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Lance DeBrinn

"I'm not really invincible. It's just hard to exploit that."

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by NeverEndingFlip

Description

Lance DeBrinn





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Appearance




Age: 1936 years old

Gender: Male

Race: Ordan (A variant of human.)

Position: Guardian

Hair Color: Blonde

Eye Color: Blue

Height: 6 foot 5 inches

Build: Lanky and tall, but graceful.

Weight: 175 pounds

Apparel: Lance enjoys wearing the color white. Typically wears a white suit or white overshirt with a golden colored shirt underneath and white close-fitting pants. His shoes are white and sleek and very comfortable. His belt is smooth and black, carrying his hilt holsters of the same color. Occasionally, he wears a white fedora with a black stripe at the bill.

Notable Accents: Lance has a Guardian Ring on his right ring finger.





Personality




Exterior: Lance is a hard person to read. The first thing people will feel/think about Lance typically is his aura of power. Combined with his height, his silently ignorant demeanor when he walks into a room and his aura paints an intimidating image for people at first glance. He is often considered a person to avoid. Should anyone work up the courage to walk up to Lance and talk to him, whether they have to or whether they want to, he will speak with a cool ignorance, giving required information only and nothing more. The more you talk with him, the more open he'll become and the more warm he'll appear to be to you. If you prove yourself to him, he'll be a friendly face and a greater ally to have.

Interior: Lance is a very analytical character. Most of that comes from his training to become a Guardian. He prefers to view a situation from the background before making a move, believing he'll learn more that way. It's hard to earn his loyalty, but should one earn it, he's that way until you prove your trust to be invalid. While he is aware he is not always right, changing his mind is harder than one may think. He is stubborn about how he should handle situations. However, the more he knows you, the more value your words will have on him.

Likes: Cleanliness, Cheeseburgers, Grace, Hope, Information, Balance, Combat, Accuracy

Dislikes: Anything Dirty, Demonic, and Dumb.

Strengths: He's very fast, very accurate, very agile, and very deliberate on his actions.

Weaknesses: He's not that strong and very stubborn.





Equipment & Abilities




Equipment:
Portable Dimensional Gateway Device (P-DGD)


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A device shaped like a common cell phone, but has the function of traveling through dimension holes. Based off the original DGD, this device was built by Dr. Evan Burkton, a renown Ordan scientist, right before the Ordan Masters took control of the human race who believed they were following a "messiah". This device was used to allow a few Ordans, Humans, and Kohans to escape to another dimension and start anew. Since then, this is Lance's gateway to the Multiverse. It allows Lance to travel to and from any dimension that exists. This device is the only one of it's kind.

Haven Swords


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A classic Ordan weapon, Haven Swords are the definitive weapon of the Guardian. The blade is made of an advanced structure of Carbon, making the blade harder than any blades humans could forge against it. Yes, that means harder than diamond. Tinted gold, yet glassy like diamond, the blade forms from the carbon in the air at the push of a button on the hilt. It formulates in either on one end of the hilt or both sides. However, the blades are shorter should the second option be implemented. Lance has two of these blades and akimbos the two very often.

The Transicom


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Another brilliant invention by Dr. Burkton, The Transicom is used for two functions: Transit and Communication. The Transicom works interdimensionally, allowing communication between Lance and Dr. Burkton no matter where Lance goes. However, that's only part of the story. Dr. Burkton can send new equipment, tools, and weapons he develops through the Transicom. The equipment he sends is often experimental and has no reliability on whether it'll work the way it's intended to or not. However, Dr. Burkton can make and send any invention that isn't his original without flaw.

Abilities:

Clairvoyance: Through his Guardian training, Lance has developed a sense of clairvoyance...that be he can see a couple seconds into the future to predict what an opponent will do a second before he does. This along with his natural instinct, allows to sense any nasty surprises the opponent may have up his sleeve. Using this ability distracts him from the fight for a couple of seconds while he uses it. Hard to use in battle, but great to use right before.

Accuracy: His Guardian training has also given him an inhuman level of accuracy when he strikes. His strokes are always deliberate, every step has a reason and a method behind it.

BreakDown: He has the ability (gifted to him by Dr. Burkton) to analyze the molecular make-up of anything he needs to. Like a switch, Lance can flip this specific form of vision onto any item, whether it be used to analyze a single component or to sweep across an entire area. However, it is lot of information to process and Lance chooses the former over the latter. Such a vision left on for too long can and has driven him to near madness. A little ironic that the ability is dubbed the BreakDown.





History




Work In Progress.

So begins...

Lance DeBrinn's Story

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From the emptiness of space that wasn't too far from the action, a spark in space became visible. The spark was tiny and barely visible by the naked eye. Slowly, surely, the spark was growing in size. Bit by bit, more detail began to show. The outer bright purple ring that seemed to expand faster with every second. The circular shape it took. The vibrantly black center that seemed to move at it's own will. It looked like a sideways black pool was forming.

The spark grew and grew until it was the size of a man. Then it stopped. At first, it appeared that nothing was happening. All was calm. Suddenly, a figure appeared out of the pool, stepping onto the foreign land of Blackrock for the first time. The figure wore...a lot of white. White, close-fitting, but not uncomfortable slacks with a white blazer to match, on top of a surprisingly plain yellow t-shirt. Not a hair was out of place, not a wrinkle was to be found. Even his shoes, as white as the majority of his clothing, gleaming as if they'd been military shined. A flash of sunlight reflecting revealed a gold ring on his right ring finger, though it was anyone's guess on it's significance. Looking up, a young boy-ish looking face would be there to greet them, yet he was nothing of the sort. Blonde hair and electric blue eyes that seemed to vibrate the senses, they merely matched his 6 foot 5 statue and his aura that reflected power and intimidation.

Lance DeBrinn was simply stunning.

The now revealed portal closed behind Lance, leaving him alone with his stature. Lance put away what appeared to be a cell phone device, lifted his arm to his mouth, and pulled back the sleeve, revealing a "wristwatch" of sorts.

"Dr. Burkton, I've made it to...wherever this is..." he spoke calmly and calculatedly with a monotone voice.

Some typing could be heard, then: "Ah, yes. You are in the Multiverse Universe, according to my documents." The voice sounded young and polite, yet a bit scraggy and bright.

"The...Multiverse Universe?" Lance appeared puzzled. "But, aren't we all already in the Multiverse?"

A slight chuckle could be heard. "Oh, no, no...well, I men yes, you are. You are in the Multiverse Dimension within the Multiverse itself."

Lance sighed, "I'm confused. Can you please explain?"

"Gladly. This dimension is what a universe would be like if it was, in itself, a Multiverse. Instead of the universes existing across dimensional barriers that need to be crossed to traverse into other dimensions, this universe is it's own Multiverse, containing all the universes, but putting them in one expansive world. Does that make sense?"

"Well...kind of."

"Don't worry. You'll understand in time." A pause. "Just explore around for a bit. Try not to get yourself killed...but I'm not worried about that. Keep the Dimensional Device safe."

"Got it," Lance went to put his wrist down, but remembered something and brought it back up. "Do you have any gear you want me to test while I'm here?"

"Not quite yet. I'm almost done with something, but I'm still working out kinks. I'll let you know when I'm sending something through the Transicom."

"Kay, thanks," Lance reached for his belt and pulled out what appeared to be two tiny black rods. Twirling them in his hands, he pressed a button on one of them, smiling in satisfaction as the Haven Sword appeared to form out of thin air. In fact, it formed from the Carbon in the air, building a structure of Carbon that made it two levels harder than diamond. Transparent with a gold tint, the blade was double-edged and looked weak since it was rather thin, but it was not a weapon to underestimate as it could probably cut through any material man could make.

Lance pushed the same button, letting the Haven Sword return to it's "sheathed" black rod state. He would use them when he needed them. Right now, he needed to figure out what was going on. Lance looked around, trying to find any forms of life.

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A soft breeze blew across the desolate space, whipping sand particles against the former Ordan Guardian's face. He felt the grains on his skin, but remained nonreactive to their slight sting. Looking back, he noticed how quickly the footsteps he'd made not a few seconds ago were carried away within the gusts. No matter, he decided. There was always a Plan B.

The further he walked on, the more boring and intricate the landscape appeared to him. The same dull colored sand. The same slightly colored rocks. A scrap of metal here and there wasn't enough to catch his attention as he figured it to be a lost technology from ages ago, the remnants buried in the sand while the legacy it propelled carried on in newer generations. The sad part was all advanced species, no matter how complex in nature, tended to forget where they came from as they enthralled their livelihood in visions of the future. More often than not, it led to their downfall.

There were others who thought differently, who focused too much in the past and keeping the traditions that brought them to their current point. Yet, they have no direction to move afterwards, leading them to fall into a cyclic pattern of routine, never to advance from their current state. It was just as important to forget the past as it was to remember it.

It still amazed Lance how often he kept balance in his life. He'd grown a lot since the day he'd met Rachel, but the one thing that remained constant was his perspective on how the Multiverse should be considered and treated...delicately. It was not a life form's place to change the current condition of the world they lived in for the sake of changing the condition. It always led to something bad. He thought of the destroyed world of Kaos, the conquered world of Earth, the Ordan way of life spreading across the dimensions like a plague disguised in perfume. And it sickened him to have ever associated himself with them. But at the same time, he felt blessed to have ever been in their presence, for he would not be the person he was without them.

Lance looked up for the first time...and cursed himself inwardly at not thinking of doing this sooner while he stared in awe on the outside at the congregating fleets miles above him, presumably in space. Not moving or daring to look away, he brought the Transicom to his mouth.

"Burkton, do you still have that soundwave magnifying device?"

"Well, I haven't worked out all the bugs and stuff. But I have made it to where you can pinpoint where you want to hear the sound from. You still can't hear radio transmission sounds however. They still come through as static. And you will get a very broad base of sound. if you're trying to hear into a bar or something, you're better off just walking into it yourself. In all honesty, it would work the best in space."

"Perfect, I think that's what I need. Can you Transicom it to me?"

There was a pause on the other line. "Are you sure? I mean I won't be able to Transicom you anything for a while after that. And you have no idea what you're up against. What if you need a weapon or tool or something?"

"I'll be fine," Lance reassured. "There's nothing happening here where I'm at. It's all above me. And you know how I use these Haven Swords."

"Alright. I'm just warning you."

"Appreciate the concern, mate. Just take care of everyone on Ryon."

Suddenly, a blue beam shot out of the Transicom and stopped two feet from Lance's face. A ball of static showed in electric blue in front of him. The artificial figured began to take a shape, the discombobulated entity slowly lifting it's veil to reveal...a bluetooth-like device. Lance pushed a button on the Transicom and the bluetooth device popped into reality, using the atoms of the planet to form itself. Lance popped the thing into his ear, turning the three knobs in the bluetooth to triangulate the position of the audio to be heard.

"...Obelisk of Sorrow, we.....................mission...nothing more. Just some lost ................"

Lance was having a hard time trying to get a perfect pinpoint of the conversation to be had, but at last, he could hear everything crystal clear.

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Water, water everywhere...and not a drop to drink.

That is if you don't like excessive amounts of salt in it.

He could feel the breeze the moment he left the planet he'd learned was called Blackrock, stepping through the portal behind him. The sun was beating down. The air was thick with moisture, the wind thick with salt. He needed a place to stop and think about this new place he'd approached. He'd traveled through many different dimensions and seen all different arrangements of beauty in his travels.

But no scenery really captivated his attention more than beaches.

He supposed he had Rachel to blame for that one. Their first date they had they went to the beach. Something about the moment they had on that worn dock stretching beyond the sand and into the water. Something about the atmosphere, pink as a rose with shades of lavender and orange softness stretching around them as the sun had set. Something about the way her lips tasted on his own, soft and plush and still carrying that faint scent of cherry mint...a scent that was her own.

But he didn't want to dwell too long on Rachel...it brought too many tears.

So Lance stared out at the blue water, thinking about the complexity of this world that was almost as boggling as the complexity of the Multiverse travel itself. He knew there was a movie about it...Inception. Yeah, that was it. But how deep they could go was incomparable to how far he could go with his dimensional device.

Take that, Leo!

He drew his Haven Swords, resting them on his lap as he watched the world go by around him. Sighing deeply, he eventually drifted off to a very light sleep.

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Not that one, either...

Zeek Atellus wasn't a poor man, nor was he a rich man. He was certainly a man of refined tastes, especially that of artifacts on the beach. Many thought him to be a little off in the head. Zeek didn't pay heed to those people. He knew the secrets certain things held, the unravelings only unravelable by specific tasks in certain order.

Another stone, a nothing stone, Zeek thought to himself, turning a smooth rock over between weathered hands. Every day he walked this beach, and every day he found exactly one precious thing. Usually it was a crystal. Sometimes it was a small something from the Rell. Every now and again something valuable to trade.

Dropping the stone, just a stone, Zeek continued onward. He scanned the sand for anything the waves might wash up, not bothering to look too far ahead or behind. Who ever came here anymore, anyway? The more populated part of the beach was miles back, and the next port wasn't for another town. It was when Zeek was contemplating on the tranquility of the moment, wondering exactly what he would find today, that he almost tripped.

Someone was snoozing on the beach, and in their lap something precious indeed. Stopping abruptly, Zeek stared at the stranger. Where did they even come from? He stood there, shadowing the stranger, wondering to himself.

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He didn't feel the shadow crossing over his face as a change in lighting...he felt it as a movement in the ethereal room in his mind.

He wasn't dreaming...he had too much to think about to be truly asleep. Instead, he was in the Wake, a state of consciousness that fell between consciousness and REM sleep. It has taken on many forms over the years. Some would call it semi-consciousness. Others would pessimistically dub it "daydreaming". How it transcribed through history was mainly through the Buddha religion, specifically the path to enlightenment through meditation. Although from under usage the power to enter and control the surroundings of the Wake was never lost to the humans that inhabited Earth, few truly took advantage of it's potential. Most people simply created a world in their head and escaped to it whenever the subject at hand was boring to witness. He was able to do many things in this state like completely and accurately store knowledge he obtained, rest his body (but not his mind), and think in an isolated chamber of his design.

Oh, and fool potential enemies into thinking he was asleep.

In his styling of the Wake, his room was encompassed in foggy glass, purposefully done this way this time to find out of someone was really trying to sneak up on him. The room itself was warm and breezy with a hint of salt in the air, as if he'd never left. He "sat" in a chair in the center of the room, thinking over thoughts...an activity he'd rarely done in the past but had grown more accustomed to nowadays. Looking out, he could see the atmosphere was bring altered in his area. Something was moving, but he couldn't tell what. "Sighing" at how short his break truly was, he snapped out of the Wake and back onto the beach, opening his eyes slowly. What awaited him was a silhouette in the sunlight that was too intense for him to make out facial expressions. He could at least tell he was most likely designated the male gender.

"Um..." Lance didn't know what to say. He didn't know if this creature spoke English or not. Damn, if only he'd brought along his translator when he started jumping through the dimensions. It would've made a number of these travels easier.

For now, he figured he'd start with introductions.

"Hey," he said with an uncomfortable undertone to it. "Am I disturbing your spot or something?"

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"No," Zeek responded, in the lilted accent of the coast, "It's just there aren't normally others along this way."

He continued to look at the stranger, or more what was in the stranger's lap. After a few moments of awkward gawking Zeek realized exactly how awkward his gawking probably was. He stepped from the sunlight and looked out to sea. The stranger was no longer shaded, and Zeek had established a slight distance. The interesting artifact in the lap of the stranger, Zeek had come to realize, was most likely a weapon. He didn't see many weapons. Read about them in books, but didn't see many at all. Maybe one, once. A pocket knife washed up here, once.

"So..." Zeek began after some more silence, then realized he didn't know how to ask what he wanted to ask. Where did you come from was rude, why are you here was even ruder.

"You like the seas?" Is what wound up falling from Zeek's mouth.

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Well...he'd had more awkward stare downs in his lifetime. They weren't as intense as the Western movies made them out to be. Maybe if he had a complete orchestra behind him at all times...but he'd get annoyed with that real quick.

At least it seemed like the man wasn't aggressive. He'd had enough of people showing their balls to him that it was starting to become a preference to end their bravado then and there with no patience. Of course, he held these thoughts back and heard the person out the tactical way he did. Still, it was a refreshing change to see someone be so...docile. He sheathed his swords, knowing that this person wasn't going to hurt him...probably.

Sitting up, he could get a better glimpse of what this person looked like. He looked...sun-baked. Not necessarily old, but exposure to the sun gave him a weathered look...like he'd been through a lot. A descriptive term came to mind based upon his looks: beach bum. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing and he knew it.

The quirky question the man uttered was good enough for Lance to break the ice with this man, making him chuckle as he said, "Yes I do. Quite a lot actually." Keeping the small talk toy train a-chuggin' along, he continued, "Why does no one go down here?"

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The sharp weapons were put away, and that made Zeek slightly more comfortable. The sea glimmered back, lapping gently at the shore, but nothing interesting washed up. Perhaps this person was the interesting thing for the day? The thought had Zeek smiling on the inside. A first. It wasn't often Zeek got a first. For a creature of habit, of walking the same sands daily, he certainly did like firsts.

Zeek stretched towards the sky, crossed his legs, and plopped down into the sand. He shrugged off the small pack from his shoulders and brought it to his lap, but kept it closed. It was more of a comfort thing. Leaning back on tanned arms, Zeek turned his face upright and let it take the sun, listening to the stranger.

"There is nothing here," Simply he responded, for it was the truth. Nobody came this way for there was nothing here. Nothing to buy, nothing to see, nothing to trade. The only ones who wandered this far were the young or the bored, and he wasn't exactly either. Zeek continued after a moment's pause, "Some days, there are camps this far. People wish to get away, and here is where they come. That is not usual, though. Most days, it is just the shore and I, and then whatever I find."

A little smile crept across his face, "Today, I found you. You are not from here." It was not an accusation, or a comment meant to provoke insult. It was simply a curious observation that Zeek couldn't resist any longer. He wondered about this stranger, where they were from, why they had weapons, but knew better than to ask. At least, yet.

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To get away...

He could relate to that. When he chose to jump dimensions, he wasn't exactly running from an enemy so much as he was running from repetition. That's what he'd noticed in a variety of the dimensions he'd traversed to. So far, there wasn't a single universe he'd experienced where they didn't have some way to experience change. Sure, there were communities who leaned towards one side or another and stuck to that belief system, but there was always some way an individual in a community could get away temporarily and avoid it all.

It was a quality that has resonated with every intelligent being he'd come across thus far. The desire to change in some way, shape, or form was what drove them through life. The medium varied, but the principle was constant.

For instance, this man. From what Lance gathered, he walked these beaches daily, looking for items of interest. He assumed he didn't walk home empty on most days. He could imagine the man at his home, glancing over trinkets and tools while trying to decipher their meaning.

Lance smiled back at the stranger. "No, I am not. I come from another place." He remained vague because it was hard-wired into his brain to remain so when talking about his history. The Ordans lived in secrecy among the humans for so long, it was almost second nature to do so. Besides, he wouldn't expect anyone to believe he had a device that could jump dimensions and he didn't want anyone to. He'd learned a while ago that sometimes it's better to play it safe with information of valuable possessions one owns until the individual has proven himself worthy of obtaining the knowledge.

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"Another planet," Zeek mused in response, staring out into the sea.

He was just a child of eleven, the last time his home town welcomed people from another planet. They looked like his people, but didn't walk like it. Their clothes were different, and they carried strange weapons as well. Not all of them. A massive metal vessel had landed in the sea not far from this spot. Almost exactly this spot, come to think. The Rell had come up en mass. They bobbed on the shoreline to greet the strangers. It was an arranged peace visit, but that didn't matter to Zeek back then. All he knew was something new.

"How did you get here?" Zeek asked absentmindedly. His thoughts were far in the past, his eyes were on the sea. He could almost see that vessel now. He could almost hear the delight of the people who poured from it. Many of them had never seen so much green.

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"Yeah...something like that," he mumbled as he looked up at the sky. It had moved from it's peak, signifying it was early afternoon. Not his favorite time to be walking on the beach, but right now it was fine. He'd figured that this person would know he came from another planet...he'd been here just long enough to know how the Multiverse worked. It was strange to him because while he had anticipated the answer, he knew this place was relatively uninhabited by a majority of individuals in this Multiversal universe. Terra was the hub-bub of all Multiverse activity, so most people found their way there and kind of loitered.

Lance wasn't like that. He liked being placed few like him have been before.

And so when the stranger asked the question, he shrugged. "I kind of walked, I guess." He wasn't lying either. He did walk...through a portal rift to get here. But he recounted his words, deciding that since he'd been so passive towards Lance, he deserved to at least know how he arrived on their home planet. "Tell me, do you know anything about Dimensional Travel?"

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"Dimensional travel," Zeek rolled the words around in his mouth. It wasn't really a thing anyone had ever talked about, at least not to him. He wasn't from the big city. Their local library was two rooms, and he spent most of his time on this beach.

"I know of travel," He said, considering in his mind that dimensional travel must involve walking to some degree. Lots of walking? There were a lot of questions bubbling to the surface of Zeek's mind. Walking from another planet seemed impossible. From what he remembered learning in school, never completing higher education, planets had atmospheres and other things that prevented humans from just walking to them. Not to mention gravity.

"No," concluded Zeek, "I know nothing of dimensional travel. I suppose it does not involve large vessels, coming in from the sky, if you walked. Space travel, a different thing?"

Out at sea the water began to bubble. Not in a threatening way, but in a way Zeek knew meant something big was happening soon. A bunch of Rell, perhaps a whole town's worth, were coming to the surface and heading towards the nearest metropolis. Trosis, the hybrid city of land and sea. Zeek lifted a finger to point at the small commotion. They were moving quickly and would be out of sight soon.

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Lance watched the beach nomad contemplate what he'd said. He'd figured as much. He assumed dimensional travel wasn't heard of on this planet as it was relatively unnoticed by the people of Terra. Space travel...that was a different story.

"Yeah," he replied, "Space travel is a different thing..." he was about to go into it when the native pointed towards the sea. Looking outward, he caught the water doing some shifty things. It appeared to be bubbling. Curious, he kept watching as the sea began to move more and more unnaturally. Finally, he understood what the native was trying to show him.

"Who are they?" he asked the man, figuring he would know since he noticed them first. "What are they doing?"

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"The Rell," Zeek exhaled with a point of awe. He stayed silent, watching as the bubbling mass drifted to the horizon, and then eventually disappeared. Watching the rell always filled Zeek with a sense of hope.

"They are like us, but different, much like your dimensional travel," Zeek began, but again fell silent to contemplate the meaning of this. The rell were extremely complex, like any other sentient organism. They were all mind and little matter, but made matter with their minds. A few minutes later their wake hit the shore. The water swelled ever so slightly, crashing just hard enough to shake him from his little trance.

"They are going to the great city of Trosis," Zeek explained, "For what reason I do not know. They travel as such every time and again, but only for important matters.... Exciting events."

He turned to look at the stranger, regarding him curiously, then dismissed the thought that the rell were coming for him. They hadn't veered in this direction. It wasn't unlikely that the rell knew a stranger had crossed the dimensions and landed here on the beach, but with the rell one never knew. Sometimes Zeek thought they knew everything. Sometimes Zeek thought the planet told them everything.

So, what was going on in Trosis that called the attention of an entire pod of rell?

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The Rell? He gathered immediately that they were just another species on the planet, but the way the beach nomad had said it...it set Lance on edge. The Rell didn't do things like this unless it's for a unique reason...he could gather that without the man's input. The bit about the dimensional travel was news to his ears though. Did they know how to jump dimensions? Is that how they got here.

He doubted they were after him. He hadn't really made his presence known to them, nor had he planned to. However...

"Should we check it out?" he asked. He was curious about their affairs, but at the same time he didn't want to intrude on an important delegation with their people and whoever this man represented.

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It would seem this was the thing he had come here to find today. Not just a stranger, not just a circumstance, but an actual happening like not often before. Whatever the rell were up to, it was sure to be interesting. They were themselves interesting.

"I would enjoy that," Zeek said, flipping his pack on to his back. He inhaled deeply. With an exhale he stood, turning to offer his hand to the other. Adventure! Zeek wasn't usually one for adventure or trouble. Mostly he walked the beach, picked things up, made things, and traded them. Today, though, there was something special in the air. A stranger from another dimension, a traveling pod of rell. If there was one thing Zeek knew, it was how to spot a sign from Eterna for change. This was definitely a sign.

"First, we must secure transport to Trosis. Once we get back to the village, that should be no problem. Have you ever been upon a boat?" Now, Zeek was really smiling.

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The spark of adventure in this man's eyes was enough to allow Lance to take his hand and be helped onto his feet. It was a fulfilling feeling seeing that kind of determination in someone...anyone! From the most intelligent of beings to the most simple minded creatures, that spark was there. Discovering new things and new ideas was what life was all about according to himself. It fueled him onward. The salty wind blew across his face, as if to dramatize the whole affair.

"Yeah, I've been on a boat," he replied, remembering when Rachel and a few of her friends had invited him on a boat trip. Sure, a few beings from Kaos kind of ruined the ride, but the moments before that were nice. He didn't expect the creatures of Kaos to follow him here as he was quite a hefty number of dimensional jumps away for them to get here, so why not enjoy this one?

They started walking in the direction the traveler had came and Lance realized that he had yet to learn this man's name. "So, uh, what's your name?"

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The walk back to Zeeks' village wouldn't take longer than a couple of hours, just in time for dinner. The sand was hotter away from the sea. Zeek, with his shoes in his pack, chose to beeline for where the water met the sand. The ground was firmer here, anyway.

"Zeek," He laughed, realizing they had gotten this far without any proper formalities, "And what is yours?"

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"Lance," he laughed along side with Zeek, "Lance DeBrinn..."

As they walked while the sun descended to meet the horizon, Lance asked what kind of interesting things Zeek found on the beach day to day. His eyes lit up as he started listing off all sorts of trinkets and things that he discovered, from as natural as a perfect Conch to as mechanical as a Pocket Knife. He'd even said he'd found a crystal shaped like one of the Rell creatures from earlier. It left Lance wondering what kind of thing the Rell did under the water. How did they live? How was the life there different than what the life was on land? And, most importantly, where did they come from? He figured he'd get the answers to these questions one way or another at some point, but Zeek seemed ecstatic talking about the unique things to be discovered and Lance wasn't about to ruin his fun.

So he let him do most of the talking all the way to Trosis, which he assumed as the town they were heading to.

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"Lance, you say you've been on a boat?" Zeek said as they approached the border of his village. It wasn't Trosis, but from there Trosis was very visible. It's silhouette glowed against the natural auroras in the sky, tall buildings and globe-like structures that emanated a faint watery light.

The village wasn't nearly as impressive, boasting two or three taller buildings, mostly sprawling suburbs. There was a gulf, in the center of which a building emerged from the water. Zeek pointed.

"That is where the rell live, there aren't many here," Zeek then pointed to the buildings, "More humans, but come!" He set off towards the port, where clear globes bobbed in the water. Those were the boats, looking not like convential boats of other planets, but like bubbles on the sea.

"To Trosis!"

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Man, the construction concepts one could have as a Carpenter in this village...

For the most part, the suburb part of the village was fairly standard. He'd seen plenty of suburbs in his lifetime. It was one of the surprisingly more common things to find across the universes. What really grabbed his attention was the building that was built in the gulf. He had yet to see something like that. One thing was for sure...the Rell were innovative.

Moving on, he got a glimpse at the rest of the village which didn't have much else of intrigue. Reaching the port, Lance was left with more amazement. The sun was kind of low on the horizon, leaving a vibrant orange light on the village, the ocean, and whatever else it managed to touch with light, including the...Bubble...Boats? Lance inspected the transportation they would be taking to the city of Trosis. He'd never seen them this big before. How were they even made?

And on the horizon of the sea, Lance could see their destination looming in the water, giving off it's own vibrant light that somewhat clashed with the sun's. He was curious as to what lay in store for him and how many people would ask questions about him. But for now, he'd better not think about it. It would drive him insane.

Looking back at the "boats", he turned to Zeek, laughing in amusement. "Well, I can't say I've been in a boat like this before. Tell me, how do you get in?"

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Zeek grinned.

The boats weren't glass, nor plastic, nor anything found on most other planets. They were a special form of plasma produced by the rell. Able to be manipulated, but still holding their structure when not. All it took was the right crystal programmed with the right frequency to open one up. Inside there were round, comfortable looking basket chairs. One might note there were no seat belts, or any sort of security measure. Just comfortable chairs! In the center was a very slim column of the same plasma material, connecting the top of the bubble to the bottom-oddly invisible from some angles.

"It is simple," explained Zeek, pulling from the inside of his shirt a necklace with a few very small crystals. He picked out a perfectly clear one, detached it from the cluster on his necklace, and approached one of the boats. Turning to his new friend Lance he said, "Watch this!"

Zeek pushed the crystal into the bubble. It gently puckered and took the crystal into it's mass, a moment later melting itself away, revealing an opening for the two to climb through. Zeek wasted no time. He moved to the center of the boat, to the column, and stuck the crystal into that. It absorbed the crystal, and then the thing began to glow.

"Eh?" He turned Lance and grinned, wondering if the dimensional traveler had ever seen anything like it.

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Lance watched as Zeek demonstrated how to power the boat. He'd honestly never seen technology like this before, despite knowing that his species was fairly advanced. It was a true testament to how a different lifestyle could make the entire planet evolve in so many different ways. It reminded him there was a balance to be maintained, not just across the planets but across the dimensions as well.

Still, despite how different and how awesome it was, Lance couldn't help but note the flaws. If this kind of technology was very widespread, then by using some sleight of hand, a thief could control a person's life should he steal his or her necklace. But maybe they had measures taken to where they couldn't steal another's necklace or something like that. Nevertheless, it was fairly neat.

He whistled in appreciation as he stepped into the boat looking thing and sat in one of the basket chairs. "This...is...new to me..." he gazed in awe at the inside as he waited for them to depart to the city on the horizon.

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The grin never left Zeek's face.

"To Trosis!" Zeek spoke towards the crystal, which in turn began to glow. The light faintly swirled through the stem in the center of the bubble, dispersing throughout the plasma. Now they really did look like they were in a bubble! The boat shifted backwards, seamlessly, as if the water wasn't there. Zeek explained, "The plasma, it blends with the water, and so we become our own current in the sea."

He had the opportunity to show people new things every day. It was part of his job, working in the market for obscure curiosities. There was always something new. There were also a lot of times even Zeek was surprised.However, he had never had the opportunity to introduce someone to a world.

And so, the two new friends departed from the small port town of Siousia, jetting around the edge of Cathos, for the great city of Trosis.

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It didn't matter that night was falling fast. No matter the time of day, traveling by water-orb boat never ceased to look amazing. Zeek and Lance were making great speed. They would dock at Trosiswithin two hours.

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