Finding the wheel

[Nephrite]

That's even easier said than done!

Nonetheless, Moore takes in a deep breath and lets it out, relaxing.

[Anastasia]

You are carried and carried and on and on..."Now!" Xandra cries, "Look up and open your eyes. Look on and SEE!"

[Nephrite]

It's time.

He has to look -- even though something in his gut tells him not to.

Something inside him says to look away.


...That isn't who he is anymore.

He opens his eyes and looks up!

[Anastasia]

Cha check, +7 circumstance bonus.

[Nephrite]

[15:14] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+15+15+7 (+greater improv) sheer charisma
[15:14] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d20+15+15+7 (+greater improv) sheer charisma --> [ 1d20=20 ]{57}

[Anastasia]

The light. You look up to Chronias, the light of it overwhelming you. The light is everything, the light is - !!!

Will save.

[Nephrite]

[15:38] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+46+15 will save
[15:38] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d20+46+15 will save --> [ 1d20=8 ]{69}

~All Right~.

[Anastasia]

It's too much, yet you keep it together. You feel shaken somehow and yet purer, cleansed. You feel right as the light of Chronias momentarily blinds you.

[Nephrite]

"I..." Moore stammers.

No.

The light cannot blind those who can truly see.


Moore takes a breath and continues to look -- even though he can't really see at the moment.

[Anastasia]

You couldn't stop looking.

You couldn't look away.

A great thing, an impossible thing. A thing with no shape and all shapes, yet beyond shapes. A shape that is not a shape. A shape you cannot understand. A material that is real without being real. An impossibility. A glorious, terrifying, awe inspiring impossibility.

No.

It is real. More than real. A level beyond being real. More than that, compassion. Love.

You can't look anymore. A glimpse of something, leaving you shaking like a leaf. You fall onto your side, laughing and joyous, terrified and afraid.

Xandra is at your side, a gentle hand on your shoulder and nothing else.

[Nephrite]

Moore just lays there for a moment, breathing.

Alive.

He takes another breath.


"Was that..." He stops himself.

He takes in another breath.

And another.

One more, for good measure.

Was this what it was like when he talked with E____?

He finally takes in a breath as he slowly sits up.

"...I'm still in awe." Moore says, quietly.

[Anastasia]

Xandra says not a word, holding your shoulder. She just meets your gaze and then looks up towards the light above.

[Nephrite]

Moore winces as he looks up again. Maybe not as intently, this time.

Or, maybe he still needs to see...?

[Anastasia]

"Beautiful, isn't it?" The voice behind you is casual, as if remarking on the weather. Rather pleasant on first blush, too. "I was never stupid enough to look that closely, though. Not until I was ready to deal with what lies beyond mortal or immortal comprehension."

Xandra startles visibly, whirling with her blade in hand in an instant. "Who-!"

[Nephrite]

Moore reaches over to hold Xandra's shoulder. "Don't be alarmed." He says quietly as he turns to greet the visitor.

"I've seen a few things already that I think exist on the fringes of Creation." Moore says as he collects himself. "Besides, there are some things you'll never be able to convince yourself you're ready to do, even with all the preparation in the world."