Yukari Quest VI - A Z-Machine Adventure

[Serela]

>Examine the indentation.

[Hello Purvis]

>Examine the indentation.

>Making your way toward the recession, you note you that every so often, a small silvery mote flies from the pointed oval. These occasional motes fall into the depression, where they lands in various spots. Some lands on the outer rings, and begin to flow downward through the ramps; others land closer to the center and begin to flow into the grooves. Slowly, they made their way toward the oval-shaped indentation in the center.
>Maribel lands, and quietly looks around at the scene.

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[Kilgamayan]

> What material do they appear to be made out of?

[Hello Purvis]

> What material do they appear to be made out of?

>It's difficult to tell. They look something like silvery confetti or small scraps of cloth, but they seem to be flowing like a liquid, despite keeping their shape. More of them seem to be spraying out from the oval now.
>"I don't think that's string anymore, Yukari," Maribel says.

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[Kilgamayan]

> "Indeed not. Perhaps something will happen when it fills the indentation?"

[O4rfish]

>Good thing that didn't happen to our finger!

[Hello Purvis]

> "Indeed not. Perhaps something will happen when it fills the indentation?"

>"Maybe," says Maribel, as she walks over to the other side of the recession.
>The motes are coming faster now, a veritable rain of them flies from the oval, falling all over the recess in floor and flowing toward the center, where a small pool is begin to form. Though looking downward, you think you catch a glimpse of some motion overhead.

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[Kilgamayan]

> Look up to make sure.

[Hello Purvis]

> Look up to make sure.

>You look up, and see that the room above is quietly collapsing in on itself. The white ceramic-like mater is twisting and compacting as through it were cloth being drawn inward, toward one of the walls. You note, to your relief, that the gap does not seem to be affected by this, and is floating there as it always has been.

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[Kilgamayan]

> "Ah. That could lead somewhere interesting."

[Hello Purvis]

> "Ah. That could lead somewhere interesting."

>"Huh?" Maribel says, before following your eyes upward. "Oh crap! Is that bad?"
>The room above is collapsing upon itself quickly, already it has compacted down to a third of its prior size, and shows no sign of stopping.

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[Kilgamayan]

> "Our way out appears to be unaffected, and I hold no attachment to the rest of it. Do you?"

[Hello Purvis]

> "Our way out appears to be unaffected, and I hold no attachment to the rest of it. Do you?"

>"I suppose not," says Maribel, watching as the mass overhead continues to compact upon itself without a sound.
>Within a few moments, the remains of the floating room have been reduced down to a small mass, and continues to compact further. The rain of silvery motes continues, making the recess becoming something of a fountain. The motes, themselves seem to be losing mass as they gather toward the center; the small puddle there is not nearly enough to account for all the motes now. Turning your eyes back upward, you see the remains of the room above compact down to a mass no longer than your head, then a hand, and then smaller yet until it vanishes entirely.
>The string continues to feed into the oval regardless. Looking over, however, you can see that the hole in the wall seems to be getting larger.

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[Kilgamayan]

> "Ah, the hole."
> Step away from the recession a bit, juuuuuuust in case.

[Hello Purvis]

> "Ah, the hole."
> Step away from the recession a bit, juuuuuuust in case.

>"Is that bad?" Maribel says, as she looks over. The hole is definitely widening; or rather, it seems that the wall around it as unraveling, feeding the string that is being drawn into the oval.  Motes fly from the oval like a true fountain now, streams of motes flow along the rings now, flooding into the central part of the depression. Something is forming there, and you can feel a great sense of familiarity from it.
>Though the widening hole, you can begin to see a mass of green. You aren't sure what it is, or if it is solid or liquid or something else entirely. It is definitely encroaching upon the hole being opened.

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[Kilgamayan]

> Position ourselves so we can keep an eye on whatever's forming in the depression and the mass of green at the same time.

[Hello Purvis]

> Position ourselves so we can keep an eye on whatever's forming in the depression and the mass of green at the same time.

>You move opposite of the ever-widening hole, watching as it grows faster and faster. The mass of green is joined by a bordering mass of yellow as more of the wall is eroded away. Within the depression, a solid veneer of silver covers the bottom of the hole now, as more and more motes flow into it. From it, you can sense a kind of recursive border, definitely your own handiwork.
>Maribel joins you, looking at the expanding hole with obvious worry. "That's safe, right?" she says.

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[Kilgamayan]

> A recursive border...could this be the mirror, perhaps?
> Do the green and yellow look like anything?

[Serela]

>Does the mass of color seem like it may be a color-world-type familiarity? This area has been progressively more similar to it so far, after all.
>Ah, our own handiwork, hmm? Might this be our missing mirror?

beaten by kilga `-`

[Hello Purvis]

> A recursive border...could this be the mirror, perhaps?
> Do the green and yellow look like anything?

>Does the mass of color seem like it may be a color-world-type familiarity? This area has been progressively more similar to it so far, after all.
>Ah, our own handiwork, hmm? Might this be our missing mirror?

>You suspect it very likely is your mirror.
>It is difficult to say if these colors are indeed like those of the color world at a glance, but you suspect so.  Your suspicious run deeper as more of the wall erodes away; now leaving a hole some yards across, and you can see more green around the edges. As well, you can feel the borders shifting amidst the usual chaos; the chaos prevents you from really seeing what is happening.

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[Kilgamayan]

> "I think we have found the color dimension again."

[Hello Purvis]

> "I think we have found the color dimension again."

>"...Yeah, I guess so," says Maribel, as the hole begins to extend toward the roof, as well as eroding the floor.  "I guess it's going to get us. What do you think we oughta do afterward?"

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[Kilgamayan]

> Our mirror hasn't finished manifesting yet, has it?
> "If we can get back to the gap that brought us here, I would suggest doing so, once we have had a chance to see where we are."

[Hello Purvis]

> Our mirror hasn't finished manifesting yet, has it?
> "If we can get back to the gap that brought us here, I would suggest doing so, once we have had a chance to see where we are."

>"Got it." says Maribel.
>The hole continues to widen, revealing more swathes of green and yellow as well as blue. The shift in the borders is becomes more and more noticeable; and you suspect that something is happening within the dimension of depths. Visually, there's nothing odd to see, but you can feel there is a threshold being altered as the colors become more and more prominent. You suspect Maribel can feel it, too. As for her, she is definitely losing what little distinguishing features she has, dissolving into an amber cloud.
>The ceiling erodes away, faster and faster, as do the walls and floor. The erosion no longer seems to conform to the thread itself, but rather tearing away at various spots now. The depression has become a fountain now, the motes flowing like silvery water.  Then it stops suddenly; the flow of motes coming to a halt as little of the ceiling and walls remain. The motes themselves flow through the structure, which is beginning to break down itself, gathering toward the mirror forming in the center.

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[Kilgamayan]

> Might as well wait out the rest of the mirror creation process. If we can, given the current state of affairs, take it once it is complete.

[Hello Purvis]

> Might as well wait out the rest of the mirror creation process. If we can, given the current state of affairs, take it once it is complete.

>The last of the motes trickle down through the ramps and into the groves. As they do,  more and more of the room quickly dissolves away, until there is little left but some sections of the floor. Maribel has almost entirely dissolved away into a cloud of amber. You feel significantly less there as well, but rather like you are drifting through a dream. But, despite this and the recession itself starting to disintegrate, the last motes make their way to the bottom, and flow into the mirror waiting there.

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[Serela]

>Retrieve mirror!

[Hello Purvis]

>Retrieve mirror!

>You move forward and, and reach out to grab the mirror. However, you think it is more accurate to say that you have engulfed it.
>You have lost all sense of your body. There are only colors now. All around you is green, full of pleasant feelings. The amber is nearby, radiating a sense of confusion and curiosity.  Above, for lack of a better term, is a slash of charcoal gray, most definitely a gap.

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[Mr. Sacchi]

> Try to convey the feeling of "let's go to the gap" to the amber cloud.
> And then proceed to the charcoal grey, move through it, out of this colorland

[Hello Purvis]

> Try to convey the feeling of "let's go to the gap" to the amber cloud.
> And then proceed to the charcoal grey, move through it, out of this colorland

>You send a feeling that it is time to leave, and make your way to the gap.
>The gap opens easily enough, and you move through it to emerge back in the broken temple. The heightened instability of the borders immediately assaults you like a sudden wave of noise, taking you a moment to adjust to. Cradled in your arms is the mirror.
>You obtain:  Yukari's Mirror

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