"Does courage sometimes come up short for you?" "Does the fear of the unknown still run within your veins? Never to be fully tamed?" "A fickle fate runs this world, it's calls mild-mannered but with murderous intent." "Without your will, you are nothing." "Without your will, your own shortcomings manifest. Never for your eyes to see. Never for your mind to regret." ------------------------------------------------ [BCOLOR=#800000]Tint the Void [/BCOLOR] ------------------------------------------------ Faint music played at every direction. Cellos slowly strumming. Was this an illusion? Was it her mind making up things? Playing tricks? A girl seemingly around the age of 17, simply dressed in a red sailor uniform with crimson leggings could not see anything ahead of her. She had heard from various sources that if the body were cut off from it's six senses that the mind will make up for it by creating whatever it needs. Sounds, sensations, tastes. Was this how this world was as well? Upon deployment into the dimension, she could not see or feel much which bothered her to no end. However, this mission was worth it, she thought. The girl kept stepping forward with her hand out in front of her to make sure she bumped into nothing, her heart racing with every moment within this timeless void. She knew she had to do something to at least allow her to see. She wanted to witness the vast expanse of the darkness which was the dimension. The girl wanted to connect. People, her group, they were around her somewhere. Though she had to be careful. Outsider 14, as she was called, mentally chimed. /"Mana cycle."/ The command carried simple words but with a supernatural intent, as everyone born within this wonderful universe had the innate ability to handle the primordial blue energy called Mana. Streams of mana taking shape like a glowing blue hue of smoke cut through the open space around her arm and swirled around her fingers. As such with the nature of energy, the mana being collected from the environment provided some illumination, though Outsider 14 had some second thoughts about cycling mana at this early stage within the void. How would the dimension take it? 14's mind immediately tried to rationalize this brash decision. "Well...if the dimension already has a mana stream....with lots of mana at that, this means it has ley lines. The dimension accepted mana as a part of itself. We /should/ be fine...." 14 took the brief moment to look ahead and as somewhat expected, she was staring down an endless abyss. 14 muttered "...and we have to craft everything..." "Mana. Huh, better alternative to a flashlight..." a male voice cut in soon after, having Outsider 14 look back to connect her gaze with a man in his 20s seeming to copy her move and cycle mana around his arm himself. He soon followed while his free hand grazed his chocolate brown hair. "I'm not so sure that a flashlight would even work here. It doesn't exist." a pause. "Yet." "Nah.." Outsider 14 assured. "If you want, you can introduce the concept of portable light right now. Hehehe, I doubt mana counts as one hm?" Outsider 14 taps on a gauntlet on her right hand. She along with her team had one as one of their most basic items. It was named a Command Gauntlet, the only item they could use to introduce concepts, items, and things they need to condition the dimension with. Using it's blend of magic and technology, the gauntlet accessed the subconscious of the user to extract the essence of ideals and memories the user had. Using such essence, with a simple command of "Overwrite", as the user would yell, the essence would turn a certain color and then depending on the nature of the thing introduced, would allow the user to create. The male shakes his head after reminding himself about the gauntlet protocol and speaks "I may have to take a group vote on that. Can't have idiots just throwing out concepts without thinking. But enough about it. Firstly..." The male blinks "..Who the hell are you?" Outsider 14 gives a light sigh. Duh, introductions were a thing, she remembered. "I'm Outsider 14. The medic." she smiles. "I decided to be the medic myself before entering here, so that's one of the few memories the developers allowed me to keep. How about you? What are your numbers?" she said, briefly looking beyond the man and towards the other recruits.