Snippet #2350772

Lotton was falling fast from the sky. The rushing air and pelting raindrops annoyed him. He must have been falling directly vertically, and face-first. He wanted to fall with the raindrops, not have some splash in his face. Looking around, he could see other breaks in the raindrops, falling to the ground. They were scattered, but he felt like he knew of their purpose. Chess pieces, who were to fight a war. Thankfully, not many were, leading him to wonder where he was, and how long he had been falling, along with why he was not dead of re-pressurization. He must not be thinking lucidly. It felt like he woke up from a 5 minute nap he desperately needed. Adjusting his body for what he needed to do, he felt no memories of what had him in shock. Maybe he wasn't in shock, after all. In fact, he felt painfully normal. He pointed down, and smiled slightly, as he snapped his fingers against the air rushing up to hamper their movement. A little bit of theatrics always made him smile a little on the inside. A circular piece of spatial distortion, or rather, slice, appeared below him, a hole in the fabric of a single dimension. The exitway appeared below him, opening in the way of the empty street he was falling into. He fell through, and lowered his feet slightly to avoid tripping on the tip of the portal. He activated the Talos Apparatus, and skidded along the concrete, with a large amount of force, mitigated into a manageable amount on his feet. His speed was not diminished, though. His feet were only barely on the ground, gliding along with a large amount of frictional force. After he stopped moving, at the end of the street, he put his hands in his pockets before looking at the intersection in front of him. there was a car with headlights shining at him. Looking behind himself, Lotton saw what he left behind. The portals dissipated earlier, but, behind him, leading up to his feet, he could see scorched lines of flame on the ground. It was interesting to see that such a cartoony effect was possible enough to happen. How Lotton loved science. Hopefully the laws of nature here were the same or similar to what he was used to in his own realm. He waved at the driver with his free hand, and smiled. Removing his other hand from his hat, he realized he must have put it there subconsciously. With good reason too, because, to Lotton, it was a good hat. Walking out of the street, he let the the rain fall on his head and the rest of his body, keeping the hat on.

Sorting out his thoughts, he felt a feeling on his hand. Removing the black glove, he could see the crest of the rook. Knowledge was in his head as to what he needed to do. He could not remember a past, but he had guilt. He didn't know why, until he explored another corner of his mind. He had a huge technical knowledge of so many things. Magic, technology, philosophy, even how he obtained such knowledge. That was where the thoughts stopped. Horrible imaged appeared in his brain. Horrible experiments had been performed by him in the past. He knew that the experiments were the ones with which he could learnt he most, and they were original, to say the least, but he knew he was responsible for them. He moved the thought to the back of his head. If all of this counted as his technical knowledge, then that must mean everything else he did not remember caused him to do such things. He felt joy in the memories of learning. In fact, the guilt was diminished in the face of his memories of understanding. But still, he could not afford to lose that piece of humanity in him, not yet. He was looking down all this time, and realized he was dressed in very fashionable clothes. Picking up a coin on the ground, he activated the other glove he had still on, and expanded the nickel, filling the gaps with magic energy formations to keep the structure together. As it was now, minus the magic, it had a lower density than the surrounding air. What he formed was a rectangular mirror. He saw himself, and let go of the disproportionately-light object. Without his effort to keep it intact, the object shattered into pieces, crushed by the air pressure alone. It was less than a millimeter thin.

Now, onto business. He was a rook, and he had to find his king and other pieces of his faction. He had no idea what the enemy was like, but that wouldn't be a problem. He was a fast learner. Looking into the night, he saw the beautiful city. The rain dissipated the light and made shimmers of the synthetic lights. It was amazing, to say the least. Almost as amazing were the castles that stood at opposite ends of the city. One black, and one white. they were beautiful, but he did not have a massive knack for castles. Well, he would probably wind up sleeping in the white one for the foreseeable future. It was not a problem. A castle was luxurious to say the least. His allies, on the other hand, were an important part of the entire game. A nice walk wouldn't hurt, so he walked, hoping to get to the right castle. On the way, he sat down on a bench, and finally put on his other glove. Woops. He forgot all about it. He could go and meet any other piece, if he really wanted to. It wouldn't be that bad to produce a portal, and move it around the city quickly, slipping it under doors, and sensing the other pieces through the portal, but it probably would not be a good idea. Partly because a piece with good reflexes or speed could probably jump through, or shoot through, if they had such a weapon. Also, he couldn't choose which piece to find. In the end, he decided to wander the city a little more. He lay his head back, to stretch his neck, before sensing something moving in the air above him. Sensing what it was, he recognized it as another piece (Alaysia Dunoir). He had no idea if it felt him or not, but he did wonder if that seeming-flight was one of the capabilities of a piece. If it was, than the other pieces must be far more than ordinary people.

Enough fooling around. He needed to find an ally. The pleasure of having so many pieces to look for had diminished in the face of practicality. He wasn't that insane. He activated a portal, of small size, in front of his face, and another that moved around. Thankfully it navigated unnoticed, but it had also not sensed a single piece until it reached a Gardenian hospital. There, the presence of the other piece was apparent through the portal (Mathius Cruven Dominus). (At Gardenian Hospital, Outside.)