Chapter 44: Mime the Gap
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Chapter 44: Mime the Gap
Delta couldn’t really set foot in the room. Her body just stopped at a certain point. She pushed and shoved but the firm barrier prevented her entry into the odd space.
I do not like this. What is a structure like that doing so far below ground?
“Giving me the heebie-jeebies... urgh, we need to send someone inside,” Delta said with hesitation and Devina cleared her throat.
Delta let out a screech and Nu flew so high he vanished near the ceiling.
“Mother. Nu,” Devina nodded seriously. Delta, clutching at her heart, scowled but quickly felt better having more company near the cave.
Devina. Scout this room. It could be a danger, there is something inside but I do not know what.
Delta was about to nod then something crossed her mind.
“She can’t! She... she doesn’t have a respawn point!” Delta protested and Nu didn’t say anything.
“If she dies, I can’t bring her back!” Delta went on but Devina moved ahead without a sound.
“Devina, stop!” Delta cried and the tall frog did so.
“You heard me, you won’t come back if you die in there. Just- just let me figure something out. Maybe Hob and Gob can come down or I can block it up again and we can plan something. Ruli is upstairs!” Delta said quickly and Devina tilted her head. Her large black eyes seemed to see more than Delta could.
“Mother... I am your child. Your Devina. I am not a simpering bee nor a dancing crab. I am the warrior of the jungle,” Devina said and resumed walking.
“Devina” Stop! S-stop! Devina, I am ordering you to stop!” Delta shouted and there was a moment where Devina froze before she looked back.
“I am too like you, Mother. I must help, it is in my nature, in my soul. Your gift unto me and I will not shy away from it,” Devina smiled, her spear which Devina had never carried after summoning, was now held tightly.
“Please, please. I can’t lose anyone,” Delta tried to plead but Nu appeared in front of her.
Do not take stupid risks. I... expect you back shortly. Devina of the Jungle.
Devina smiled and touched her chest where a heart would roughly be on a human.
“Mother’s kindness and your shrewdness, what a lovely creature I am,” she laughed and darted forward like a shadow. Delta felt her heart lurch as Devina ignored her orders. Nu only hummed softly.
You forge them with love and will. Is this any surprise they would use it against you... to save you?
Delta only stared as Devina moved to crouch low near the tent flap, still moving as if a window was open on the inside causing a draft.
Then the frog slipped inside and Delta prayed. She prayed for the woman’s safety. The unknown was already making her nerves flush with panic.
What was Devina seeing? What was ahead of her? Delta needed to know, she needed it.
Delta- was inside the tent, the black space loomed ahead. Delta tried to move her head but it didn’t budge. A hand reached out, webbed and holding a spear.
Devina.
Delta watched the dark tent through amphibious eyes, the circus tent was large enough to host a fair crowd on the stands that encircled the ring. It reminded her of Fran’s room.
“The jungle beats within... my spear be fast... my task be done,” Devina almost said silently, barely whispering it to herself as some odd chant.
The empty stands, the highwires, the net that only caught shadows now... The tent was as dead as it promised but there was one thing that remained out of place.
In the middle of the ring, where the master would direct lions, acrobats, clowns, strong men... was a single chair facing the entrance. It was a simple wooden chair that offered no comfort. There was someone sitting in it.
Devina’s eyes saw white gloves grasped in a lap. The striped black and white shirt that looked like time had let the lines run slightly. The skin, arms, neck, face were all pale white, unnatural, too smooth and almost paintlike. The thing wore a black and white jester cap with two pointy ends.
It seemed to have no mouth, nose or facial features in general but where its eyes should be, there were two black painted diamonds with each point of the diamonds trailing off into thin lines.
Devina was about to move when it twitched. It lifted its head and seemed to inhale, dust and other unknown substances flaked off its body as if the creature had not moved in very long time.
Delta felt cold, waiting for some shriek or scream but it simply stood up and sniffed again. It looked thin and it’s clothes simply hung off its frame. Delta felt a new sense of fear and a pitying sort of awareness.
How long had this thing been trapped here? Years? Delta couldn’t imagine being trapped under so much rock and dirt. She would go mad. A sense of sorrow rose for the black and white creature as it hesitantly shuffled forward towards Devina, who despite being in perfect shadow was spotted.
Maybe this thing just... needed a way out or a friend? Delta felt a spark of hope rise up in. The mime’s face split open from ear to ear and a row of white teeth stuck out from a black mouth.
Delta screeched and Devina yelled, throwing her spear at the thing as it moved forward.
The mime put its hand flat against the air and the spear simply crashed against an invisible barrier.
“Get out, get out, get out!” Delta screamed and Devina jolted into a run out the tent. The spear flew over her head propelled with great force. Devina rushed down the tunnel and back into the jungle. Nu vanished and Delta was left alone with a startled Devina.
“Nu, where are you going?!” Delta called but Nu didn’t appear. There was movement and Devina’s foot suddenly lifted up by some invisible rope. The demonic mime was at the tunnel’s entrance, yanking on the other end of the unseen rope.
“No, stay away from her!” Delta stood between the Mime and Devina who was reaching up to scratch at some solid thing around her ankle. Delta’s legs were shaking and she whimpered as the thing came closer, mouth leaking black saliva as it drooled at the struggling Devina.
“Stop! G-go away! Leave her alone!” Delta screamed and the mime froze. It sniffed again and something else seemed to catch its attention. It turned and looked directly at the exposed dungeon core in the distance, pulsing in distress. It immediately ignored Devina and began to shamble towards the core.
Devina dropped and Delta was about to tell her to run but with some mad screeching, Devina launched herself in a powerful jump towards the Mime.
“You will not touch Mother!” Devina shouted and the powerful kick sent the Mime crashing down. It still made no noise. Absolutely none. It was just as unnerving as the black drool or the sharp teeth.
Devina raised her leg to stomp hard but the Mime made a motion of pulling something on the ground and Devina was sent tumbling to the ground. It got up and Devina was about to swipe when the Mime place both hands over her and Devina was suddenly squished inside a box. The Mime eyed the box and put something else on top of the box, its knees shaking from the object.
Devina jerked and Delta tried to kick at the Mime’s power but nothing worked. Devina was trapped and Delta saw the Mime begin to walk towards her core again.
“Please, stop! Stop... Just go away you freaky rip off clown freak!” Delta shouted and the core crackled with warning energy. This only made the Mime more eager.
Delta didn’t want to leave Devina and she couldn’t do anything to stop the Mime. There was a wave of helpless and Delta felt frustrated tears rise up.
The Mime moved closed and then it stopped as a large stone bar with a stone disk snapped its head back.
It Hurt! IT HURT!
ITHURTITHURTITHURT
Delta felt her awareness snap into numbers. The world around her became her, them, and numbers. 1’s and precious 0’s flowed into the numberless Ruli. There were no numbers in Ruli, just being and it was wrong and beautiful. She was a mix of charming blue, scarred and tough, and unbridled red rage that swam together in some dance that worked together to exist.
Delta was inside Ruli’s ocean and the numberless existence burned before her numbers became Ruli’s ocean water.
She forced her eyes on the Mime and saw old things.
Shapes that were and were not right. The Mime had touches of burns on itself, Numbers that had left scars. A deep dry wasteland where tiny droplets of orange numbers breathed grey grass back into life and from that grass came a whisper.
I... am not me...please...please...hear...me.
It was quickly swallowed by the dry wasteland as the numbers... the mana was not enough to sustain the growth. Not enough mana.
So hungry. It just was so hungry and Delta wept for it.
Then the pain stopped.
Mana: 1/80
It was a relief to Delta once more.
The Mime shuddered silently and walked backwards away from the tunnel where Delta’s core was.
Smoke billowed out and blanketed the darkness where the dimming star of her core barely blinked.
A shadow moved and a monster held the Mime by the throat. Delta felt utter fear rise up as Ruli’s form appeared.
She easily broached 8 feet now. Her clothes were torn, unable to keep up with the growth entirely. The black skin drank any light that touched it, the curling horns of white bone jutted out like a crown. Her face was beautiful and mind-numbingly terrifying. The tail of wicked spines flowed and moved like a bored cat.
Fire and shadows danced around Ruli now like eager children and Delta felt something alien about her where it had never been before.
“Mana from the core. Drain it dry and it’s like five levels worth of mana hitting you at once, was that what you smelled?” Ruli asked with inquiring tone, calm like the Mime was just an oddity.
“It's painful. If it cannot spare the mana. Like taking too much blood, it begins to cause damage. Delta, sweet, lovely, Delta, she had none and yet I took it because you made me,” Ruli chided playfully and there was a cracking noise as she began to crush the Mime’s neck.
Devina had gone very still as if Ruli inspired some primordial fear in the frog. Waddles was tiredly moving to protect Delta’s core from any more harm but the bird was still exhausted.
Deo and Vas were coming closer, Mr Mushy trying to pull them back in fear.
“I hurt Delta. Do you hear me? I hurt my friend to hurt you in return. Does that make sense? Does that penetrate your silent fucking head?” Ruli snarled, black fire leaking on each breath and her hand began to burn the Mime from its touch alone. The creature let out a quiet screech.
Delta tried to move. She flopped and tried to speak, her tongue like a dead fish, flopping with no life.
This...this was not what she wanted.
Delta had seen something, she had seen consciousness in the deep pits of the Mime’s being. Ruli’s tail whipped and cracked the air as she held the Mime higher.
She was going to burn the Mime and kill him. Delta could see it... no, feel it.
Her mana was in Ruli and Delta felt the heat and hatred, of the Mime, of herself, flow back into Delta. There was a small bond now, limited and fading, but just enough for this to alert Delta.
She managed to stand.
“Stop,” she said and no one paid her attention. Not Waddles, not Ruli, not Devina, not Nu who was gone... no one listened.
Delta tugged on the painful words of numbers, fueled by desperation, fear, anger, and hope.
“Stop!”
Her voice sounded from the heavens, shook in the ground, vibrated out every plant, rock, flowing water, the very air.
Ruli dropped the Mime as if burned herself. She spun and stared at Delta.
“You...” she began and Delta strode forward and put both hands on Ruli’s large form.
“Stop! Stop! Just stop! No more! This... there are other ways we can solve this. I refused to let fear and anger drive me to just kill! Ruli... thank you, thank you for being my friend,” Delta hiccuped and Ruli winced as if Delta had slapped her.
“Delta, you... you have a body!” she tried to say, her wonderful and terrifying features mixed with lovely human confusion. Delta looked down to see an orange body of an avatar, already fading away. She turned to the Mime, on the ground, curled up and burned.
“Violence. It will happen. But I will not tolerate murder, I just have to think,” Delta said without hesitation and continued to speak.
“Why does a Mime want to eat a dungeon core?” she asked as if setting up a bad joke.
There was no answer so Delta bent down and gave a weak smile.
“Because everyone gets a little grumpy if they get hungry,” she spoke and willed her desire to the Mime.
The Mime lowered the arm shielding its face and eyed the displayed box.
The Dungeon Core Delta would like to form a contract, do you accept?
“My name is Delta... This visible state of mine won't last long, but I would like it very much if you’d become my friend. I can take care of your hunger. Just... please stop eating people! Please be a good Mime instead!” she begged, her orange avatar flaking off onto the Mime, soaking into his skin, and the Mime tilted his head... then the thing fell off.
Delta went numb and all thought logic thought became a silent scream and the Mime looked to keel over in death but suddenly shook with silent laughter. It put its head back on its neck and tapped the accept button, still shaking with unheard laughter.
It began to glow.
“WHAT IS HAPPENING! I FELL INTO THE RIVER AND MISSED EVERYTHING!” a soaking wet Deo asked.
Delta had no answer for him.
She really, really, didn’t have an answer for him.
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Chapter 44: Mime the Gap
Delta couldn’t really set foot in the room. Her body just stopped at a certain point. She pushed and shoved but the firm barrier prevented her entry into the odd space.
I do not like this. What is a structure like that doing so far below ground?
“Giving me the heebie-jeebies... urgh, we need to send someone inside,” Delta said with hesitation and Devina cleared her throat.
Delta let out a screech and Nu flew so high he vanished near the ceiling.
“Mother. Nu,” Devina nodded seriously. Delta, clutching at her heart, scowled but quickly felt better having more company near the cave.
Devina. Scout this room. It could be a danger, there is something inside but I do not know what.
Delta was about to nod then something crossed her mind.
“She can’t! She... she doesn’t have a respawn point!” Delta protested and Nu didn’t say anything.
“If she dies, I can’t bring her back!” Delta went on but Devina moved ahead without a sound.
“Devina, stop!” Delta cried and the tall frog did so.
“You heard me, you won’t come back if you die in there. Just- just let me figure something out. Maybe Hob and Gob can come down or I can block it up again and we can plan something. Ruli is upstairs!” Delta said quickly and Devina tilted her head. Her large black eyes seemed to see more than Delta could.
“Mother... I am your child. Your Devina. I am not a simpering bee nor a dancing crab. I am the warrior of the jungle,” Devina said and resumed walking.
“Devina” Stop! S-stop! Devina, I am ordering you to stop!” Delta shouted and there was a moment where Devina froze before she looked back.
“I am too like you, Mother. I must help, it is in my nature, in my soul. Your gift unto me and I will not shy away from it,” Devina smiled, her spear which Devina had never carried after summoning, was now held tightly.
“Please, please. I can’t lose anyone,” Delta tried to plead but Nu appeared in front of her.
Do not take stupid risks. I... expect you back shortly. Devina of the Jungle.
Devina smiled and touched her chest where a heart would roughly be on a human.
“Mother’s kindness and your shrewdness, what a lovely creature I am,” she laughed and darted forward like a shadow. Delta felt her heart lurch as Devina ignored her orders. Nu only hummed softly.
You forge them with love and will. Is this any surprise they would use it against you... to save you?
Delta only stared as Devina moved to crouch low near the tent flap, still moving as if a window was open on the inside causing a draft.
Then the frog slipped inside and Delta prayed. She prayed for the woman’s safety. The unknown was already making her nerves flush with panic.
What was Devina seeing? What was ahead of her? Delta needed to know, she needed it.
Delta- was inside the tent, the black space loomed ahead. Delta tried to move her head but it didn’t budge. A hand reached out, webbed and holding a spear.
Devina.
Delta watched the dark tent through amphibious eyes, the circus tent was large enough to host a fair crowd on the stands that encircled the ring. It reminded her of Fran’s room.
“The jungle beats within... my spear be fast... my task be done,” Devina almost said silently, barely whispering it to herself as some odd chant.
The empty stands, the highwires, the net that only caught shadows now... The tent was as dead as it promised but there was one thing that remained out of place.
In the middle of the ring, where the master would direct lions, acrobats, clowns, strong men... was a single chair facing the entrance. It was a simple wooden chair that offered no comfort. There was someone sitting in it.
Devina’s eyes saw white gloves grasped in a lap. The striped black and white shirt that looked like time had let the lines run slightly. The skin, arms, neck, face were all pale white, unnatural, too smooth and almost paintlike. The thing wore a black and white jester cap with two pointy ends.
It seemed to have no mouth, nose or facial features in general but where its eyes should be, there were two black painted diamonds with each point of the diamonds trailing off into thin lines.
Devina was about to move when it twitched. It lifted its head and seemed to inhale, dust and other unknown substances flaked off its body as if the creature had not moved in very long time.
Delta felt cold, waiting for some shriek or scream but it simply stood up and sniffed again. It looked thin and it’s clothes simply hung off its frame. Delta felt a new sense of fear and a pitying sort of awareness.
How long had this thing been trapped here? Years? Delta couldn’t imagine being trapped under so much rock and dirt. She would go mad. A sense of sorrow rose for the black and white creature as it hesitantly shuffled forward towards Devina, who despite being in perfect shadow was spotted.
Maybe this thing just... needed a way out or a friend? Delta felt a spark of hope rise up in. The mime’s face split open from ear to ear and a row of white teeth stuck out from a black mouth.
Delta screeched and Devina yelled, throwing her spear at the thing as it moved forward.
The mime put its hand flat against the air and the spear simply crashed against an invisible barrier.
“Get out, get out, get out!” Delta screamed and Devina jolted into a run out the tent. The spear flew over her head propelled with great force. Devina rushed down the tunnel and back into the jungle. Nu vanished and Delta was left alone with a startled Devina.
“Nu, where are you going?!” Delta called but Nu didn’t appear. There was movement and Devina’s foot suddenly lifted up by some invisible rope. The demonic mime was at the tunnel’s entrance, yanking on the other end of the unseen rope.
“No, stay away from her!” Delta stood between the Mime and Devina who was reaching up to scratch at some solid thing around her ankle. Delta’s legs were shaking and she whimpered as the thing came closer, mouth leaking black saliva as it drooled at the struggling Devina.
“Stop! G-go away! Leave her alone!” Delta screamed and the mime froze. It sniffed again and something else seemed to catch its attention. It turned and looked directly at the exposed dungeon core in the distance, pulsing in distress. It immediately ignored Devina and began to shamble towards the core.
Devina dropped and Delta was about to tell her to run but with some mad screeching, Devina launched herself in a powerful jump towards the Mime.
“You will not touch Mother!” Devina shouted and the powerful kick sent the Mime crashing down. It still made no noise. Absolutely none. It was just as unnerving as the black drool or the sharp teeth.
Devina raised her leg to stomp hard but the Mime made a motion of pulling something on the ground and Devina was sent tumbling to the ground. It got up and Devina was about to swipe when the Mime place both hands over her and Devina was suddenly squished inside a box. The Mime eyed the box and put something else on top of the box, its knees shaking from the object.
Devina jerked and Delta tried to kick at the Mime’s power but nothing worked. Devina was trapped and Delta saw the Mime begin to walk towards her core again.
“Please, stop! Stop... Just go away you freaky rip off clown freak!” Delta shouted and the core crackled with warning energy. This only made the Mime more eager.
Delta didn’t want to leave Devina and she couldn’t do anything to stop the Mime. There was a wave of helpless and Delta felt frustrated tears rise up.
The Mime moved closed and then it stopped as a large stone bar with a stone disk snapped its head back.
It Hurt! IT HURT!
ITHURTITHURTITHURT
Delta felt her awareness snap into numbers. The world around her became her, them, and numbers. 1’s and precious 0’s flowed into the numberless Ruli. There were no numbers in Ruli, just being and it was wrong and beautiful. She was a mix of charming blue, scarred and tough, and unbridled red rage that swam together in some dance that worked together to exist.
Delta was inside Ruli’s ocean and the numberless existence burned before her numbers became Ruli’s ocean water.
She forced her eyes on the Mime and saw old things.
Shapes that were and were not right. The Mime had touches of burns on itself, Numbers that had left scars. A deep dry wasteland where tiny droplets of orange numbers breathed grey grass back into life and from that grass came a whisper.
I... am not me...please...please...hear...me.
It was quickly swallowed by the dry wasteland as the numbers... the mana was not enough to sustain the growth. Not enough mana.
So hungry. It just was so hungry and Delta wept for it.
Then the pain stopped.
Mana: 1/80
It was a relief to Delta once more.
The Mime shuddered silently and walked backwards away from the tunnel where Delta’s core was.
Smoke billowed out and blanketed the darkness where the dimming star of her core barely blinked.
A shadow moved and a monster held the Mime by the throat. Delta felt utter fear rise up as Ruli’s form appeared.
She easily broached 8 feet now. Her clothes were torn, unable to keep up with the growth entirely. The black skin drank any light that touched it, the curling horns of white bone jutted out like a crown. Her face was beautiful and mind-numbingly terrifying. The tail of wicked spines flowed and moved like a bored cat.
Fire and shadows danced around Ruli now like eager children and Delta felt something alien about her where it had never been before.
“Mana from the core. Drain it dry and it’s like five levels worth of mana hitting you at once, was that what you smelled?” Ruli asked with inquiring tone, calm like the Mime was just an oddity.
“It's painful. If it cannot spare the mana. Like taking too much blood, it begins to cause damage. Delta, sweet, lovely, Delta, she had none and yet I took it because you made me,” Ruli chided playfully and there was a cracking noise as she began to crush the Mime’s neck.
Devina had gone very still as if Ruli inspired some primordial fear in the frog. Waddles was tiredly moving to protect Delta’s core from any more harm but the bird was still exhausted.
Deo and Vas were coming closer, Mr Mushy trying to pull them back in fear.
“I hurt Delta. Do you hear me? I hurt my friend to hurt you in return. Does that make sense? Does that penetrate your silent fucking head?” Ruli snarled, black fire leaking on each breath and her hand began to burn the Mime from its touch alone. The creature let out a quiet screech.
Delta tried to move. She flopped and tried to speak, her tongue like a dead fish, flopping with no life.
This...this was not what she wanted.
Delta had seen something, she had seen consciousness in the deep pits of the Mime’s being. Ruli’s tail whipped and cracked the air as she held the Mime higher.
She was going to burn the Mime and kill him. Delta could see it... no, feel it.
Her mana was in Ruli and Delta felt the heat and hatred, of the Mime, of herself, flow back into Delta. There was a small bond now, limited and fading, but just enough for this to alert Delta.
She managed to stand.
“Stop,” she said and no one paid her attention. Not Waddles, not Ruli, not Devina, not Nu who was gone... no one listened.
Delta tugged on the painful words of numbers, fueled by desperation, fear, anger, and hope.
“Stop!”
Her voice sounded from the heavens, shook in the ground, vibrated out every plant, rock, flowing water, the very air.
Ruli dropped the Mime as if burned herself. She spun and stared at Delta.
“You...” she began and Delta strode forward and put both hands on Ruli’s large form.
“Stop! Stop! Just stop! No more! This... there are other ways we can solve this. I refused to let fear and anger drive me to just kill! Ruli... thank you, thank you for being my friend,” Delta hiccuped and Ruli winced as if Delta had slapped her.
“Delta, you... you have a body!” she tried to say, her wonderful and terrifying features mixed with lovely human confusion. Delta looked down to see an orange body of an avatar, already fading away. She turned to the Mime, on the ground, curled up and burned.
“Violence. It will happen. But I will not tolerate murder, I just have to think,” Delta said without hesitation and continued to speak.
“Why does a Mime want to eat a dungeon core?” she asked as if setting up a bad joke.
There was no answer so Delta bent down and gave a weak smile.
“Because everyone gets a little grumpy if they get hungry,” she spoke and willed her desire to the Mime.
The Mime lowered the arm shielding its face and eyed the displayed box.
The Dungeon Core Delta would like to form a contract, do you accept?
“My name is Delta... This visible state of mine won't last long, but I would like it very much if you’d become my friend. I can take care of your hunger. Just... please stop eating people! Please be a good Mime instead!” she begged, her orange avatar flaking off onto the Mime, soaking into his skin, and the Mime tilted his head... then the thing fell off.
Delta went numb and all thought logic thought became a silent scream and the Mime looked to keel over in death but suddenly shook with silent laughter. It put its head back on its neck and tapped the accept button, still shaking with unheard laughter.
It began to glow.
“WHAT IS HAPPENING! I FELL INTO THE RIVER AND MISSED EVERYTHING!” a soaking wet Deo asked.
Delta had no answer for him.
She really, really, didn’t have an answer for him.
Chapter 44: Mime the GapDelta couldn't really set foot in the room. Her body just stopped at a certain point. She pushed and shoved but the firm barrier prevented her entry into the odd space.I do not like this. What is a structure like that doing so far below ground? Giving me the heebie-jeebies... urgh, we need to send someone inside, Delta said with hesitation and Devina cleared her throat.Delta let out a screech and Nu flew so high he vanished near the ceiling.Mother. Nu, Devina nodded seriously. Delta, clutching at her heart, scowled but quickly felt better having more company near the cave.Devina. Scout this room. It could be a danger, there is something inside but I do not know what. Delta was about to nod then something crossed her mind.She can't! She... she doesn't have a respawn point! Delta protested and Nu didn't say anything.If she dies, I can't bring her back! Delta went on but Devina moved ahead without a sound.Devina, stop! Delta cried and the tall frog did so.You heard me, you won't come back if you die in there. Just- just let me figure something out. Maybe Hob and Gob can come down or I can block it up again and we can plan something. Ruli is upstairs! Delta said quickly and Devina tilted her head. Her large black eyes seemed to see more than Delta could.Mother... I am your child. Your Devina. I am not a simpering bee nor a dancing crab. I am the warrior of the jungle, Devina said and resumed walking.Devina Stop! S-stop! Devina, I am ordering you to stop! Delta shouted and there was a moment where Devina froze before she looked back.I am too like you, Mother. I must help, it is in my nature, in my soul. Your gift unto me and I will not shy away from it, Devina smiled, her spear which Devina had never carried after summoning, was now held tightly.Please, please. I can't lose anyone, Delta tried to plead but Nu appeared in front of her.Do not take stupid risks. I... expect you back shortly. Devina of the Jungle. Devina smiled and touched her chest where a heart would roughly be on a human.Mother's kindness and your shrewdness, what a lovely creature I am, she laughed and darted forward like a shadow. Delta felt her heart lurch as Devina ignored her orders. Nu only hummed softly.You forge them with love and will. Is this any surprise they would use it against you... to save you? Delta only stared as Devina moved to crouch low near the tent flap, still moving as if a window was open on the inside causing a draft.Then the frog slipped inside and Delta prayed. She prayed for the woman's safety. The unknown was already making her nerves flush with panic.What was Devina seeing? What was ahead of her? Delta needed to know, she needed it.Delta- was inside the tent, the black space loomed ahead. Delta tried to move her head but it didn't budge. A hand reached out, webbed and holding a spear.Devina.Delta watched the dark tent through amphibious eyes, the circus tent was large enough to host a fair crowd on the stands that encircled the ring. It reminded her of Fran's room.The jungle beats within... my spear be fast... my task be done, Devina almost said silently, barely whispering it to herself as some odd chant.The empty stands, the highwires, the net that only caught shadows now... The tent was as dead as it promised but there was one thing that remained out of place.In the middle of the ring, where the master would direct lions, acrobats, clowns, strong men... was a single chair facing the entrance. It was a simple wooden chair that offered no comfort. There was someone sitting in it.Devina's eyes saw white gloves grasped in a lap. The striped black and white shirt that looked like time had let the lines run slightly. The skin, arms, neck, face were all pale white, unnatural, too smooth and almost paintlike. The thing wore a black and white jester cap with two pointy ends.It seemed to have no mouth, nose or facial features in general but where its eyes should be, there were two black painted diamonds with each point of the diamonds trailing off into thin lines.Devina was about to move when it twitched. It lifted its head and seemed to inhale, dust and other unknown substances flaked off its body as if the creature had not moved in very long time.Delta felt cold, waiting for some shriek or scream but it simply stood up and sniffed again. It looked thin and it's clothes simply hung off its frame. Delta felt a new sense of fear and a pitying sort of awareness.How long had this thing been trapped here? Years? Delta couldn't imagine being trapped under so much rock and dirt. She would go mad. A sense of sorrow rose for the black and white creature as it hesitantly shuffled forward towards Devina, who despite being in perfect shadow was spotted.Maybe this thing just... needed a way out or a friend? Delta felt a spark of hope rise up in. The mime's face split open from ear to ear and a row of white teeth stuck out from a black mouth.Delta screeched and Devina yelled, throwing her spear at the thing as it moved forward.The mime put its hand flat against the air and the spear simply crashed against an invisible barrier.Get out, get out, get out! Delta screamed and Devina jolted into a run out the tent. The spear flew over her head propelled with great force. Devina rushed down the tunnel and back into the jungle. Nu vanished and Delta was left alone with a startled Devina.Nu, where are you going?! Delta called but Nu didn't appear. There was movement and Devina's foot suddenly lifted up by some invisible rope. The demonic mime was at the tunnel's entrance, yanking on the other end of the unseen rope.No, stay away from her! Delta stood between the Mime and Devina who was reaching up to scratch at some solid thing around her ankle. Delta's legs were shaking and she whimpered as the thing came closer, mouth leaking black saliva as it drooled at the struggling Devina.Stop! G-go away! Leave her alone! Delta screamed and the mime froze. It sniffed again and something else seemed to catch its attention. It turned and looked directly at the exposed dungeon core in the distance, pulsing in distress. It immediately ignored Devina and began to shamble towards the core.Devina dropped and Delta was about to tell her to run but with some mad screeching, Devina launched herself in a powerful jump towards the Mime.You will not touch Mother! Devina shouted and the powerful kick sent the Mime crashing down. It still made no noise. Absolutely none. It was just as unnerving as the black drool or the sharp teeth.Devina raised her leg to stomp hard but the Mime made a motion of pulling something on the ground and Devina was sent tumbling to the ground. It got up and Devina was about to swipe when the Mime place both hands over her and Devina was suddenly squished inside a box. The Mime eyed the box and put something else on top of the box, its knees shaking from the object.Devina jerked and Delta tried to kick at the Mime's power but nothing worked. Devina was trapped and Delta saw the Mime begin to walk towards her core again.Please, stop! Stop... Just go away you freaky rip off clown freak! Delta shouted and the core crackled with warning energy. This only made the Mime more eager.Delta didn't want to leave Devina and she couldn't do anything to stop the Mime. There was a wave of helpless and Delta felt frustrated tears rise up.The Mime moved closed and then it stopped as a large stone bar with a stone disk snapped its head back. It Hurt! IT HURT!ITHURTITHURTITHURTDelta felt her awareness snap into numbers. The world around her became her, them, and numbers. 1's and precious 0's flowed into the numberless Ruli. There were no numbers in Ruli, just being and it was wrong and beautiful. She was a mix of charming blue, scarred and tough, and unbridled red rage that swam together in some dance that worked together to exist.Delta was inside Ruli's ocean and the numberless existence burned before her numbers became Ruli's ocean water.She forced her eyes on the Mime and saw old things.Shapes that were and were not right. The Mime had touches of burns on itself, Numbers that had left scars. A deep dry wasteland where tiny droplets of orange numbers breathed grey grass back into life and from that grass came a whisper.I... am not me...please...please...hear...me.It was quickly swallowed by the dry wasteland as the numbers... the mana was not enough to sustain the growth. Not enough mana.So hungry. It just was so hungry and Delta wept for it.Then the pain stopped.Mana: 1/80It was a relief to Delta once more.The Mime shuddered silently and walked backwards away from the tunnel where Delta's core was.Smoke billowed out and blanketed the darkness where the dimming star of her core barely blinked.A shadow moved and a monster held the Mime by the throat. Delta felt utter fear rise up as Ruli's form appeared.She easily broached 8 feet now. Her clothes were torn, unable to keep up with the growth entirely. The black skin drank any light that touched it, the curling horns of white bone jutted out like a crown. Her face was beautiful and mind-numbingly terrifying. The tail of wicked spines flowed and moved like a bored cat.Fire and shadows danced around Ruli now like eager children and Delta felt something alien about her where it had never been before.Mana from the core. Drain it dry and it's like five levels worth of mana hitting you at once, was that what you smelled? Ruli asked with inquiring tone, calm like the Mime was just an oddity.It's painful. If it cannot spare the mana. Like taking too much blood, it begins to cause damage. Delta, sweet, lovely, Delta, she had none and yet I took it because you made me, Ruli chided playfully and there was a cracking noise as she began to crush the Mime's neck.Devina had gone very still as if Ruli inspired some primordial fear in the frog. Waddles was tiredly moving to protect Delta's core from any more harm but the bird was still exhausted.Deo and Vas were coming closer, Mr Mushy trying to pull them back in fear.I hurt Delta. Do you hear me? I hurt my friend to hurt you in return. Does that make sense? Does that penetrate your silent fucking head? Ruli snarled, black fire leaking on each breath and her hand began to burn the Mime from its touch alone. The creature let out a quiet screech.Delta tried to move. She flopped and tried to speak, her tongue like a dead fish, flopping with no life.This...this was not what she wanted.Delta had seen something, she had seen consciousness in the deep pits of the Mime's being. Ruli's tail whipped and cracked the air as she held the Mime higher.She was going to burn the Mime and kill him. Delta could see it... no, feel it.Her mana was in Ruli and Delta felt the heat and hatred, of the Mime, of herself, flow back into Delta. There was a small bond now, limited and fading, but just enough for this to alert Delta.She managed to stand.Stop, she said and no one paid her attention. Not Waddles, not Ruli, not Devina, not Nu who was gone... no one listened.Delta tugged on the painful words of numbers, fueled by desperation, fear, anger, and hope.Stop!Her voice sounded from the heavens, shook in the ground, vibrated out every plant, rock, flowing water, the very air.Ruli dropped the Mime as if burned herself. She spun and stared at Delta.You... she began and Delta strode forward and put both hands on Ruli's large form.Stop! Stop! Just stop! No more! This... there are other ways we can solve this. I refused to let fear and anger drive me to just kill! Ruli... thank you, thank you for being my friend, Delta hiccuped and Ruli winced as if Delta had slapped her.Delta, you... you have a body! she tried to say, her wonderful and terrifying features mixed with lovely human confusion. Delta looked down to see an orange body of an avatar, already fading away. She turned to the Mime, on the ground, curled up and burned.Violence. It will happen. But I will not tolerate murder, I just have to think, Delta said without hesitation and continued to speak.Why does a Mime want to eat a dungeon core? she asked as if setting up a bad joke.There was no answer so Delta bent down and gave a weak smile.Because everyone gets a little grumpy if they get hungry, she spoke and willed her desire to the Mime.The Mime lowered the arm shielding its face and eyed the displayed box.The Dungeon Core Delta would like to form a contract, do you accept? My name is Delta... This visible state of mine won't last long, but I would like it very much if you'd become my friend. I can take care of your hunger. Just... please stop eating people! Please be a good Mime instead! she begged, her orange avatar flaking off onto the Mime, soaking into his skin, and the Mime tilted his head... then the thing fell off.Delta went numb and all thought logic thought became a silent scream and the Mime looked to keel over in death but suddenly shook with silent laughter. It put its head back on its neck and tapped the accept button, still shaking with unheard laughter.It began to glow.WHAT IS HAPPENING! I FELL INTO THE RIVER AND MISSED EVERYTHING! a soaking wet Deo asked.Delta had no answer for him.She really, really, didn't have an answer for him.
