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Rather than grab the hand, Vayne brought his arm up swiftly to shield himself from the sudden light, followed by a cringe and a squint. He was not expecting that. “Erm, yeah-- dog. I-- I mean, I guess if you wanna call it that.” He still didn’t take the hand. Not to be rude, but more that he was simply disoriented. “You can call me Vayne, and uh. I have no clue where I am. I have a sinking feeling that’s about to become the norm for me.”

“Is it a cat, or a dog.  No Cats, please.”

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Phin wasn’t sure where the hell he ended up, but it wasn’t Nebraska.  He also wasn’t sure that was a bad thing.

The stars were mostly out, this clearly wasn’t any planet he knew of, but, here he was, walking backwards down a dirt road, thumb out.  Eventually, deciding that most people were likely gone, if there ever were any, he gave up.  At least he had his health, for once.

Being in strange universes was always an experience.  Old ones like these, though…  Maybe he could find something worth selling around he-

Was that a person?  Phin’s eyes caught a glimpse of… something.  It looked like a person, but it had a tail.  Shit.  It’d figure the only person would be a cat person.  Phin hated cats.  Still, Phin took a deep breath and waved down the road, trying to catch the figure’s attention.

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This must have been a very old world, Vayne thought to himself. There wasn’t anything around that indicated it was well populated, at least. It was his second little excursion, but this time, he found he hadn’t so much as willed himself to be there as much as he simply found himself there, that night. Vayne had been crossing with long, effortless strides across a road to the other side, when he caught a glimpse of the man--whom he was sure had caught a glimpse of him back, before he could fade out back into the evening. He turned, and made his way towards the man. He was curious. He didn’t plan on leaving this world empty handed. He would find out at least one thing of value, or at least get really, really drunk while here. He waved as he approached, seeing the man had done so as well. He stopped in front of the man, silent for a moment. Bright, violet eyes reflected eerily in the night, though he wasn’t threatening by any means. He was tall, though. Easily seven feet, lanky, and in an oversized duster (the intended size of said duster must have been for an actual, literal, real-life giant...or he got it custom fit because he likes loose clothes). When he finally spoke, it was...awkward. He wasn’t used to being the one to make the introduction. “..Uh, hey.”

“Is it a cat, or a dog.  No Cats, please.”

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Phin wasn’t sure where the hell he ended up, but it wasn’t Nebraska.  He also wasn’t sure that was a bad thing.

The stars were mostly out, this clearly wasn’t any planet he knew of, but, here he was, walking backwards down a dirt road, thumb out.  Eventually, deciding that most people were likely gone, if there ever were any, he gave up.  At least he had his health, for once.

Being in strange universes was always an experience.  Old ones like these, though…  Maybe he could find something worth selling around he-

Was that a person?  Phin’s eyes caught a glimpse of… something.  It looked like a person, but it had a tail.  Shit.  It’d figure the only person would be a cat person.  Phin hated cats.  Still, Phin took a deep breath and waved down the road, trying to catch the figure’s attention.

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Vayne muttered softly to himself, his shoulders slumping slightly, “what kind of crapsack world did I find myself in?” He had really hoped his first...expedition would be something more lighthearted. Something to get the crippling weight of being...well, far, far away from home (he assumed) at bay. He said louder, hoping to keep the conversation going in a specific direction, “And, what, standing around a nuclear wasteland is just some sort of paycheck for you? You haven’t, I don’t know, been attacked by a giant three-headed sandworm yet?” He stopped. Wait. Giant sandworms were a thing where he came from, so that probably wasn’t as strange to him as it should be. If mutant monsters existed, maybe they’d look like the normal (and very angry) fauna from back home. That’d actually be refreshing in it’s own right. “..Tell me about this wo-- region. Tell me about the region. What do you know of it--also, are we quite there yet?”

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He almost cracked a smile at the automaton’s response to the world automaton. Almost. “Erm. Well, I don’t want to vomit out my innards or grow an eight toe. Though, I suppose an extra ear would be nice. Show me the way…erm, sir.” It struck him that he had no clue what to call the automaton. Surely, just calling it the automaton would be rather rude. “You have a name..?” His tail swished, making his duster trail along.“Past the 1800s.”

He looked up and frowned, “What’s the year, right now, anyway? Care to tell me what happened here, that warrants and au– …a….you, warding people off?” Vayne had taken note of The-Automaton-Who-Should-Not-Be-Called-an- Automaton’s behaviors. He marveled at it being a truly sapient being, it was simply unheard of for him–no it wasn’t, yes it was–and shamefully, he found himself staring. Though, he would easily pass it off as expecting The-Automaton-Who-Should-Not-Be-Called-an- Automaton to lead the way.

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Dominant..species list? “you mean to tell me I’m *not* top of the food chain here--or is it merely that people are in short supply?” He tread lightly, sticking close and mirroring ‘Junker’s’ path through the, well, junk of the ruins.

He thought junker was a stupid name in all honesty. But then again, he wanted to call himself The Outsider only moments ago. Stupid, he supposed, was at least a step or two above edgy. He wondered, rather bitterly, if he would have one day seen his own world like this if he kept going on, and on, and on as he would have. “Well, then. What happened here?”

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He almost cracked a smile at the automaton’s response to the world automaton. Almost. “Erm. Well, I don’t want to vomit out my innards or grow an eight toe. Though, I suppose an extra ear would be nice. Show me the way…erm, sir.” It struck him that he had no clue what to call the automaton. Surely, just calling it the automaton would be rather rude. “You have a name..?” His tail swished, making his duster trail along.“Past the 1800s.”

He looked up and frowned, “What’s the year, right now, anyway? Care to tell me what happened here, that warrants and au– …a….you, warding people off?” Vayne had taken note of The-Automaton-Who-Should-Not-Be-Called-an- Automaton’s behaviors. He marveled at it being a truly sapient being, it was simply unheard of for him–no it wasn’t, yes it was–and shamefully, he found himself staring. Though, he would easily pass it off as expecting The-Automaton-Who-Should-Not-Be-Called-an- Automaton to lead the way.

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He almost cracked a smile at the automaton’s response to the world automaton. Almost. “Erm. Well, I don’t want to vomit out my innards or grow an eight toe. Though, I suppose an extra ear would be nice. Show me the way...erm, sir.” It struck him that he had no clue what to call the automaton. Surely, just calling it the automaton would be rather rude. “You have a name..?” His tail swished, making his duster trail along.“Past the 1800s.”

He looked up and frowned, “What’s the year, right now, anyway? Care to tell me what happened here, that warrants and au-- ...a....you, warding people off?” Vayne had taken note of The-Automaton-Who-Should-Not-Be-Called-an- Automaton’s behaviors. He marveled at it being a truly sapient being, it was simply unheard of for him--no it wasn’t, yes it was--and shamefully, he found himself staring. Though, he would easily pass it off as expecting The-Automaton-Who-Should-Not-Be-Called-an- Automaton to lead the way.

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Vayne’s eyes slid over in the direction of the town. A settlement, then, he thought to himself. “You’re an automaton!” He gasped, his tired eyes suddenly sparking with some semblance of curiosity. “You-- you saw that? Me? I, uh-- ...well, as I said. I’m not..from around here.” he made a mental note of the man’s...figure. He hadn’t seen anything like this before--yet he had. The closest thing he could come to, and be sure that it was his memory, was that of a golem back home. But golems weren’t sapient creatures. This man was. “Doesn’t that make... you radioactive, then? I mean, you’re standing around in it.” he folds his arms, “or is that not how this works?” he took a few more steps back. He doesn’t address the ‘teleportation’ other than acknowledging that, yes. It was a thing (as indicated by his response) and, no, he’s not native (clearly). He kept looking in the direction of the city. Any time his eyes made their way back to the machine, they’d quickly flit back. It’s where he wanted to go. Probably.

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“Yeah, radiation.”  Junker stretched, leaning backwards in the same manner a human would before exhaling and looking up at the… human.  His blue dome shone brightly, the hood having falling behind his head as he stretched, revealing two lifeless looking grey ovals for eyes, and a triangular speaker that acted as a mouth.

He glided towards Vayne, making a little noise despite his evident bulk, until he was close enough to get a good look at the fuzzy tourist.  “Radiation only works on humans.  And other… Fleshy creatures,” he said, eyeing the gray-haired kid up and down.  “You high or something?  Teleporting to this dump, here of all places?”  Junker pulled his hood back over his head, and pointed towards the outline of town.  “The only reason I’m out here is to make sure they’re not.  Bout once a month I gotta come out here and repaint the signs or a bunch of drunks’ll wander out here on a dare and die.”

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“R..adiation.” He nods. At first, he isn’t entirely sure what that means. Then, a thought nags at him. Another him knew all about it--he thinks it was another him, or was him the him that knew, and the other him was the him that didn’t? How did he know he knew what he knew or didn’t what he didn’t, what he had learned, or forgot, or had only pretended to learn or forgot? The knowledge of many hims, living in several of those spheres within the Limitless Void had already disoriented him. He looked dazed, before he shook it off, regaining the appearance of clarity. “I see.” He backed away from the wall, but then motioned for him to come over. “Then why are you over there.... Sir?” It was his turn for a question mark. Shouldn’t he be worried about frying, himself? His tone was polite, and subdued. It also had a weary quality to it. He sounded old, and tired, but his face looked fresh and young (there were more ways for hair to go grey, of course, then age). He followed up with, “--Thank you, by the way. I’m afraid I’m not...from around here. I had no idea what I was walking into. E..eheh.”

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It was time for his first. Vayne took a deep breath and focused his will upon one of the twinkling lights in the distance, and felt himself being drawn towards it. As the light grew larger and larger, beginning to take up his vision, he wondered what kind of world this would be. He wondered what he would find.

He wondered if it’d hurt, and if anyone would make a bad joke about falling from heaven.

It didn’t, and no-one likely did.

The light grew to blind him, and he was lost in the Limitless Void no longer. His pale violet eyes stung from the brightness, and then it was gone. Wind gently whipped his grey hair. He stood with his feet upon the ground, having appeared in a brilliant flash of light. Already, he was garbed in the proper attire for this new world, though knowledge of it–language, culture, technology–eluded him. Still. He would try his best to immerse himself within the world as one of them, even so.  Questions began to fill his mind.  Would he learn something? Would they know about where he came from–how would he even broach the topic, if he is to pretend to be one among them? Would they know he was an outsider? Outsider. He soundlessly rolled the word off his tongue. He liked the feel of it. “Outsider,” he repeated aloud this time. He liked the sound even more. It was a fitting term. He was The Outsider. A visitor to this foreign world. A transient being, mysterious and strange…

…………………and really, really, really hungry. Was this place advanced enough to have good restaurants? Wait. No cash. Being The Outsider was going to be harder than he thought.

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Vayne turned to the voice, seeing the light glint and reflect off of the man(?)’s ....face? He furrowed his brow and took a step in that direction, “Vayne. My name’s...Vayne.” he nodded to himself. There was no harm in using that name, right? He was donned in a dusty-brown duster (wow, redundant?), presumably to help himself against the sun. He wondered what strange rules were at work that suddenly bestowed said clothes upon him. “What do you mean,” he started, beginning to approach the man, “by skin-melting pain?” Wolflike ears perked up, both in curiosity and also to help funnel the heat from his body outwards. He raised a hand to shield his eyes, looking out against the glinting light where a face should be. His forearms down were dusted in a light fur, and his hands had sharp, black nails. His legs were much the same, from the mid-thigh down. They ended in digitigrade paws. He clearly wasn’t a human.

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It was time for his first. Vayne took a deep breath and focused his will upon one of the twinkling lights in the distance, and felt himself being drawn towards it. As the light grew larger and larger, beginning to take up his vision, he wondered what kind of world this would be. He wondered what he would find.

He wondered if it’d hurt, and if anyone would make a bad joke about falling from heaven.

It didn’t, and no-one likely did.

The light grew to blind him, and he was lost in the Limitless Void no longer. His pale violet eyes stung from the brightness, and then it was gone. Wind gently whipped his grey hair. He stood with his feet upon the ground, having appeared in a brilliant flash of light. Already, he was garbed in the proper attire for this new world, though knowledge of it–language, culture, technology–eluded him. Still. He would try his best to immerse himself within the world as one of them, even so.  Questions began to fill his mind.  Would he learn something? Would they know about where he came from–how would he even broach the topic, if he is to pretend to be one among them? Would they know he was an outsider? Outsider. He soundlessly rolled the word off his tongue. He liked the feel of it. “Outsider,” he repeated aloud this time. He liked the sound even more. It was a fitting term. He was The Outsider. A visitor to this foreign world. A transient being, mysterious and strange…

…………………and really, really, really hungry. Was this place advanced enough to have good restaurants? Wait. No cash. Being The Outsider was going to be harder than he thought.

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It was time for his first. Vayne took a deep breath and focused his will upon one of the twinkling lights in the distance, and felt himself being drawn towards it. As the light grew larger and larger, beginning to take up his vision, he wondered what kind of world this would be. He wondered what he would find.

He wondered if it'd hurt, and if anyone would make a bad joke about falling from heaven.

It didn't, and no-one likely did.

The light grew to blind him, and he was lost in the Limitless Void no longer. His pale violet eyes stung from the brightness, and then it was gone. Wind gently whipped his grey hair. He stood with his feet upon the ground, having appeared in a brilliant flash of light. Already, he was garbed in the proper attire for this new world, though knowledge of it--language, culture, technology--eluded him. Still. He would try his best to immerse himself within the world as one of them, even so.  Questions began to fill his mind.  Would he learn something? Would they know about where he came from--how would he even broach the topic, if he is to pretend to be one among them? Would they know he was an outsider? Outsider. He soundlessly rolled the word off his tongue. He liked the feel of it. "Outsider," he repeated aloud this time. He liked the sound even more. It was a fitting term. He was The Outsider. A visitor to this foreign world. A transient being, mysterious and strange...

.....................and really, really, really hungry. Was this place advanced enough to have good restaurants? Wait. No cash. Being The Outsider was going to be harder than he thought.

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I Won’t Let Myself Forget

I’m so…confused. I fear if I allowed it, I would quickly lose myself to these fragmented memories of different selves–diffuse into all of them. I won’t allow that. I will retain who I am, even in a place such as this where reality is subjective and various existences twinkle like snowflakes in the void. Who Am I?

I’m Vayne, and at the time of my…departure, I was twenty-three. Or was I hundreds of years old? Time moved strange in Erinn. Physically, I was twenty-three at the time. Let’s go with that. Age had largely become irrelevant there do to Erinn’s strange properties. My birthday is on Alban Elved. I won’t bother saying the specific date, because it all went so fast.

I’m a milletian, which means I died to reach Erinn and was brought through the soulstream to an existence of what we all thought was unending. When we died, we would rebirth again and again. Before Erinn, I belonged to a race known as the Tir’Alleth in my home of Aera. I lived a hard life, but I died due to illness at a young age. My brother had managed to…bring me back, so to speak, but things were no different. Well, if so, they were only worse.

I don’t want to talk about that, though. I’d be okay with letting that memory slip into the dark.

I died again, but once more instead of getting the rest I would come to desperately crave I found myself in my new home. It was a long, tired existence. I feel old, and weary, but it was not without it’s golden times. I got an education, I worked as a therapist until it had taken too much of a toll. I made friends. Dalvar, Auron, Adam, Link, Shinnichi. I had found a family, an extended one, and for the first time I felt like I belonged– mom, dad. Uncle Basil, Temo, Soifa.

I even got married. Then..divorced. What you did was horrible to me, Aldora…but I think I have come to forgive you. I got married again, I had children. Jeton, Mark, Melitta. They were all such good kids, weren’t they Elafina?

Oh, God, Elafina…I’ll never see you again, will I?

What Do I Dislike?

Quite a bit, I’m pretty grumpy at the end of the day I suppose. Hot days, cold food, liars, too much wind, dry weather, most people nowadays. By now, after all I went through–it would take too long to get into it all–I guess I’m a bit of a “misanthropup.” Eheheh. Get it? ..Of course I do. Talking to myself already. Pathetic.

What Interests Me?

Well, I like brains quite a bit. I’d gotten an individualized learning on social and abnormal psychology. I also like magic, which I studied intensively. I’m rather weak, physically, but I had become rather skilled with magic–nothing like my father, though.

Food, I like food. Who doesn’t?

I like reading. Especially curled up against my wife, or overseeing the children as they play.

What Will I Do Now?

I will explore these microcosms, I will take part in these existences. Maybe they’ll confer answers–how I’m here, why I have knowledge of these many other existences, how I got here. I’ve found I can enter them, become a part of them. However, I’ve found I’m bound to the rules of the world. If I am to walk among the denizens of each existence, I am to act as one of them as well. I will pretend to live among them, pretend to be one of them, spend lifetimes if I must in each world. I will not speak of what I know. I will not speak of the limitless void. In most worlds, I can’t anywhere. In worlds where I can, I see no need to cause a stir unless directly confronted.

If I have truly lived countess lives, then I will live countless more until one day I’ve achieved a true understanding of this place.

…Elafina, are they still happy? Are you? Have I been forgotten in this void? I almost hope I have, for your sake. After all you’ve been through, you deserve to be happy.

But I miss you. The prospect of going on in this place without you maddens me. I see you and I, in other existences, and I see that in every universe and every branch upon the causality tree there is you and I, and it hurts. It hurts to be without you.

I think I need to lie down.