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Realgar #1 [The Fulcrum]
Name: Breakthrough
Story: The Fulcrum
Colors: Realgar #1: Dissipate
Styles and Supplies: Yarn (this picture), Brushes (May 21, 2026: Lacuna), Glue ("You may have the intellectual side of the equation completely set in your head, Gemini. You've collected all the facts and have all the data worked out in such a way that it's impossible for anyone to fault your calculations. Don't think you're done, because there's one part of the picture left to consider - emotions. Extreme feelings could put a monkey wrench in your plans. Be prepared.")
Word Count: 862
Rating: T
Warnings: Fantasy Drug Abuse
Characters: Setsiana, Qhoroali
In-Universe Date: 1912.5.5.4
Summary: Qhoroali experiments with Niexxee.
Setsiana spent a few days avoiding Qhoroali. It wasn’t too hard, with their differing schedules. Maybe after Cyaru talked to her, she would seek out Setsiana on her own.
But one day, when Setsiana rose and made her way out to the living room, she saw something sitting on the desk that stopped her — a strange bottle with a very oddly-shaped top. Printed on it in some kind of very stylized Vrelian was a word that looked like it might be “Neché” or “Necché” or “Nyecché”. She stood and stared at it, for a moment. Was this the ‘Niexxee’ that Cusäfä had told them about? Had Qhoroali already gotten some from the future?
Her thoughts were interrupted by Liselye arriving with breakfast, which she ate unenthusiastically, lost in thought. Afterwards, she returned to the living room to get another look at the strange top on the bottle, which was oddly bent at a right angle. She was startled by the sound of a door opening behind her, and turned to look.
Qhoroali stood in the doorway to her bedroom, and hesitated for a moment before venturing, “That’s the Niexxee that Cusäfä mentioned. I haven’t had a chance to test it out yet, I was going to do that today. Did you want to come see what it does?”
Setsiana had dreaded the day that Qhoroali would actually get her hands on the stuff, but she did want to see what exactly it did. Could it actually destroy timelines? Destroy Time? To really understand what the danger was, she had know. “Yes,” she said, without elaborating further.
“Alright,” said Qhoroali. “Let’s get Peatäro.”
About ten minutes later, they all trooped into the laboratory, Peatäro carrying the flask of timeline stuff and Qhoroali carrying the Niexxee. The table was set up, and the timeline substance was decanted into it. Qhoroali produced a bottle of qoire so that they could see the miniature timelines that the substance formed, and after they had used it, she leaned over the top of the dome with the bottle of Niexxee.
“This bottle is kind of neat, actually,” she said. “You can spray it. Look.” She twisted something on the top of the bottle, and then squeezed a small handle, and some kind of bright blue mist settled over the top of the miniature timeline Tree on the table. The blue hung there for a minute, then dissipated; where it had been, the timelines seemed to develop black pock-marks for a few seconds, but then returned to their original state.
“Hmm,” said Qhoroali. “It’s doing something, but there’s too little of it, I think.” She twisted the whole top of the bottle, and it came off in her hand. Something that looked like a long, clear straw came with it. She tipped the opening over the table until a small stream of blue came out of it.
On the table where Qhoroali had poured the Niexxee, the glowing green timeline substance fled to the edges of the dome as if it had been blown there by a strong gale. The miniature timelines were ripped apart, and left behind severed connections trailing wisps of green light. For a few seconds, the center was occupied by a small puddle of blue and nothing else; then then blue seemed to evaporate and dissolve into a fine mist, and the green returned, healing the timelines and reforming them as they had been.
It was a relief, at least, to see that the stuff had not outright destroyed the substance that made up Time, and that somehow, the timelines seemed to be removing it. But Setsiana’s thoughts lingered on the severed timelines that had sat there bleeding for some moments. What would that translate to, in the real Tree? And how would it behave in a place where Time did not exist? Would those few seconds become an eternity of destroyed timelines?
“Interesting,” said Qhoroali, contemplatively. “So it doesn’t destroy, it only repels. But maybe it will be enough. There’s no Time where Sapfita lives, not really. Maybe repelling Her away from the Tree will be enough to remove Her influence on it. It’s worth a shot, anyway.”
“What if you hit the tree by mistake?” asked Setsiana.
Qhoroali shrugged. “It seemed pretty clear where the Tree was and where Sapfita was the last time we were there. I can’t imagine that would be an issue.”
“Are you really so sure?” asked Setsiana. “I still don’t think you’re correct about what we saw actually being Sapfita.”
“I know. But if that wasn’t Her, then where was She? And what did we actually see in Her place?”
Setsiana could only shake her head. She was sure she was correct, but she didn’t have answers for these questions. Maybe she could have gotten them from Sapfita, if she’d been in the right state of mind for it, but she hadn’t been thinking about it during her dreams. She’d have to remember to ask that question the next time she had a chance.
“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” said Qhoroali, somewhat dismissively, screwing the top back onto the bottle again. “This seems like a plan to me.”
Story: The Fulcrum
Colors: Realgar #1: Dissipate
Styles and Supplies: Yarn (this picture), Brushes (May 21, 2026: Lacuna), Glue ("You may have the intellectual side of the equation completely set in your head, Gemini. You've collected all the facts and have all the data worked out in such a way that it's impossible for anyone to fault your calculations. Don't think you're done, because there's one part of the picture left to consider - emotions. Extreme feelings could put a monkey wrench in your plans. Be prepared.")
Word Count: 862
Rating: T
Warnings: Fantasy Drug Abuse
Characters: Setsiana, Qhoroali
In-Universe Date: 1912.5.5.4
Summary: Qhoroali experiments with Niexxee.
Setsiana spent a few days avoiding Qhoroali. It wasn’t too hard, with their differing schedules. Maybe after Cyaru talked to her, she would seek out Setsiana on her own.
But one day, when Setsiana rose and made her way out to the living room, she saw something sitting on the desk that stopped her — a strange bottle with a very oddly-shaped top. Printed on it in some kind of very stylized Vrelian was a word that looked like it might be “Neché” or “Necché” or “Nyecché”. She stood and stared at it, for a moment. Was this the ‘Niexxee’ that Cusäfä had told them about? Had Qhoroali already gotten some from the future?
Her thoughts were interrupted by Liselye arriving with breakfast, which she ate unenthusiastically, lost in thought. Afterwards, she returned to the living room to get another look at the strange top on the bottle, which was oddly bent at a right angle. She was startled by the sound of a door opening behind her, and turned to look.
Qhoroali stood in the doorway to her bedroom, and hesitated for a moment before venturing, “That’s the Niexxee that Cusäfä mentioned. I haven’t had a chance to test it out yet, I was going to do that today. Did you want to come see what it does?”
Setsiana had dreaded the day that Qhoroali would actually get her hands on the stuff, but she did want to see what exactly it did. Could it actually destroy timelines? Destroy Time? To really understand what the danger was, she had know. “Yes,” she said, without elaborating further.
“Alright,” said Qhoroali. “Let’s get Peatäro.”
About ten minutes later, they all trooped into the laboratory, Peatäro carrying the flask of timeline stuff and Qhoroali carrying the Niexxee. The table was set up, and the timeline substance was decanted into it. Qhoroali produced a bottle of qoire so that they could see the miniature timelines that the substance formed, and after they had used it, she leaned over the top of the dome with the bottle of Niexxee.
“This bottle is kind of neat, actually,” she said. “You can spray it. Look.” She twisted something on the top of the bottle, and then squeezed a small handle, and some kind of bright blue mist settled over the top of the miniature timeline Tree on the table. The blue hung there for a minute, then dissipated; where it had been, the timelines seemed to develop black pock-marks for a few seconds, but then returned to their original state.
“Hmm,” said Qhoroali. “It’s doing something, but there’s too little of it, I think.” She twisted the whole top of the bottle, and it came off in her hand. Something that looked like a long, clear straw came with it. She tipped the opening over the table until a small stream of blue came out of it.
On the table where Qhoroali had poured the Niexxee, the glowing green timeline substance fled to the edges of the dome as if it had been blown there by a strong gale. The miniature timelines were ripped apart, and left behind severed connections trailing wisps of green light. For a few seconds, the center was occupied by a small puddle of blue and nothing else; then then blue seemed to evaporate and dissolve into a fine mist, and the green returned, healing the timelines and reforming them as they had been.
It was a relief, at least, to see that the stuff had not outright destroyed the substance that made up Time, and that somehow, the timelines seemed to be removing it. But Setsiana’s thoughts lingered on the severed timelines that had sat there bleeding for some moments. What would that translate to, in the real Tree? And how would it behave in a place where Time did not exist? Would those few seconds become an eternity of destroyed timelines?
“Interesting,” said Qhoroali, contemplatively. “So it doesn’t destroy, it only repels. But maybe it will be enough. There’s no Time where Sapfita lives, not really. Maybe repelling Her away from the Tree will be enough to remove Her influence on it. It’s worth a shot, anyway.”
“What if you hit the tree by mistake?” asked Setsiana.
Qhoroali shrugged. “It seemed pretty clear where the Tree was and where Sapfita was the last time we were there. I can’t imagine that would be an issue.”
“Are you really so sure?” asked Setsiana. “I still don’t think you’re correct about what we saw actually being Sapfita.”
“I know. But if that wasn’t Her, then where was She? And what did we actually see in Her place?”
Setsiana could only shake her head. She was sure she was correct, but she didn’t have answers for these questions. Maybe she could have gotten them from Sapfita, if she’d been in the right state of mind for it, but she hadn’t been thinking about it during her dreams. She’d have to remember to ask that question the next time she had a chance.
“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” said Qhoroali, somewhat dismissively, screwing the top back onto the bottle again. “This seems like a plan to me.”