And The Walls Came Down...

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And The Walls Came Down...

Postby Narrator » Mon Nov 13, 2017 6:15 pm

A make-shift dynamo of some sort slowly begins to spin on several axis in a complicated but kind of ramshackle contraption. The metal core looks rough, but glints in a strange incandescent shine underneath the coils of wire wrapped around it. As it grows faster it grows blurry and begins to produce an almost undulating whir as the air around it seems to warp and distort.

"It's working!" a cheerful female voice announces just moments before sparks fly off the contraption and the whole thing tears itself loose from it's anchoring and ricochets around the room, bouncing off the walls in a manner that most chunks of metal really shouldn't, wrecking all kinds of equipment that looks like a tornado re-arranged the contents of a Radio-Shack even before being smashed. The spinning core finally seem ends it's rampage by embedding itself in the ceiling. After a moment of silence only punctuated by an old CRT screen slowly tipping off it's mounting and crashing to the floor a different female voice speaks up. "When you said 'punch a hole' I didn't think you meant literally."

"Oh shut up, you bugaboo!" the first voice whines. "It was working till the shield-scaffolding collapsed. Get it down, we'll try the tungsten next..." she goes on and is met with the affirmative grunt from a third voice...
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Re: And The Walls Came Down...

Postby Narrator » Mon Dec 04, 2017 9:30 pm

An ill-defined amount of time later...

The machine spins up again. This time it quickly revs up past the undulating whir and it turns into a rhythmic pulsing that seems to ripple through reality itself. The spinning core seems to shrink in on itself as the frequency of the pulses increases more and more. This time the three figures don't say anything and merely watch the machine with baited breath when the spinning core suddenly begins to wobble ever so slightly. "Nooo! No no no no nooo! It's so close!" the smallest of the three laments, her voice undulating weirdly from the waves of distorted reality washing over them. "You gotta hold it! It says it's almost through!"

"But..." the the bulky one starts in a gruff, yet oddly deferential tone.

"You gotta!" the first one insists and the bulky one takes a couple steps towards the machine. He seems to have trouble getting closer, the distortion waves making it harder and harder to get to the epicenter, but with a final push of effort he manages to force himself close enough to grab the mounting of the spinning core on each side, the metal groaning under his fingers as it continues to try and tear itself out of it's bearings. The thrumming pulse grows to a fever pitch when the time between the distortion waves grows exponentially shorter until there's no gaps at all. No gaps between anything. Everything is contained within the tiniest spot and spread out into infinity all at once until reality suddenly expands/collapses into it's normal dimensions. Only the workshop is gone and instead the three find themselves standing in mid-air, a couple feet above the ocean waves. In the distance the green of a shoreline stretches out, but they don't have time to admire it before gravity acknowledges their arrival and all three of them - along with the parts of the machine that got torn along - go plunging into the water, cutting off the young girl's victorious shout with an unceremonious splash.
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