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Post by Joshua on May 19, 2004 21:38:54 GMT -5
The 5th floor defied description. Literally and figuratively. It was big, but parts of it could shrink to sub-atomic size if designed to. There was neither order, nor chaos to the room, but at the same time it was beyond description. If anyone asked what it looked like, no one, not a scientist, not a poet, not even an insane Seer could tell them the answer.
The room changed, and it remained the same, and it was never the same from one second to the next. It kind of helped that I was familiar with fifth dimensional space, which is usually where I was while I was inbetween exits of a time portal. Physicists call it HyperSpace, some aliens call it Subspace, while mages and witches call it a pocket dimension. I'm familiar enough with the way things work that I don't care what it's called, just so long as I don't go crazy from staying here too long.
Quickly, I moved over to what most would call a desk. Until I pressed one corner and it suddenly turned into one of the... no, THE most advanced computer on the planet Earth for the next... oh say 500 years or so. At least.
When I encounter non-english, possibly alien, text, I let out a sigh of brief frustration and sit down on empty space where one might normally consider a chair to be. But there wasn't.
This was going to be a long day. Unfortunately, I had less than six hours to find what I needed to and get back to the others, before Mai and the others returned.
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Post by Jessy Jackson on May 20, 2004 10:53:13 GMT -5
There's one bad thing about being a mouse. Mice can't cry. I had to keep switching back into a human to let out my emotions. Unfortunately I was quite noisy.
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Post by tucker on May 20, 2004 11:01:31 GMT -5
I got up and left the room, determined to find out what exactly Joshua was up to. We'd been friends for a while and I knew that something was wrong.
Half way, however, I was stopped by the loud sounds of sniffling and general crying sounds and I gently opened a closet door to find Jessy curled up on the floor in tears
'What the... Why are you crying?'
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Post by Jessy Jackson on May 20, 2004 11:05:18 GMT -5
"I'm...not...crying," I sobbed. "Go...away." I turned away. I couldn't look at him.
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Post by tucker on May 20, 2004 11:13:04 GMT -5
'No. I'm not leaving until you tell me why you're crying, which you are by the way'
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Post by Jessy Jackson on May 20, 2004 11:25:22 GMT -5
"You should know," I snarled.
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Post by tucker on May 20, 2004 11:38:17 GMT -5
'Did I say something wrong? Or do something? Are you scared of fireworks? I... I wish I knew what I'd done wrong but I don't, I mean I am a guy after all. We're not know for that. Whatever it was I'm sorry'
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Post by Jessy Jackson on May 20, 2004 11:44:10 GMT -5
I turned to him, my eyes brimming. "Why did you call me kid?"
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Post by tucker on May 20, 2004 11:53:54 GMT -5
I laughed and quickly stopped when she glared at me, tears spilling down her cheeks
'Sorry! Sorry it's just... You're crying because I called you kid? Jess I know this might come as a shock to you but you're 16 years old. Technically you still are a kid but I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you or anything. No-ones ever gotten upset when I called them kid is all'
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Post by Jessy Jackson on May 20, 2004 11:58:31 GMT -5
"I hate being a kid! You never get to do anything and noone takes you seriously." With that I became a mouse again and crouched in a corner. Tucker still didn't go away.
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Post by tucker on May 20, 2004 12:07:26 GMT -5
'And no-one will take you seriously if you hide away in your animals! Jessy this is the real world and the demons, the vampires, the parents' Her nose twitched 'They won't go away! They are never going away unless you fight them and you cannot fight them like that can you? You are still so young and you still have so much left ahead of you, don't waste it okay?' I sat down next her small form 'Forgive me if you want but I'm staying here until you change back'
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Post by Jessy Jackson on May 20, 2004 12:09:46 GMT -5
I changed back. The closet was suddenly very crowded. A single tear rolled down my cheek. "I know. It's just..." I looked at him.
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Post by tucker on May 20, 2004 12:13:04 GMT -5
I frowned and shifted my legs until I was sitting more comfortably in the small space
'It's just what?'
((Be back in like 5-10 minutes))
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Post by Jessy Jackson on May 20, 2004 12:19:04 GMT -5
"It's just everything's going so fast and I just feel, well, useless. Sure I did that T-rex but then what? I black out and cause trouble for everyone. I'm just to little." I spat out the last word out.
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Post by tucker on May 20, 2004 13:47:06 GMT -5
'You're gonna get stronger and more experienced at this I promise. One day you won't even recognise feeling like this y'know? For now you just have to concentrate on widening your skill, lessening the blackouts. You are going to be a great shapeshifter one day but first you've got to practise'
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