr. Lowell's lab, then the Sevii Islands near the Kanto region.
WHEN 2054 for Sefton; 1999 for Lance.
NOTES We're silly. More crossover 'verses! Sefton is 26, Lance is 24.
WARNINGS So much fluff, you'll probably explode. Not get cavities. Explode.
The lab should have been silent. It was the dead of night, after all, when most of the sensible people had gone home to sleep. Sefton, too, would usually be among them. Instead, he had the CD player humming at quite the respectable volume while he tapped away at the computer in front of him, intent on the readings. It was fascinating. The lab had finally gotten permission to study one of the most mysterious infused artifacts humankind had ever known. The doorknob itself was nothing spectacular, having been made in the 1800s for a mansion somewhere in London. Its mystery was simple but confounding: marks like chickenscratch etched into the metal, humming every now and then with an indeterminable sort of energy. It sat innocently inside the observation booth, with a lead wrapped around the narrowest point to try and catch a reaction when it activated.
How could anyone leave when there was something like this to be studied? Excitement wasn't quite the word to describe how Sefton felt about the opportunity; interest and curiosity would fit better. His interest in infusion was intensely personal, after all, and his connection with the world's greatest puzzle gave him some sort of purpose. Without it, he would probably still be that terrified, isolated kid wandering the country.
Now, he was a frightened, lonely man with incurable wanderlust and government funding. The more things change, he mulled idly. He dragged himself out of the chair with a large yawn, moving to the other side of the room to retrieve the cup he had left there. His journey was halted when the knob began vibrating, its regular hum gearing up into a whine, and he darted back to the console. The readout was going insane, displaying more than Sefton could keep up with. Before he could make the judgment call on whether to retrieve someone else or observe the phenomenon while it happened, the air shifted, tore open, and swallowed him whole.
The sensation (floatingfalling) was brief. Sefton barely caught a glimpse of blackish creatures swimming through the colorful expanse of space before he was ejected quite rudely on the other side. He crashed into the sand below with a pained grunt, rolling onto his chest. Before he could register that it was suddenly day and outside and on a beach, the world twisted, turned, and faded away.
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On the other hand, he couldn't help but wait for the other shoe to drop. He knew it was a matter of conditioning--that he had been through so much in such a relatively short amount of time that he just couldn't settle. He kept waiting for something else to happen.
Which meant that those few times when Lance wasn't being constantly watched by his friends or family were soothing. They meant he could get out from under anyone's radar. Silver Mountain was a personal no-go zone for obvious reasons, but Sevii was secluded and peaceful. That was why he was currently there and camping in the mountains, someplace the local trainers wouldn't find him. Well, at night, anyway. Right at that moment he was lying on his back on Aerodactyl's head, humming idly and watching the clouds pass over while she glided over the islands.
Then, quite suddenly, the dragon let out a surprised "Ryyl?" and banked sharply enough to make the redhead tumble with a yelp, grasping her harness to keep from falling.
That was when he saw the black figure way down below on the beach of the Ruins. "Okay, fine, good spotting," he grumbled good-naturedly. So much for his secret vacation spot. With a hum the dragon folded her wings around him and plummeted, and within seconds she flared above the beach and landed. Lance, rubbing his eyes and running a hand through his hair (he hadn't exactly been prepared there), didn't immediately look down, but Aerodactyl made another shocked growl and nudged the man in the sand.