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Published: 2018-10-14 11:08:56 +0000 UTC; Views: 2156; Favourites: 41; Downloads: 0
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‘Oh. Hello there.’‘…’
‘I haven’t seen you before. Are you dreaming?’
‘… …’
‘Here?’ Her shoulders giving the slightest shrug. ‘This is… It is… Think of it as an Inner World.’
Smiling she raised her hand and tapped her finger to her breast. ‘Inner world.’ She spoke softly, as though trying to explain a difficult concept to a young child. ‘You.’ She extended her arm, placing her hand on the visitor, a barely noticeable shiver present. ‘You, are from Outer World.’
‘…?’
‘I know.’ She shook her head. ‘It is, difficult, to explain. Particularly for Outsiders. But maybe…’
Gesturing with her right limb, to the world around her. A series of torches flaring to life to illuminate a forest path. Yellow gold light, tinged with orange illuminating the lush undergrowth.
‘Will you walk with me?’
‘… … …?’
‘No.’ She shook her head almost sadly. ‘No, this is your dream, Outsider.’
‘…’
‘Because I wanted to see your world.’
‘… … … …. …’
‘Yes, it is a strange and beautiful place.’ Rising from the stone bench, she drew in a sharp breath. As a swimmer who has just dove into cold water may. ‘Think of this as a Middle World, the space in-between places.’
‘…’
With a smile she laughed. ‘I know. It is not easy to explain.’ Extending her hand, she looked up towards the stranger.
‘… …?’
‘My name?’ She faltered. ‘In Inner World I am called Core-Mediator-3-85. But I prefer the name: Ambassador.’
‘…?’
‘Yes, that is what I was created for, it is, if it makes it simpler for you, my existence.’
‘… … …’
Blowing out an indignant breath, she fixed her remaining eye upwards to the stranger. ‘That a bit indignant coming from an Outsider.’
‘…’
Her smile returning, she squeezed the stranger’s hand.
‘Yes.’ She began her smile slowly fading. ‘And no.’
Raising her hand to touch her scared face.
‘They were gifts.’
‘… … …? ’
‘From Outsiders.’
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They say 'no pain, no gain'. I'm not sure if I believe that any more.
My mother died. I don't think I gained anything.
My dog just died. I don't think I gained anything.
Just pain.
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:c That is terrible, my sympathies for your loss.
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O.O *looks arpund and then pinch myself* ouch! Some dream im having
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'Or maybe, you, are my dream.' The bunny beside you pauses, looking you over again. 'Or maybe you are a nightmare, come to haunt me? It is difficult to tell sometimes. So Outsider which is it to be?'
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Um....neither? I just woke up with you hanging in the corner of my bedroom....in plants...
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'Pants?' She asks, a touch if confusion in her voice. 'And this is your house?'
She looks around. 'Then this must be your world outsider.'
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Indeed it is my world...*slowly climbs out of bed and stretches* man...
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'Your world...' she repeats again slowly. Her gaze drifting around the room. 'Then you must have brought me here. Why?'
Her voice does not hold accusation but it's quiet questioning. Her browse rise or the one over the right eye does the other is a mask in scar tissue.
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Uh....*doesnt recall* i dont know.... i was going to ask what brought you here... but as i can see we both don't know, maybe I'll open up one of the portals again
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For a moment she starts, though recovers quickly hiding her expression behind a neutral mask. 'You want me gone already?'
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No not really... *gets out of bed, forgetting that i was naked* so what can i do for you?
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Her one good eye goes wide as she takes in your naked body.
'I... I... I...'
She stammers, clearly at a loss.
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What..... oh... *grabs my blanket ans held it to my waste area* sorry about that, i sometimes sleep naked....and forget that i did afterwards
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'I... saw. Yes.' She blinks several times. Trying to clear her head. 'It, I... I had almost forgotten what Outsiders looked like.'
Her expression shifts from one of shock, to one of curiosity, her gaze lingering over you and the concealed mass behind the blanket.
'Is that... normal of outsiders?'
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Well, sort of.... wait whay do you mean by that? *wraps the blanket up around my waist* are you talking about sleeping naked?
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'Sort of?' She clocks her head to the side before rising, and placing a hand on the outside of the sheet, fingers brushing the fabric lightly. 'No, my people sleep naked as well, we share each others beds... but that is not what I am talking about outsider.'
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Then what did you mean...im sorry, what was your name? *grips the blanket so it doest fall off*
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Still looking at the blanket the disguises your manhood, she stops to look directly at you. 'My name is Core-Mediator-3-85. And who may I be addressing in turn?'
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Indy Goldham, just call me Indy.....*looks down at where she was staring* you...you don't see outsiders ofter do you?
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'Indy Goldham.' She tries out the word, rolling the syllables carefully over her tongue. At your question she twitches, as though struck from behind.
'No... And, Yes.' Her mutilated hand, missing a finger rises to touch the hollow that is ow her left eye. 'I have seen Outsiders before.'
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Pretty much nailed the name well..... *i gave a long look at her, showing signs that who ever these "Outsiders" were, brings sadness to my eyes* wait here.... *leaves the room for a moments*
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As you rise to pass by her, for the briefest of instances you catch her quiver, out of rage, or fear it is hard to tell. Though she is silent and continues to stand where she has been instructed too.
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*i come back into the room with a large berry* i want you to eat this...it will make you better... *holds it to her*
(Guess what it is buddy xD )
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Looking the berry over she smiles, accepting it as though from a tribal who has just given her a totem of power.
'Many tanks Outsider.' She cups the berry in her hand, letting it slip to her lap before reaching up, and, with some difficulty undoing the clasp on her shoulder.
The fabric fabric falling away to expose her right breast and dark nipple.
Oblivious, or, not seeing the problem, she presents the broach to you.
'A gift, from my people.' She explains. 'Created by our finest artisans. It...' hesitation. '...It is to keep one safe on their travels.'
(Oh I recognize it. 
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Oh...normally that is something i dont worry about...you see that berry there i gave you? After i ate that, i died from an accident that no being could survive from. *pulls my head off my shoulders* this was my death about 8 years ago. *re attached it back on* i gave that to you for you to eat.
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Smiling a knowing she uses her remaining fingers to fold your hand closed over the metallic clasp. 'Please, it is a ill deed to turn away a gift, especially one so rare as from a...' her voice trails off, as though she has said to much.
With fascination she watches as you remove your head, only to replace it once again.
Her gaze never leaves you, but she stares in silent wonder at what she has just seen.
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Youve seen a man take his own head off. Trust me, youre not the first to witness this. Eat that fruit and you will see what i mean
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Of sorts, in her case that rings a little more true than most. This one was build as a side note from a long standing project of mine. Sort of a personal piece, if you would.
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Ooh. I see some dimension shenanigans upcoming
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Lol I soft of threw this one out there just to see if it would catch traction, the surprising thing is how little it has actually caught. >.<
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Still don't have a full storyline fleshed out yet?
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Well, the storyline is flushed out. It looks like most people did not find it interesting though.
This character was actually based on a Calvin and Hobbes comic idea. In those Comics or at least a few of them sometimes you get a look inside Calvin's head, and see the miniaturized versions of himself running around.
If you were to crack open my head and take a look inside it would probably be populated by small bunnies running around. This was one of the characters that I had planned to use, just a small side Persona of the greater whole.
The question that I had hoped to spark with this was where she got the scars from and why she looks the way she does. However I suspect that most people have just overlooked that aspect. Pity really.
But that is what it is, not sure what I will do about it now.
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Maybe if you post more, some more people will be able to catch on to the story.
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True, that is the ultimate key to keeping ones interest focused, all I need now is the time. T.T
I am at one of those annoying critical phases where I just need a solid month or two to concentrate my efforts on one task, and one task alone. Somehow that never quite works out though. 
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As long as something gets done at the end.
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Aye, hopefully it will be a good one. ^^
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Perhaps too much so, are you familiar with the Calvin and Hobbes comics? In a few of them you actually get a look inside Calvin's head and see the little miniaturized versions of himself running around often with quite comical results.
If you were to crack open my head, you would probably find it populated by a small army of bunnies running around trying to keep all the systems running. A full-time job, trust me.
One of the more seasoned ones would be this bunny. One of the few personality quirks that have been around for a lifetime.
And being around that long has seen a lot of wear and tear over the ages. Though most of those scars came from very early on.
Her creation was inspired by my first week I spent un public school. Before attending I was even more artistically creative. I quickly learned that art was considered a feminist trait, either be envied or beaten out of you by student and professor alike.
The result was a long and arduous amount of unpleasant memories, AKA the Meat Grinder, or, Auschwitz as I like to call it. All our school needed was the iron gate with the words 'Work makes you free.' And it would have been perfect.
After the first few weeks though, I hardened into a much more jaded and cynical individual. And learn how to fight back pretty quickly, though I do look back at some of my first and untainted art with fond memories of what could have been.
Go public school!
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Exactly what I was thinking of when I saw her.
A piece of your inner psyche. A veteran.
Veteran of the Psychic Wars by Michael Moorcock.
“You’re see now a veteran of a thousand psychic wars.
I’ve been living on the edge so long, where the winds of Limbo roar.
And I’m young enough to look at and far too old to see.
All the scars are on the inside.
I’m not sure that there’s anything left of me..”
Mine would be disheveled soldier sitting at the well worn controls. Staring at the screen with a thousand yard stare. Just one more day........lock and load.
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This is why I like her so much, there is a lot of psychic damage there. And there is a lot to be said about living on the edge, this time of the year, is particularly hard. Have I mentioned the Christmas Curse? November to December is the dark times, as there is always something, something, that will go wrong.
Today, around 7:00 the cures struck. And in spades.
Thankfully I have developed a 'Lesser Evil' solution to the problem: Stay. At. Work.
The key is to stay as long as physically possible, and then drag your feet on the way home. Then sleep. It is not the best of plans, but it does work, hence the term lesser evil.
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Oh yes.
November to December is indeed the cursed dark times.
I see it at work.
The customers are just edgy.
More emotionally unstable than usual.
Ready to let the monsters loose.
The slightest inconvenience is an overload leading to a breakdown of morals and societal boundaries.
Blood sacrifices seem the only way to pacify them!
Even a rainbow on a misty day is no comfort.
I serve my time on the line.
10 hours.
I finally make it home, safe, sound......then sent to the mall as my bonded female well aware of the dangers but needing to feed on the sales.
Again I go into the fray.
Now unarmed.
Without body armor, personal protection, visual mantle of authority.
Instead I rely on my wits and a particular set of skills developed over time.
I make it home with the prizes of the mall.
Give them to my appreciative female.
Food is my reward.
TV sports a benefit.
Go Mavericks!
Sleep.
Tomorrow......back to the line.
SSDD......😁
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Good morning James, nice story, she look good ^^.
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Good morning, and thank you. I had fun building her, all the little details that went into her creation.
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