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The Imagiverse

The Imagiverse

The realm of Fantasy, where the cartoons live.

20290 readers have visited this universe since Adam Skelecoot created it. Specmarine, and Adam Skelecoot are listed as curators.
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Introduction

<font size="4">Somewhere, on the other side of the edge of Reality, lies a realm built on our ideas and imagination, known as Fantasy, more commonly known as the Imagiverse.
No man has ever set foot on this strange and wonderful mirror reality, yet he has visited it, and built on it, countless times in his mind. In the Imagiverse, what can be imagined and thought takes a physical, psychological form. What is probable is certain, what is impossible is possible.</font size="4">

This roleplay is based off of the universe that I base my artwork on, which is a world, as said in the intro, built on the collective imagination of mankind. It encourages fun and silliness, as it inherits the humour of our favourite franchises, and also the mentality of Terry Pratchett's Discworld, so magic and randomness is allowed, in non-lethal levels, unless said magic is used in combat. Honestly, I'm not too sure if this is original or based off of the afore-mentioned franchises. I'm thinking it's both, essentially taking these existing ideas and adding to them.
The roleplay is currently under construction, but if you wish to help build the Imagiverse and become an admin, feel free to contact me!

Rules

  • Because of the nature of the roleplay's setting, all characters are welcome, as well as characters/OCs from franchises such as MLP:FIM, My Life as a Teenage Robot, Toontown etc.
  • No OOC hate. What happens outside the Imagiverse, stays outside the Imagiverse
  • No godmodding. You cannot roleplay as certain gods such as the Creators, unless you are a Game Master. And no absurdly powerful abilities that insta-kill, e.g ""Insert name here" lets out a massive wave of energy, destroying everything and everyone around him/her/it."
  • No ERP.
  • The combat in this roleplay is turn-based. For help on combat, see this guide: regarding-text-combat-tutorial-t32136.html
  • If you have a fair amount of roleplaying/writing experience, that would be a bonus ;)

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Character Portrait: Adam Skelecoot ((Roleplay Creator)) One of the Chosen Ones and brother of John Skelecoot
Character Portrait: Elyzia & Valfiel The butterfly sisters, A duo of both heroes and musical artists.
Character Portrait: John Skelecoot The Brother of Adam Skelecoot and Governor of the Skelecoots
Character Portrait: Locke Sky Basicly a child from Life and Death but can be killed
Character Portrait: Outsider Owru An inquisitive being with the strangest personality problem.
Character Portrait: Max the Robloxian The muscles of the Chosen Ones
Character Portrait: Kira
Kira played by Specmarine
"You seem like a strong opponent...lets fight and prove who is stronger!"
Character Portrait: Jack "The Ducky Boy" Quackers Amateur inventor, part of the Chosen Ones
Character Portrait: Fancy Pants Stick figure from Squiggleville, Heart of the Chosen Ones
Character Portrait: Vargas
Vargas played by Specmarine
"The gods are not to be feared!"
Character Portrait: Maxwell, The Creator "Child who doesn't fear sin. My will has already faded. Thus, let's try following humans instead."
Character Portrait: Selena
Selena played by Specmarine
"Within me exists anger, sadness, and happiness... They shall all be my power, and my blade."
Character Portrait: Toby Mason
Toby Mason played by Jas1547
A young child who ended up in Equestria by a wish.
Character Portrait: Outsider Mal In some twisted form of reality comedy is just a cosmic horror with a lot of bad puns tacked onto it.
Character Portrait: Dawn Maree
Dawn Maree played by Fauna
Traveling Apothecary
Character Portrait: Maximus Kendaro Not very well-known, new, sly, agent, withdrawn.
Character Portrait: Rose Valentine Rose is 18,female and she has pink hair and glowing red eyes, has raven black wings on her back. r
Character Portrait: Skitters
Skitters played by MartinVole
What do you get when you combine a simple woodland critter with an artificial godlike entity? "Kreh!"

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The Centre

The Centre by Adam Skelecoot

The galactic sector of the known Imagiversal worlds.

The Teslatorium

The Teslatorium by Adam Skelecoot

The Governor's private hangar, where his trusted engineers and scientists invent, and explore, new inventions

Mistral

Mistral by Specmarine

One of the continents of Grand Gaia

Agni

Agni by Specmarine

Home of the Ruined Agni Empire, the Hero Vargas originated from here

Palmyna

Palmyna by Specmarine

The land where Cardes the Malevolent was sealed away from the efforts of four brave heroes.

Grand Gaia

Grand Gaia by Specmarine

The land plagued by Gods and Demons alike. Many strong warriors wander around this massive world.

Centre - Fountain

Centre - Fountain by Adam Skelecoot

The middle of the Centre

Skeleville - Entrance Lobby

Skeleville - Entrance Lobby by Adam Skelecoot

The entrance to Skeleville, the Victorian ghost town

The Underworld

The Underworld by Adam Skelecoot

Land of the Dead, modernised

The Underworld - Entrance Lobby

The Underworld - Entrance Lobby by Adam Skelecoot

The Entrance Lobby to the Underworld

Skeleville

Skeleville by Adam Skelecoot

The home of the Skeletorians, undead who lived - and died - in the Victorian era

Skeleville - Skele Manor

Skeleville - Skele Manor by Adam Skelecoot

Home to John Skelecoot, Governor of the Skelecoots

The Discworld

The Discworld by Adam Skelecoot

The only mobile world in the Imagiverse, riding on Great A'Tuin, the space turtle.

Anti-Earth

Anti-Earth by Adam Skelecoot

A reverse version of Earth in the realms of Reality.

The Imagiverse

The Imagiverse by Adam Skelecoot

The Galactic Hub of the Imagiverse

Equestria

Equestria by Adam Skelecoot

The magically unstable home to the Equestrians

Minecraftia

Minecraftia by Adam Skelecoot

The cuboid world, home to cuboid people, magic and the Flux Taint.

The Edge

The Edge by Adam Skelecoot

The outer rim of the Imagiverse, fraught with subconscious chaos and unknown terrors

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The Imagiverse: The Edge Odyssey

Home to the strangest sights in the Imagiverse, the Edge is the most dangerous span of space known to all. Many have ventured into the Edge and never returned, but John Skelecoot is attempting his own foray into the unknown, along with the Chosen Few and a couple of others. What will they find? And will they return to tell the tale?

Grand Gaia Chapter 2: The Darkness (canceled)

With the Fallen God Cardes defeated, our heroes draw the attention of a new, or old, enemy. With the Darkness invading Grand Gaia, they must continue their journey across the new world, fending off the eldritch forces of Chaos

Grand Gaia Chapter 1: The Beginning

An Edge-dweller from the Land of Nod. A group of misfit heroes. A portal to the previously uncharted world of Grand Gaia. The Chosen Few and Outsider Owru become the first of the Imagiverse to visit the strange new world, oppressed by Fallen Gods and demons, and are about to take part in a centuries-old war between mortal and immortal.

The Imagiverse: The Arrival

The beginning of a new age, heralded by the unexpected arrival of two women from a previously unknown world, has begun. This is the introductory story of the Imagiverse, and how it learned of Grand Gaia. ((This is the first Arc of the Imagiverse, that became something similar to the Colour of Magic.))

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“Yes and no, eh?” Vragi mused, “That’s an answer I can get behind.”

The dwarf bustled along the he corridor as they made their way back. He appeared quite content with John’s explanation, even if it seemed suspicious. On the other hand, the sheer length of the corridor was taking its toll on him. He was used to scrambling in the dark dank of mines and beating the anvil for extended periods of time, but not so much running.

As they reached the cabins, he caught up, wheezing slightly and whistled at seeing the interior, before seating himself on one of the bunks (he wouldn’t be picky).

“Well, this is rather exciting!” He said with a dangerous glint in his eye.

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Skitters's wobbliness had finally subsided now that she was far enough away from the "ground zero" of Innovatium radiation. It still bothered her... that it bothered her that much. It might make keeping up this charade... if it could be called that. She watched the others enter their cabins, fighting like children over who gets which bed. Look at them, fighting over simple beds. She let out a mocking snort as she turned to the cabins assigned to them and stepped in. She looked it over and then jumped the one in the furthest corner of the room, taking the covers and sheets, swirling it around herself into a makeshift structure.

"Mine!" she yelled, holding a pillow over her head, glaring at the others, before plopping it down over her head to finish her mini-fort.

Grimms just walked in and chuckled to himself. "This should prove to be very interesting," he muttered, as he seated himself in a corner of the cabin, slipping out a book from one of his large coat pockets and began to just quietly read.

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Innovatium's discovery is often rumoured to have occurred at the precise time that Peter Walter I discovered Blue Matter, theorised to be the glue that holds reality together. This is interesting to note, as Innovatium is said to do the opposite; acting upon the mutability of reality to provoke hyper-fantasy, a term used to describe phenomenon that is more unreal than what is usual in the Imagiverse. Hyper-fantasy occurrences include near-physical hallucinations, the bending of physical laws and the supposed communication with a distant being, first reported by Jonathan C. Skelecoot, then recently deceased, in 1899, when an accident during the early studies of Innovatium reportedly drove him insane, running out of his laboratory and informing his co-workers, in a loud voice, that their world, along with the countless others they had yet to discover, wasn't real, that it was merely the imaginings of an omnipotent being that wasn't God. The concerned scientists called for the police, and Jonathan, who had calmed down considerably, was escorted to New Bedlam, as it was later named, where he had plenty of time to ascertain what he had seen in the explosion.
When Adam visited John in the asylum, straitjacketed despite his apparent civility, he was the first to hear John's story.

Jonathan, when he was still a young and breathing man, had the ambition of becoming a politician, as any youth who believes he has a few bright ideas on how to better govern the world would. When he died, in a rather tragic family incident involving his other brother Nicholas and every other direct relative including John and Adam, John momentarily put his political aspirations on hold - as there was a period of parliamentary confusion as the deceased statesmen awoke from their lifelong delusions - to partake in some part-time research regarding the latest scientific discovery; a bizarre substance similar to the similarly recent Blue Matter, but much more unstable in it's effects. Jonathan wasn't the only person to have been sadly influenced by this strange material, and it was likely he wasn't going to be the last.
The accident occurred on his first day. The substance in question was sealed in a brass sphere fitted with a window - a container that would much later act as the prototype of commonplace Innovatium power cores - that did not entirely fulfil it's purpose to safely contain the technicoloured substance, as was evident when John peered into the window...
What followed next could not be ordered, as the sudden visions lasted the duration of a second. In that rather crowded second, John saw distant worlds that did not correlate with reasonable science, the beating minds of beings that might as well had been stars in humanoid form, and the terrifying revelation about his own existence, that he was merely a figment of Their imagination that could be as easy to render non-existent as a child's drawing against a pencil eraser.
In the midst of this revelation, he was almost sure there was something else, watching him from the furthest point in space, beckoning him to step off the planetary body and embrace the stars. At least, that was his first impression. Later on, he was almost certain it was a cry for help.

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Vragi also giggled as the other two settled into the room. With some effort he hoisted himself onto his bed, perching on the edge of the mattress.

He looked around the room, nodding contentedly. He also seemed interested in the structure the raccoon had built for herself.

“Hmm…” he appeared deep in thought, as if posing himself some question. Abruptly he began to lift up the covers and sheets, inspecting them and measuring them in his head, before jumping down and addling over to the chest, taking some of his equipment and using it to make a tent-like structure. Evidently the question he’d had in mind was how impressive a fort could you make with bedsheets. He stood back and looked at his makeshift creation, with a quizzical expression.

He looked between the two structures, before saying, "I have more work to do." He then got to inspecting his fort, checking for ways to improve it.

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"Heh, you take this stuff seriously, don't you?" Skitters said, in response to Vragi.

"So, as a connoisseur of knowledge, curiosity overtakes me," Grimms finally said, lowering his book to glance over the top of it. "How does a being such as yourself end up inside common vermin?" There was a moment of silence, followed by rustling in the bedding fort.

"Ay? And how does a git like you end up in a tin can?" Skitters responded, sounding a bit agitated.

"Touché, but I meant no disrespect," he responded, before he returned to his book.

"Yeah, well... I... ugh... if you really must know, I'm from the edge, or rather, I was born in some isolated bubble in it," she finally said after some stuttering. "And I outgrew that bubble."

"That... doesn't really explain a lot, does it?" he said.

"Okay, sure, fine! But I don't know all the exact bloody details, they get foggy when your brain is put through a ringer! So yeah, anyways, Basalah? Yeah, that is my real name, Lady Basalah I was. My people were mostly a bunch of timid little mice... not literally, mind you, but bright lights and loud noises causes them to scatter. I mean, sure, we lived in a land with only twilight and night, by your terms, but still... a little light ain't gonna kill ya! So yeah, I felt my growth was being bloody stifled! So maybe, I got a bit overly ambitious, sure! But I'm a bloody genius! I can't be satisfied with accepting things as-is. And I got treated as a deviant, insane! I mean, I was also taller than the average git, get on my bloody level! Was..." she paused there, to try to gather her thoughts. "So I came up with a theory, one they really didn't like. I devised a way to pierce the veil and bridge into a hypothetical other world, using a kind of primordial energy I had concentrated by siphoning off some spacial anomalies at the world's borders."

"Sounds eerily familiar, and what device did you use to pierce the veil?" he asked.

"Wait... device? No no, I drank it."

"You... drank it?" Grimms responded. "I'm lifting a brow, by the way."

"Yeah... ehhhh..." she answered, her voice cracking a bit. "So, maybe not my brightest moment in retrospect, but everyone was wanting to have me committed and I was gettin' flustered and may have gotten a little full of myself. I mean... I am amazing! But... well, I had a split second of regret, before my everything was being being stretched across several planes like taffy, through an inconceivable multiverse... then nothing. Don't know how long it had been, but the next time I'm conscious, my everything ached like hell, and I awoke inside this... dinky roadkill of a shell."

"Roadkill?"

"Well, ugh, so it wasn't in the best condition when I first got into it, okay? Busted up all to hell, the animal was dead as it gets. B-but don't look at me like that, I ain't some bloody pet cemetery freak! I-I mean, I hope I'm not... that'd be utterly pear-shaped... But yeah, that is about everything, I ended up being experimented because I'm some kinda edge hybrid thing."

"I see," Grimms responds, yet his tone hinted he wasn't entirely convinced on that being the full story. "And... what are you seek-"

"W-well, enough! I answered your question, now mine!" she interrupted rather abruptly, popping up from her fort and pointing accusingly. He backs down, and rubbed his chin.

"Mine... I suppose is a bit more simple, I once looked human, a rather god-like one I might say. Strong and worshipped, I grew arrogant, thought nothing could stop me, that every obstacle I could overcome with sheer strength alone. I was almost right, but... well, a servant woman, sick of my garbage challenged me that the one thing I could never do is be humble... and I took the challenge. For the life of me, I couldn't do it, I thought too highly of myself, and I was, angry and defeated, left with the only option to admit that there are some things I wasn't good at... and shortly after we married. It was a learning experience for sure, and then we had two kids, a son and then later, a daughter. I was... happy? And yet I wasn't smashing things with my head and fists. But..." he pauses for a moment and lowers his head, placing his book in his lap. "I... should have known something was coming, glowing cracks had begun forming in my body. I told no one, especially not my beloved. And then, in my arms, that mortal shell ruptured, and the surge of raw energy from my body... and well... I suppose the one grace is there was likely no suffering involved. I tried to cry but my eyes were dry, I tried to drink it away, but the alcohol burnt away on my tongue... I couldn't even comfort my children, as I'd burn them too. This clumsy suit, a clunking wearable reactor shell, is the only way I can engage at all in the worlds, and it lacks any of the delicate qualities I once took for granted. My son turned from me, and my daughter... regressed. Perhaps out there is a means to once and for all shed this suit, and live... somewhat normally again. That and adventure... I've missed those."

"Geez, make me look like a selfish git, why dontcha? S-soo, you want your body back, huh?

"Essentially, yes, I suppose it is also closure, as well, with it. But I assume you want yours back too, right?" he asked, but Skitters simply paused, thinking on it for a bit.

""Y-yeah! Of course! It... uh... this body is total bollocks! W-well... I'm not sure, really... I mean, there's no way I can make this work as-is right? A lady as I, reduced to the body of a pathetic and graceless vermin! How am I to receive any envy like this? Pah!"

"Hah, you're a bit vain, aren't you?" he laughs, causing her to huff and plop back into hiding in her fort. Grimms then turns to Vragi. "And, where are my manners? We cannot forget you, friend, what is your story?"

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Ever since that fateful incident, John had been gripped with a common infliction for those who had taken a brief glimpse of what they do not fully understand. When he was released from New Bedlam - on the grounds that, despite his initial outburst, he was evidently rational for his blood - and began a campaign which ended with the Parliament disbanded and him settled as Old Albion's first and only dictator, he had since devoted his life gathering esoteric knowledge, in a similar fashion to a magpie looting Midas' palace for shiny objects. He refocused the city's efforts from military reinforcements to scientific pursuits, which eventually provided the government (John) with mechanical soldiers superior to the Royal Army, who soon dwindled in numbers in the face of the city's gradual disregards for tradition and decent humanity. John would eventually develop his own personal guard, the Peacemakers, dreaded law-enforcing automatons only deployed in the most serious cases of unrest, but mainly to protect the Governor with threats of having them let loose on anyone who so much as lays a finger on him. Always fitted with technology unavailable anywhere else in the city, the Peacemakers became subject to rumour of impenetrable armour and inhumane weaponry, which did the rest of the work of keeping the masses subordinate to their leader.
However, even after over a hundred years of developing his own library of strange or even dangerous knowledge, John's thirst for more hasn't satiated. This particular thirst was similar to an addiction to nicotine, or to trying to hydrate oneself with dry water; it is an endless cycle of drinking, then feeling unsatisfied. It is widely agreed that it was this endless thirst for knowledge that crumbled the rest of John's mind, replacing it with the cold, calculating machine it is now; consistently guzzling more information, considering morality only as a point of reference, and regularly going cuckoo.

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Vragi shrugged in agreement at Skitters' remark, before turning his attention back to his mini project. He was actually quite childish despite his apparent age.

He’d just begun scribbling down notes on a scrap of parchment when he found himself listening to his colleagues' histories, and with great interest. Tucking his writing equipment beneath the pillow he was sat on, he listened intently from inside what appeared to be a one-person bell tent.

Surprise flashed briefly across his face as he was asked his own story. He shifted a little. Usually being the one asking questions, he was unused to answering them.

“Well,” he began, “I felt stifled back home too, always wanted to see what was out there. We were quite isolated, see.” He took out the axe he had kept with him and pointed out the symbols etched into the blade.

“We use these magic runes to enchant and enhance the stuff we forge. Only a few years ago, longstanding contact was finally made with other worlds and we were trading in all kinds of strange things and materials we’d never laid eyes on. Anyway, naturally first thing we did was mess about with them. We started small, just put a simple resilience enchantment on a dagger, typical job. But instead it starts igniting everything it hits! We thought we might've botched the thing up so we did it again and the same thing happened. We soon found that our runes had completely different effects depending on what world the materials were from. It was like finding out there’s a whole bunch more alphabets in your language. And I had a good excuse to get out and explore other worlds. I’m searching for materials from as many different places as possible so we can discover how they react to runes. Just imagine what we might find out there!”

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"What indeed, the possibilities are quite literally countless," Grimms comments with a short chortle. "Been ages since I've been at the edge of my seat with anticipation. It would appear we all share that in common, escaping our cooped up lives."

"Countless possibilities, discoveries, treasures, power, it is a bit exhilarating," she muttered, curling up with her pillow in a ball. "But in the end, I want to not be looked down on, called a bloody rodent. Or something like that, always felt like something in me was empty."

"Well, we're all trying to fill a void. Luck to us that we all find what we've been missing!"

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A metallic, high-pitched whine would interrupt the volunteers. Upon closer inspection, they would discover that, unbeknownst to their initial inspection of the room - strangely enough - there was a strange, segmented funnel jutting out from the top of a wall, that was shuddering as the disembodied voice of Jonathan echoed from it.
"Helloooo, passengers! I've finally made it to the helm, and will be starting up the engine. During this, you might experience a bit of confusion as the Innovatium starts to pump through to the main thrusters and be ignited, theoretically resulting in a fair amount of residual radiation. But not to worry; this should not do you any harm. Starting the engine... Now!"
The cabin would begin to shudder, the ceiling lamp above waving erratically. A distant hum, once hidden in the background, was beginning to raise in volume and intensity, somewhere in the supposed direction of the Innovatium Engine. Outside the window, engineers and apprentices were backing away from the vessel, cheering and waving miniature flags. Somewhere in the distance, a band began to play a boisterous tune, likely the undead country's anthem, as the crowd would soon begin to sing along, words and phrases such as "God save the..." "Long to reign over us..." and so on drifting into the air as the hum indoors took a disconcerting tone.
"There we are," piped John from the gramophonic speaker. "Now, let the S.S Victoria begin its maiden voyage to the great beyond!"
The shuddering would make an abrupt stop as the skeletal crowd, who were now screaming in anticipation, began to drop from the window's view. Somewhere ahead of the ship, muffled by the hull and the humming, the passengers would hear the sound of something large and metallic begin to move, punctuated with occasional, thunderous clangs; discerning from how the noises seem to be emanating from just above the vessel, the Teslatorium must be opening up by quite a bit to allow the S.S Victoria to leave. After about 20 seconds, the ship would finally move forward, oddly flowing in its acceleration, like an iceberg with propellers in the back.
Soon, the vessel had left the hangar, the view replaced by an admittedly stunning panorama of the city below. Smokestacks towered over countless buildings, the sky being invaded by even more streams of smoke weaving into the clouds. As the ship spun, they would get a view of the sea, copper in colour and strangely silent, excusing the occasional steamer and other vague shapes along the horizon.
Eventually, John's voice would sound again. "Take a good look at the city. For over a hundred years, we've stuck to the machinations of the steam engine, hoping to perfect its use on every aspect of our technology. Now, with vast experience with Innovatium under our belt, we have achieved what was considered impossible back in the reign of our deceased majesty. The word has been spread, the town criers have brought the news, and millions of eyes are watching us at this very moment, most likely to see if I blow the damn thing up on the first jump, the bastards. Ahem, anyway, fasten yourselves on something, everyone! To the Edge!"
The background hum was now raising into a whine. Those who are on the ship will feel the uneasy sensation of moving at a fast speed while remaining in place, until the second part became irrelevant; S.S Victoria would achieve the unlikely of reaching the speed of light from a standing start.

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The Centre. Home of the known worlds of the Imagiverse. Although it can be considered small compared to the surrounding Edge, it is still bloody massive. One world, one of the many bubbles of space-time that were spawned by the Creators to house their Ideas, orbits around the very centre of the Imagiverse, which is unfortunately the location of a titanic mass of blackness, a large spot in space where there are no stars, no light. This is the Darkness, home to what has been referred to uncommonly as the Maelstrom's second army. The aforementioned world is the Imagiverse Hub, a universal crossroads for inhabitants of all the known worlds to meet, greet and visit other worlds. In that same bubble is the home of the Creators, separate to the mortal Hub. You may ask why they decided to put the universal crossroads so near to perhaps the most dangerous region of the Centre. Well, one may answer that it is to keep watch of the Darkness, acting as an orbiting satellite to observe it at every angle.
Somewhere in the expanse of space, the S.S Victoria bursts into existence with a brief flash of cosmic light. Slowly, it would turn, until it's main thrusters were facing the black blob in the very centre, and make it's way towards an ineffable point in space.
Within the ship, the gramocoms would ring again. "Everyone in one piece?" echoed the voice of Jonathan. "We'll be making our way to the Threshold, but that'll be a while. In the meantime, kick back and relax with one of the records I've packed for the journey!" A scratching would be heard before an aged, warbling tune starts to play from the gramocoms.

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“Well,” Vragi remarked as they materialised, “That was something.” He felt quite shaken, having never travelled at such a speed until now, and the unconventional nature of their mode of transport probably didn’t do much to soften the experience.

The dwarf hopped doggedly onto the floor and shuffled to the window to gaze over the view as they passed through the space. His eyes widened as he stared outside, mulling over their conversation and the possibilities of what might be out there, waiting for them (and whether that ‘waiting' was just a figure of speech). It wasn’t long before he realised he’d begun humming along to the music.

“Interesting song, haven’t heard one like it before.” He piped up, unsure what people might or might not be interested in discussing.

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Impressively, she was barely shaken from the warp itself but rather what came after caused her to stir. Wrapped in the bedding, she rolled and fell from her bed with a thud. Fighting her way free of the sheets, she peered out groggily around for the source of her disturbance, and narrowed her eyes. "Ey! What the bleedin' 'ell is that? "

Grimms would look up from his book, his eyes blinking out for a moment as he focuses on the music for a moment. "It is music, early 20th century I would assume," he responded, rather confident in his assessment. "I wouldn't know the title, however, but-"

"Music," she huffed. "I'd prefer somethin' with a... a beat, life, temp, y'know?" She then pantomimed playing a guitar to make her point, bobbing about to the beat in her head.

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The S.S Victoria was already picking up considerable speed. It was speeding past the many space-time bubbles that orbited the centre of the Imagiverse, entire worlds of different textures and colours, each entirely different, or rather similar, to the other. Soon, the spaceship had left the inner circle of worlds and was venturing deeper into the less-spacious Outer Centre, where raw Imagination, filtering through space on cosmic currents, crystallised into strange entities. As Max the Robloxian, currently playing a card game with his comrades to pass the time, glanced away from his shoddy hand towards the window, he was greeted by a large eye, belonging to a lolligo caeleste, also known as a giant space squid, its star-flecked hide a glowing blue. He would stare out of the window for several seconds before Adam nudged him back to attention. Afterwards, he kept his gaze firmly away from the window.
To name a few other peculiar phenomenon, the volunteers in the other cabin might see, through their window, a bitten green apple the size of a moon, a titanic purple whale with a little top hat perched on what could be considered its head, and a snoozing giant formed out of sea-blue stardust. It has become apparent that they were approaching the threshold in space where what can't possibly be real turns out to be just that.

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“Hmmm…It’s difficult to hear but I rather like it, myself.” Vragi replied, “Ah, not that there’s anything wrong with having a different preference!” he hastily added, not wanting to get into an argument. Getting on the duchess' nerves was something he thought best avoided

As the ship passed through space, the dwarf’s attention was drawn back to the environment outside which was becoming stranger by the minute.

“Now that’s…certainly a view.” He observed, gesturing toward the window. He wondered if looking at it all for a prolonged time was good for his health, but of course this didn't stop him gawking at it anyway.

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Skitters looked at Vragi, raising a brow, then, with a mightly leap, and kicking her feet, she pulled herself up far enough to a porthole to peek out. "Cor..."

Grimms steps over to lean over and look out as well. After a moment he just gives a short chuckle.

"Whaaat? What's so funny?"

Grimms pointed at the massive apple. "Look there."

"Oh? What is it?" Looking out for a moment, the raccoon looked attentively, swaying her tail excitedly, shifting her focus on one and then the other. "Sure, it is odd, is there something I'm..."

"Suppose since Mr. Giant didn't want it, anyone hungry?"

She freezes for a moment, then her ears and tail drooped, turning to give Grimms a glare. At first she seems ready to lash out for the bad joke. "All yours, sparky, I ain't eatin' after a bloomin' giant, let alone anybody."

Grimms chuckled at her reaction. He then cleared his throat and straightened his suit. "Well, to be serious for a moment," he said in monotone. "Although they seem benign so far, we should perhaps be on our guard in case there are some that are not. Not to be ominous, of course."

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The gramocon speakers would shudder and whine once again. John's disembodied voice spoke thusly, "While we are waiting to reach the Threshold (we are already halfway there, by the way!), I might as well educate you illiterate thugs, and the volunteers, on a piece of mythology unheard of anywhere except the Palm Grove, a rather select world inhabited by the isolated Hand Druids - that is, in fact, 8 foot tall hands that wear druidic robes, rather hospitable people, I find. Anyway, they are possibly the only species in the Imagiverse to even know about this story - except for myself, but only because I ventured there myself and read all their books - so listen well.
There are those who claim that the Imagiverse was created by a galactic detonation known as the Imagiversal Implosion, and I was once one of those who accepted the theory. However, the religious books of the Hands say that the Imagiverse was brought to existence by the Maker, Creator of Creators, a multiversal being who could create anything from nothing with only a thought. He lived in the very rim of the Imagiverse, within His dream castle, writing the rules that would govern the workings of His new universe, as well as forming creatures that would act as His caretakers, maintaining the castle He resided in. It was there that He also made the Creators, who you might consider to be His children, if the laws of reproduction apply to multidimensional gods of His level. According to the Hands, He intended to create a... playground for His children, a universe where they, and He as well, could shape the Imagiverse to their liking, free from the pressures of Reality.
Of course, things didn't go exactly to plan. You see, the Maker, after making the Creators and teaching them His abilities, he started having nightmares. Of what exactly, the books do not specify, but each nightmare brought forth increasingly dangerous creatures - a horde of black, tar-like demons that He imprisoned in a box, only to be released many years later as the Darkness - a towering mass of flesh and eyes, known nowadays as Argus, whose blood was later spilled onto Minecraftia and became the Flux Taint, and whose body broke apart into umpteen abominations - the list goes on to mention other demons with names I cannot pronunciation or recall at the moment. The final nightmare would be His worst yet, bringing to existence a malignant entity equal in power to His own; the Maelstrom, often referred to by the Hands as the Unmaker, the opposing bringer of Destruction to the Maker's Creation.
What followed was an intense battle between the two gods, until the Maker imprisoned the Maelstrom within the rim of the Imagiverse and sent the Creators towards the Centre of the Imagiverse, where they could create in peace. The effort in imprisoning the Maelstrom, as well as the resulting trauma, sent the Maker into an aeons-long slumber, and He hasn't woken up to this day.
His fitful dreams, as well as the Maelstrom's increasing influence over the aeons of wearing down it's chains, are likely the main reason the Edge is incredibly dangerous. The Threshold is the barrier between the Centre and the Edge, the froth of chaotic Creation that would tear any ill-equipped vessel to shreds. When we do get there, I would like it if you try and stay in your cabins, and don't, out of sheer curiosity, look towards the engine. We will experience what could be the highest level of hyper-fantasy that is possible in the Imagiverse. In short terms, well, try not to go mad from whatever you see, aight?"

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Vragi had his own maelstrom of sorts swirling inside his head, as his ocean of questions swelled yet again and it was all the poor dwarf could do to keep his trap shut. He was already racking his brain to make sense of the whole thing.

“I think I prefer the first theory, if it’s all the same” he mused quietly. Despite his own curiosity and usual openness, he was quite sceptical and not a fan of legends and rumours. When asked why he would usually go off an a rant that incorporated various words long the lines of 'fanciful' and 'airy-fairy' as well as some probably made-up phrases. His own thoughts were cut short by a warning to stay away from the engine.

“Ah, he just had to go and tell us not to do it. Might as well throw me off the side o’ the ship, It’ll just as well be ten times harder now.” He lamented, scratching his nose.

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Skitters's body slowly slid off from the porthole and dropped to the floor as she listened to the story. She was rather personally aware of a portion of this, being as she was, but it interested her in actuality on an outsider's position. While the thought of... talking hands was absurd even to her, seeing what she has been through thus far, it isn't hard to believe either. Her life thus far has lead her to accept the improbable, similar to Mr. Grimms, but with the added drive to... harness it, rather than simply observe and document.

The dwarf then said something quietly to himself, her keen ears picking it up rather clearly. To this she snorted, and from her jaws, rather than from the device that spoke for her, a shrill sound was uttered. "Kreehkehkehkehkeh..." It was laughter, or, at least the closest thing the vessel's vocals could muster. She held her sides, with all four of her forelimbs, and rolled on the ground. "Kreeeehkehekehkehkeh!" she cackled louder, the device now just sputtering in monotone: "ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

She stood back up to regain her composure, giving a short soft snort as she wiped a tear from her eye and spattering it against the wall beside her. What hit was rather not water, but something black that quickly dissolved into the shadows. "Well then, I know what I'm looking forward to," she muses in an almost childish singsong manner. Her tail flicked as the last words were spoken. "'Don't,' he says... oy, oy, he had to say 'don't'," she mused, slapping her upper forepaws against her cheeks, squirming anxiously. She was toying now, possibly teasing Vragi, if only for the reason to see the dwarf's views turned on its head, much like her's was when she stepped across the threshold. It wasn't exactly malicious, but rather curiosity on how another being handles the awakening process, a bit of scientific curiosity that made her almost gitty. Maybe then, finally, somebody would be able to understand her on her own level.

Grimms on the other hand stood silent, listening, until looking at the other two. He looked to the raccoon, who was rubbing her hands together, looking rather shifty, and the dwarf being compelled by his curiosity. "Okay, what are you up to?"

"Nuuthin'," she answered cutely, rolling her eyes to the side and shifting slightly, under her mask however, she cracked a smile.

It was clear to Grimms that she was up to something, what surprised him, however, was that she wasn't even trying to hide it. On one hand he was concerned what her scheme may be, but his profile of her, so far, was not one of a particularly sadistic nature. She's greedy, prideful perhaps, she was out to gain something, but what, well he didn't know that yet, but he had theories. "You know, that warning most likely comes from experience."

"Eh, he turned out alright, give or take," she responded with a coy little shrug. "I... would prefer to keep the insulation, however."

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