Glory At Home, Just
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ONEIROI WEST
CONNECTED CONSCIOUSNESS

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"It was all just a dream!"

CRAWLER: Walko Bout | QUERY: Tasi | SEARCH: Tasi
ADDITIONAL FILTERS | PROBABLY: Secretive | BUT STILL: Mundane


You've picked well in terms of your array of place, companion.

My nature is abounding, so for all your troubles, calm with me.

Of course, I'd never miss a meet with someone so enchanting.

Quentin dissolves into a pile of motionless grapes. They, seedless, cultivate into the winter's harvest.

Have you ever ambulated of this place, disguiser?

Once, though somewhere far less sacred, but in such abiding. This place has an energy that I remember somewhat.

Prior to our ritual, I must assure the goings. Your time spent in the lower realm succeeded in my ruin? And must I say, you seem a bit peculiar this evening.

My transitions back and forth have been disrupting, yes, but I assure you, my insertion was a blessing, not a burden.

Excellent, my living friend, I'm sure this will go fondly.

Quentin becomes neither here nor anywhere else, reaching far past the abyss and grabbing hold of what remains.

He siphons a piece of the collective consciousness.


The Humble Abode of Tasi

Capitol
Tasi

Largest City
Tasi

Official Languages
Tasi

Ethnic Groups (0000):
100% Tasi

Demonym:
Tasi

Government:
Tasi

Time Economy:
1 Solar Year = 1 Tasi year

Reality:
Tasi

Psychology:
Tasi

Privilege Status:
Tasi

Immigration Status:
Closed

Emmigration Status:
Closed



Quentin


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With a flick of the metaphorical wrist, Quentin triangulates the location of three newborn masses amidst a cloud of elders. With no emotions to guide them, no center to hold them, these amorphous polywogs can be manipulated.

Quickly now, affix them to an angular coordinate.

Through no magic but his own, Quentin places the newborn masses thusly.

Now, let them speak. I need to know if they are ones to listen for.



Bill


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Aสia


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Wonderful, the youngest minds are malleable pleasantly.

The floating dream begins to enlarge in the middle of the circle, surrounded by the newborn consciousnesses.

Now it is the time, good pal, to bring your sufferings to me.

The crow places their hand on one of the consciousnesses.

Of body, we recede back to that form which we emerged from.





Bill


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He places his hand on the next consciousness.

Of changing, we recede back to that form which we emerged from.



Aสia


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He places his hand on the next consciousness.

Of thinking, we recede back to that form which we emerged from.






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That one's a rather quiet one, nevertheless disruptive.

I ask of you, oh dreaming son, can you accept the journey?

I stand, a crow, as ready as I'll be, friend. Light the pyre.

Quentin walks towards Tasi, who is in the middle of the circle.

Oh, how could it slip my mind, I'd forgotten your offer.

Ah, but a thing of the past, forget it ever happened.

"Is that so?"

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"What are you doing, Quentin?"


Consider this a gift from you to me, which I accept, of course.

Quentin lights the pyre and continues walking towards Tasi.

"What? Why isn't the ritual working? What did-"

Calm yourself, for you are but the dream of a decision. I promise that your town will not forget your contributions.

"You traitor! You don't mean yo-"

As we speak, my flesh and bones have long since disconnected.

"Thi-"

"This wasn't part of the deal!"

Deals are such a funny thing, but you should know that, Tasi.

Quentin pulls Tasi away from the circle, and activates the rune below him with a simple phrase:

May Nirvana, open armed, accept my soulless bounty

With a flash of bright green light, Quentin surrounds Tasi, bubbling in a form without a head or neck or body. Pieces of a tattered timeline rain across the heavens in an instant of visceral pain felt only by its wearer.

The crow consumes a small round fruit before becoming Human. It turns and looks back one more time to read and hear the sounds of molten suffering.






Five.

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Countless concepts surrounding the number invade Quentin's thoughts. Though his mind and flesh are neither gone nor separate, together, his organelles are nested in every nervous tissue, there is but a single phrase that makes up his entire being, which is






Five.

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Tasi gags, a feeling felt quite seldom by many Oneiroi inhabitants. The man approaches Quentin and intercepts his mentality. Dopamine, a flood of incessant dopamine emerges.

"Happiness… impossible."

Quentin had succeeded, of course, how could he not have? Whether the Nirvana he reached was physical or internal matters not to the wielder.

"No… NO!"

In an act of selfish provocation, the man caws and folds his talons into spears with which to attack the writhing gelatin. Suddenly, it feels a strong and undecided pull away from that which stole its only mode of mental figuration. Screeching an unholy cry, Tasi is slowly dragged away by that massive collection which called him from the moment he was born.

In the blink of an eye, Tasi returns to the hivemind, its own personal hell.


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