Tack
Tack
Tack
A series of hand taps could be heard, perfect in rhythm, even a movement of such minute detail was performed in a harmonious manner, as if composing a music.
When your attention eventually arrives at the source of this melody, you would have no choice but to completely devote your attention towards her.
Even when covered under a magical curtain, that could completely mask any aura, shape, colour, or even shadow, the sound produced by her would entrance anyone, make them aware of their own position and existence before someone like them.
For such is the existence of the Avatar, not a mere individual, but a perfect being born through the will, the hope, and the very essence of an entire World.
They represent the Peak of the Path of Power, of their entire world up until that point.
Every world has a power-system that has been created through countless eons.
The History of the World and countless Status-Holders enrich its own status and solifies it until the most honoured achievement graces it.
A name.
To individuals or inhabitants of a world, this might be something as natural as their own proof of existence.
Some even have their Proof of Existence tied to other beings, their parents, an origin, a group, but to a World, nothing of the sort can replace its own existence.
But in this ever-branching entanglement of different Worlds, trying to get a unique quality let alone a name is a far off story.
That is where the Avatars, show their importance.
They are the connection and the will of the World itself, to every single inhabitant in it.
Born as individuals who can hold a Status, that too under the care and guidance of an entire World, naturally gives them almost an equal status to the World they belong to.
But, every Avatar, must walk the Path of Power on their own feet, bound for a fate of a long arduous journey paved by their own World.
There, the Avatars go through countless possibilities.
'Progression'.
Only through a powerful status linked to their world, the history of the World they revisit, and the unique belief, that the Avatar develops along the way, will they gain enough momentun to push the Power-System of their World towards a new realm.
And as the center of their universe, they evolve througout their story, and induce a similar reaction in the entire world
As their story reaches an end, they become part of their World's History.
A foundation for the new Avatar, repeating, yet progressing one small step or a huge leap in each Avatars's generation, ever forward.
Tack
Tack!
Creak
From behind the door emerges a short-haired girl with a split-bob.
Her attire's foundation could be seen as an modernification of a classic butler's coat, fitted a waistcoat, the only differences in shape and colour pattern being the baggy trousers of grey-white.
But the colours were a contrast of three colours, the right sleeve of her coat, was not black, but a vibrant dark pink, seemlessly merging into the upper-coat, the side facing the right sleeve being a bright white, while the left immediately draws a boundary with a contrast of dark velvet black.
The left sleeve then again presents another layer to the outfit, flowing down like curly flowing silk fabric, as dark as the night sky, with glitters on top it, as numerous and colourful as the stars in a nebula.
On her waist rests a pocket, a thin line like a kangaroos' pouchthat you might miss if it even existed in the first place, as if by design.
"..."
"..."
Silence
"Young Miss, have you had breakfast?"
"What's the result?"
Shivwr
Hearing the ethereal voice, she can't help but feel weak in her knees.
I Want to Prostrate, Lay Down my Body, Mind and Soul to the Avatar, Let Her Have Her Way With Me!
"...Nothing concrete yet, Young Miss."
But she is able to brace herselves, one of the qualities and reason that she was chosen among so many.
"So, innocent? I could swear I felt something off.."
Even though the result said otherwise, the perverted girl didn't had a sliver of the concept of doubt, in her master's judgement.
Not just because of absolutely loyalty and revernce she had for her, but because it was something that the Avatar found uncertain.
"Then what say miss? Shall I disintegrate him through the Crimson Ender?"
It is a known fact, that the Avatars's speculations and gut feelings in uncertain situations would have a tremendous impact on the World's future.
"No need. I'll first check for myself."
From inside, a slender finger peeks out.
Only a segment of it is visible, that alone makes the pervert go crazy, bending down clutching herself.
From a higher angle it would be unsure if it's the stomach or something else.
"Hah...hah hahehehe"
Ignoring the condition of the girl below, she wills forward the Ruby, Crimson Ender towards, as it effortlessly finds itself at the tip of her finger, unaware of how it even reached to her, except the thing kept inside it.
Crazy
I can feel myself being trapped in the jaws of a dragon, no a black hole.
Escape is impossible. Unless another blackhole appears, or I become a singularity myself, I won't even be able to fight for my meager existence, infront of the giant that I see from my viewpoint.
For some reason, this scene fills me with an unexplainable sense of overwhelming ambivalence, I can't tell what's happening to me, it's just like...back then when leaving the ritual site.
Even though she is leagues above me, it isn't necessarily me being suppressed or being affected by the countless innate abilities and unknown effects this being is emitting, as even with my few skills, I can easily bypass such effects.
But this exact situation, reminds me of a very unexplainable feeling, a feeling that is chipping away at my sanity.
The giant hand's finger where the Ruby rests, forms a pinch as if preparing to give a flick-
Ting-
The red hue around me transforms into disco lights, spinning in all directions, as if being shone with light sources revolving around the Ruby.
But this is again another application of space bending, making the light follow around it.
An Projection appears, crimson in every right, but in this world of Red, that part of the room stands out more as if looking at an optical illusion concentrated at one spot of a completely red painting.
It forms her outline, as you look deeper, you eventually find parts of her, revealing for an instance, but replaced by some other one the next moment, like teasing by giving small glimpses making you crave the whole picture.
Or maybe considerate of her aura infecting me during the talk?
I doubt that would work on me, even if it does, I can use InstantAdapt, and get it over with.
Now, that you have finally come so close, it's time for business finally, my one and only goal here, information- on the Ether manipulation, Anamolous Events and the level of knowledge about the World beyond theirs.
Depending on these, my next course of actions will change.
I conclude as I already begin to form a chop, my battle ready form, that will fire utter devastation at thought.
"So, care to tell me what's the deal with you? Why can't I find anything strange on you, even though just by looking at you, my heart starts beating so fast."
"Is that a confession? Sorry but you look like an abstract art..."
That seems to have deeply affected her for some reason. I wonder if it's right to continue
Was she not expecting it, or is she thinking to one up my reply? I guess I can give her a chance
"...I don't see the appeal."
Or not.