chell-master-of-the-portal-gun:
“And that bright orange jumpsuit is so much better. Besides. Strange is a good thing.”
Well, that was one thing she could do easier than he could, she noted to herself. The black band around her wrist(currently hidden under the space suit) was a multiverse machine. She could type in a few commands and jump time as well as go into other universes, though of course she had to be careful with the former as the entirety of history could be undone if she made a mistake.
She didn’t comment on this, though, guessing that telling him she had something that let her travel time with minimal effort would cause a negative response.
-Who is Celestia? Is she like you?- she focused on the topic he didn’t elaborate on.
“Oh, she’s just some goodie-two-hooves princess,” he rolled his eyes, sneering, “Trapped me in stone for a couple thousand years,” he added bitterly before perking back up, “But I like to leave the past as the past, hm? Unless you’re seeking out revenge. Heh heh.” He gave her a wink and placed his hands on his hips, “So are we done with the space scene?”
chell-master-of-the-portal-gun:
“And that bright orange jumpsuit is so much better. Besides. Strange is a good thing.”
She tilted her head, a motion that was almost lost in the bulky space suit. Yes… Lord of Chaos.. discord personified.
-You feel solid,- she noted, -I assume you can morph through things as well? If you can’t die, how long have you been alive? Have you always been alive? Can you travel through time as well?-
She wrote out the list of questions and held the note up for him, curiosity of space fading and refocusing on the Discord himself.
Well she had quite the spurt of curiousity. Not that he mind - he simply adored talking about himself.
Thinking for a moment, he was settled on all the other questions but one: the last one. He could travel back as more of an onlooker, as he had done with Twilight Sparkle so long ago to remind her of his riddle. But he couldn’t really do anything. More of an observing spell than full on time travel, though he knew it was possible. “Changing shape is something I do best,” he answered, arms folding across his chest proudly, “And, yes!~ Been around longer than little Celestia herself, heh heh,” he paused, “Not that you probably know that is. Uh, also, yes! I can travel through time. Though it’s powerful magic and terribly tiring. Not something I do as a pastime.”
chell-master-of-the-portal-gun:
“And that bright orange jumpsuit is so much better. Besides. Strange is a good thing.”
She nodded, smiling herself, though the expression was wrong. A moment of happiness she really did feel, but lacked the instinctual motion to show it, her smile came off somewhat forced. Writing again, she replied quickly.
-Yes, I can hear them. You’re amazing.-
She knew from experience that there was no sound in space. It was quiet, a few fleeting moments in which she could hear only Wheatleys voice as he spoke in the air that flooded by, the only sound in a void as everything but the two of them were calm and motionless. Liveless.
A twinge, a reminder that he’d been up here for a year, and almost as a reflex she shook her head. Just once, the thought taking effort to dispel, buried in other thoughts as it was impossible to forget.
-I know someone who would hate you. You might be amused if you met her. You can survive a few attempts to end your life, yes?-
Discord, bringer and spreader of misery and disharmony - a spirit personified of chaos itself, knew a pained look when he saw it. Having so much experience with causing it, he could tell when someone was less than jubilant, and especially when they were trying to hide it. While he didn’t know this girl well, he wondered what was on her mind. He probably wouldn’t care, but he took interest in other’s histories, for some reason or another.
At her question, he beamed, his smile knowing and cocky. “I’m a spirit, dear,” he cooed, folding his arms across his chest, “A god. Lord of Chaos, remember? I can’t die, heh heh.”
chell-master-of-the-portal-gun:
“And that bright orange jumpsuit is so much better. Besides. Strange is a good thing.”
She admired the world around them, not with a sense of wonder but a sense of accomplishment. She wasn’t interested in the flashy view, though it was nice, only the fact that she was there now and she wasn’t dead. It was akin to the feeling of finishing a particularly complicated test chamber, or knocking over a turret that had been shooting at her for over an hour. As if the moon were a complex machine and she’d finally defeated it.
Of course, she owed this to the odd, omnipotent male, who sounded decidedly unamused. As he’d willingly done this, it was her job to try and ease his boredom.
Finding her pad still in her hands, she wrote another note, though movement was slightly hampered by the thick gloves of the space suit, -Let’s make it interesting then? Fill it with chocolate birds or squeak toys?-
She’d already picked up on the fact that this man thrived on the nonsensical, so she tried hard to accommodate him accordingly with ideas.
Space being the vacuum it was, he thought it pretty pointless to have a noise maker in a place without sound. Could he cast a spell to elicit an auditory response? One way to find out, he supposed.
Snapping his fingers, he summoned a flock of various birds, all a deep brown color, all making noises that didn’t fit. Barking, meowing, glubbing birds - and he could hear them just fine - circling around them excitedly. As though they were simply ecstatic to be in space as well. It made Discord grin before looking to Chell. “Can you hear them through that big fish bowl?” he snickered, pointing to the side of his head, indicating his ear.
chell-master-of-the-portal-gun:
“And that bright orange jumpsuit is so much better. Besides. Strange is a good thing.”
Chell wondered briefly what effect the reversal of rotation would have on the Earth. She could guess the current speed and direction was important, though.. but she just didn’t know enough about planets themselves to guess at what the result would be.
Distracted by the appearance of cake, she smiled, the motion seemingly forced, though the intent behind it was real. She was happy, and was trying to show it. She took her own piece, though was again distracted when he agreed to go into space. Dropping the desert, she hopped forward and attempted to hug his arm, a not too forceful sign of affection and/or gratitude toward those most recently met, much more likely to be an acceptable motion than fully embracing one who regarded her a stranger.
She was learning. Slowly, but it was progress, she thought.
And suddenly he was being hugged. Interesting woman indeed.. Teleporting back just a foot to get out of her grasp, he leaned forward playfully on his toes, snickering a little, “Alright little mute woman, I’ll take that as a thank you.” Snapping his fingers, the cake halted and disappeared.
“Let’s go to the big black void in the sky, eh?” he reached forward and grabbed hold of her wrist, promptly teleporting them to that very place. It took a moment longer than he anticipated, as the magic had to be a big stronger, however he could manage perfectly fine. Said magic would also ensure they wouldn’t explode the second they left the planet. Breathing wouldn’t be a problem either, as he stuck her in a proper astronaut suit as they appeared.
The spirit, however, was content to float freely. His voice, promptly defying the vacuum around them, sounded rather bored as he gave a glance around the anti-gravity area. “Well, there you go,” he spread his hands grandly to the abyss, “Space! The final frontier, yadda, yadda, yadda.” Though the big blue planet was right behind her, the moon behind himself, he still found himself unimpressed.
chell-master-of-the-portal-gun:
“And that bright orange jumpsuit is so much better. Besides. Strange is a good thing.”
-I’ve been there, I’d like to see it again without having my life in danger. You can do anything, yes? You could make space interesting while we’re there. Make the stars explode, turn the moon into a living organism, switch the sun with the moon, make the sun vanish completely. Replace the Ozone with cake?-
That last one actually sounded appealing. She loved cake.
Well this woman sure was creative at the least. He had never been one to tamper too much in that void in the sky as life on solid ground was so much more appealing. Though her suggestions were giving him ideas.
“Switching the sun and the moon,” he snickered, “Well, I don’t know about that, but I can make the rotation of the planet spin off balance.” Tampering with the sun and the moon would require a more harmonious dose of magic. His kind, the chaotic side of magic, rested mainly on manipulation and transferable matter. The sun and the moon were very big, and put out a different energy. Though… that was just in Equestria. Could the same rules not apply?
“Oh, and I can make it rain cake if you like,” the spirit snapped his fingers, a few dollops of frosting falling down in front of them before full pieces of cake tumbled down as well. “Alright sure,” he agreed, reaching out and grabbing a handful of the dessert, “Let’s go to space.” He took a bite of the cake and awaited a reaction.
chell-master-of-the-portal-gun:
“And that bright orange jumpsuit is so much better. Besides. Strange is a good thing.”
She hurried with the next note.
-Can you put us in space without killing either of us, inflecting bodily harm, or any sort of suffocation?-
She’d been to the moon before, but the trip had nearly killed her.
He blinked. Well that was an interesting request - he didn’t think he’d ever been to space, for as long as he’d been around. Never felt the need to be. It was dark, it was cold, and it was horribly boring.
“Uh, why?” he mused, raising a single bushy eyebrow, “All the place is is endless black with little white dots all over. Woop-dee-doo.”
chell-master-of-the-portal-gun:
“And that bright orange jumpsuit is so much better. Besides. Strange is a good thing.”
He seemed organic enough, at least, she decided, fingers pressed to the vein. Letting him go, she went back to her notepad, focusing onto his choice of words, -A floating god? The term ‘god’ implies you can do anything. Is this true?-
“Pretty much,” he scoffed arrogantly, Discord puffing out his chest a bit, “I was going to ask for any requests, but I can just do whatever.”
chell-master-of-the-portal-gun:
“And that bright orange jumpsuit is so much better. Besides. Strange is a good thing.”
Her eyes widened as he floated up into the air. That wasn’t possible, was it? She waved a hand under him. She couldn’t feel anything, and there were no machines nearby. Was he an android? It could be possible to install anti gravity hardware in him.
Frowning, she reached for his wrist, intent on finding a pulse, some sign of life to prove he wasn’t a machine.
Crimson eyes watched her curiously, an eyebrow raising at her as his amused smile resonated. “What? Never seen a floating god before?” he chuckled and allowed her to take his arm, not really sure what she wanted it for. He was almost tempted to let his arm magically detach just to freak her out. That would be entertaining.
