Pristine Dark
Supreme Cookie Overlord
Ritsa Lythe stood in front of a set of heavy, ornately carved wooden doors feeling utterly satisfied with herself. In only a few short hours, these doors wouldn't just be imposing slabs of wood, but rather the grand entrance to the Institute for Powers and Advanced Development. This was the physical embodiment of all of her hopes and dreams in this world, something she was certain must be true for all the other teachers as well.
Sighing in earnest excitement, she reached into her thick white lab jacket and pulled free a tiny silver key so that she might open shop for the first time ever. The doors creaked open slowly, pushed along by pneumatic hinges on the inside to greet Rista with a massive entry hall made almost entirely of marble.
She gazed around the room, her eyes first catching on the handsome twin staircases that rose from either side of the massive grand foyer to an elegant balcony made of a vibrant wood. Behind the balcony rested another set of thick oak doors that would soon serve as the doorway to the Dorian Cross’s office. Underneath each staircase were a few sets of doors that lead to the varies wings of the grounds.
Looking down to the floor, Ritsa was greeted with her own reflection on it’s smooth polished marble. Her thick brown hair sat matted and unkempt on her head, and her own chestnut eyes stared back up at her giddily. “With this much, we might actually be able to change the future right…?” she said, her voice echoing gently out in the large open space.
“Perhaps…but if it has changed, I cannot yet see it’s new colors” came a gravely male voice from behind her, belonging to Peter Hall, one of the worlds only clairvoyants. “How is it that you always seem to know when I am near Lythe?”
Ritsa laughed teasingly as she entered into the hall and did a quick child-like spin. “If I ever did decide to tell you, wouldn’t you know already?” she joked before making her way towards the back of the room and placing upon it a rather hefty plaque.
“Or perhaps you never found the time to try” Peter called to her annoyed. “It’s not as if I can choose exactly what I see, and those that are personal to me are almost always clouded from my sight. About the only purposes my ability seems to serve, is to keep me awake at night and to generate for me an endless stream of headaches.”
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
“Well? Have you located it?” came a stern voice from behind Captain Lance Wright, chief data handler for the Waicom Corporation and government liaison to project White Noise.
“I’m definitely gettin’ a pulse, but it’s obscured somehow. Maybe it’s hidden away in some kinda bunker or somethin’?” Lance responded dutifully. Always so very annoyingly dutifully. He wished that he could tell the government to shove it where the sun didn't shine, to tell them and this project to simply go to hell…flipping them off the whole way there.
Lance however was anything but an idiot. He didn't make it to Captain without hearing countless stories of unusual disappearances. It didn't take much to figure out that each one of the people who vanished happened to do so shortly after causing trouble for the government or their military in one way or another. He was going to make damn sure he wasn't one of them, at least not till he knew what was really going on. “This was for something bigger than me” he kept telling himself. “Tough it out and your kids might actually have a dad to grow up with”.
“It’s no good. If I had a stronger sensor than I might be able to pick up on it’s radiation trail or somethin’, but as it is all I can tell ya is it’s somewhere on the Continent of Triton” he said while throwing himself backwards in mock frustration. He didn't care if he found whatever the hell they had him trying to track down, just as long as they payed him when it was over. “Too bad that’s outside a’ our budget huh?”
There was a long moment of silence before the same stern voice demanded “Make a list of the parts you will require” Prompting Lance to stare back at Supreme General Tallfellow in surprise. “Your being promoted to active rank Colonel, expense is not an issue. Get it done.”
“Sir... yes sir” Lance stammered out before turning back towards his display. Whatever it was they wanted, they obviously meant to have it. “Don’t screw up lance, little Gabby needs ya”.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Ritsa Lythe leaned onto Peter Hall affectionately as they watched the Institutes’s grand foyer flood with students from the balcony. “It’s hard to imagine this place started it’s life as some extravagant home isn’t it? This place is just so massive… a single family actually expected to live in here by themselves?”
Peter stood firmly, mostly upright despite all the dead weight Ritsa had placed onto his shoulder, staring out at the children with a growing sense of unease. As each child walked, stumbled, or ran through their doors, the future seemed to become more solid, more firm, more adamant. The end was definitely growing brighter, their hopes definitely seemed to be shining through… Yet there was still that deep uneasy feeling plaguing him.
As the students finally managed to come to a halt, Peter cleared his throat and raised his wrist towards his mouth. Speaking as clearly as he could manage, he slowly began his announcements.
“Welcome young men and women to the Institute for Advanced Powers and Development. I am Dr. Peter Hall, and this is…” He began before having his wrist snatched away from his mouth suddenly by the excited Ritsa.
“…And I am Ms Ritsa T Lythe. I know this must all be rather confusing for you, waking up one day to discover you were floating on your roof. Or maybe having to explain to your parents that while YES you DID wet the bed, you didn’t actually do it in the way they were thinking…” She announced vibrantly, trying to add an element of humor to make things a bit more casual for everyone.
“I’ll admit that we’re far from experts, but as it is, there just isn’t really such a thing. We’re a lot further along than you guys probably are though, so we’re hoping we can teach you a few things… and maybe you’ll teach us a thing or two in the process” she continued, smiling brilliantly down towards all of the students looking up at her. “But first thing’s first, primary introductions.”
“I’m a telepath, which pretty much means I’m too nosy for my own good and end peeking into other people’s thoughts. Don’t worry though, I wont just read your mind or anything. It’s actually a lot more complicated than just opening a book and such… if you pay REALLY close attention you can even sense it’s happening. Peter here is a Clairvoyant, which just means he’s even more nosy than I am and looks into the future for spoilers.” She said as she winked at him lovingly.
“The headmaster is away at the moment, which is why I get the pleasure of speaking with all of you here, but your rooms have all been assigned and are posted below us on the wall in front of you. They've all been tailored to suit your abilities, so pyromancers, you don’t need to worry too much about burning us all away in your sleep. Oh, and if your curious about how we knew which powers you all had… well you have the headmaster to thank for that. He’s probably the most nosy of all of us” she finished, allowing Peter to take his hand back and making her way down one of the large flights of stairs. She graciously went back and forth through the throng of students, trying her best to answer questions.
“Well, that was certainly…something? In any case, inside your rooms you will find a highly advanced piece of electrical equipment that will serve as a map, your textbooks, a communications device, and a planer all at once. They are quite difficult to break, can withstand temperatures of over two thousand degrees Celsius and are completely water proof. If you should still somehow manage to destroy it…I commend your brilliance and recommend that you return it to their inventor, Lisa Hall, my sister and technopathy teacher. I believe that is everything, and so… good day” he said quickly before performing a curt bow and taking his leave into the headmasters office.
His sense of unease was rising with each passing moment. Whatever it was would happen soon, and he aimed to find out where exactly the headmaster was. The government had already made numerous attempts on their lives… He didn't like that one of their own was off by himself.
Sighing in earnest excitement, she reached into her thick white lab jacket and pulled free a tiny silver key so that she might open shop for the first time ever. The doors creaked open slowly, pushed along by pneumatic hinges on the inside to greet Rista with a massive entry hall made almost entirely of marble.
She gazed around the room, her eyes first catching on the handsome twin staircases that rose from either side of the massive grand foyer to an elegant balcony made of a vibrant wood. Behind the balcony rested another set of thick oak doors that would soon serve as the doorway to the Dorian Cross’s office. Underneath each staircase were a few sets of doors that lead to the varies wings of the grounds.
Looking down to the floor, Ritsa was greeted with her own reflection on it’s smooth polished marble. Her thick brown hair sat matted and unkempt on her head, and her own chestnut eyes stared back up at her giddily. “With this much, we might actually be able to change the future right…?” she said, her voice echoing gently out in the large open space.
“Perhaps…but if it has changed, I cannot yet see it’s new colors” came a gravely male voice from behind her, belonging to Peter Hall, one of the worlds only clairvoyants. “How is it that you always seem to know when I am near Lythe?”
Ritsa laughed teasingly as she entered into the hall and did a quick child-like spin. “If I ever did decide to tell you, wouldn’t you know already?” she joked before making her way towards the back of the room and placing upon it a rather hefty plaque.
“Or perhaps you never found the time to try” Peter called to her annoyed. “It’s not as if I can choose exactly what I see, and those that are personal to me are almost always clouded from my sight. About the only purposes my ability seems to serve, is to keep me awake at night and to generate for me an endless stream of headaches.”
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
“Well? Have you located it?” came a stern voice from behind Captain Lance Wright, chief data handler for the Waicom Corporation and government liaison to project White Noise.
“I’m definitely gettin’ a pulse, but it’s obscured somehow. Maybe it’s hidden away in some kinda bunker or somethin’?” Lance responded dutifully. Always so very annoyingly dutifully. He wished that he could tell the government to shove it where the sun didn't shine, to tell them and this project to simply go to hell…flipping them off the whole way there.
Lance however was anything but an idiot. He didn't make it to Captain without hearing countless stories of unusual disappearances. It didn't take much to figure out that each one of the people who vanished happened to do so shortly after causing trouble for the government or their military in one way or another. He was going to make damn sure he wasn't one of them, at least not till he knew what was really going on. “This was for something bigger than me” he kept telling himself. “Tough it out and your kids might actually have a dad to grow up with”.
“It’s no good. If I had a stronger sensor than I might be able to pick up on it’s radiation trail or somethin’, but as it is all I can tell ya is it’s somewhere on the Continent of Triton” he said while throwing himself backwards in mock frustration. He didn't care if he found whatever the hell they had him trying to track down, just as long as they payed him when it was over. “Too bad that’s outside a’ our budget huh?”
There was a long moment of silence before the same stern voice demanded “Make a list of the parts you will require” Prompting Lance to stare back at Supreme General Tallfellow in surprise. “Your being promoted to active rank Colonel, expense is not an issue. Get it done.”
“Sir... yes sir” Lance stammered out before turning back towards his display. Whatever it was they wanted, they obviously meant to have it. “Don’t screw up lance, little Gabby needs ya”.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Ritsa Lythe leaned onto Peter Hall affectionately as they watched the Institutes’s grand foyer flood with students from the balcony. “It’s hard to imagine this place started it’s life as some extravagant home isn’t it? This place is just so massive… a single family actually expected to live in here by themselves?”
Peter stood firmly, mostly upright despite all the dead weight Ritsa had placed onto his shoulder, staring out at the children with a growing sense of unease. As each child walked, stumbled, or ran through their doors, the future seemed to become more solid, more firm, more adamant. The end was definitely growing brighter, their hopes definitely seemed to be shining through… Yet there was still that deep uneasy feeling plaguing him.
As the students finally managed to come to a halt, Peter cleared his throat and raised his wrist towards his mouth. Speaking as clearly as he could manage, he slowly began his announcements.
“Welcome young men and women to the Institute for Advanced Powers and Development. I am Dr. Peter Hall, and this is…” He began before having his wrist snatched away from his mouth suddenly by the excited Ritsa.
“…And I am Ms Ritsa T Lythe. I know this must all be rather confusing for you, waking up one day to discover you were floating on your roof. Or maybe having to explain to your parents that while YES you DID wet the bed, you didn’t actually do it in the way they were thinking…” She announced vibrantly, trying to add an element of humor to make things a bit more casual for everyone.
“I’ll admit that we’re far from experts, but as it is, there just isn’t really such a thing. We’re a lot further along than you guys probably are though, so we’re hoping we can teach you a few things… and maybe you’ll teach us a thing or two in the process” she continued, smiling brilliantly down towards all of the students looking up at her. “But first thing’s first, primary introductions.”
“I’m a telepath, which pretty much means I’m too nosy for my own good and end peeking into other people’s thoughts. Don’t worry though, I wont just read your mind or anything. It’s actually a lot more complicated than just opening a book and such… if you pay REALLY close attention you can even sense it’s happening. Peter here is a Clairvoyant, which just means he’s even more nosy than I am and looks into the future for spoilers.” She said as she winked at him lovingly.
“The headmaster is away at the moment, which is why I get the pleasure of speaking with all of you here, but your rooms have all been assigned and are posted below us on the wall in front of you. They've all been tailored to suit your abilities, so pyromancers, you don’t need to worry too much about burning us all away in your sleep. Oh, and if your curious about how we knew which powers you all had… well you have the headmaster to thank for that. He’s probably the most nosy of all of us” she finished, allowing Peter to take his hand back and making her way down one of the large flights of stairs. She graciously went back and forth through the throng of students, trying her best to answer questions.
“Well, that was certainly…something? In any case, inside your rooms you will find a highly advanced piece of electrical equipment that will serve as a map, your textbooks, a communications device, and a planer all at once. They are quite difficult to break, can withstand temperatures of over two thousand degrees Celsius and are completely water proof. If you should still somehow manage to destroy it…I commend your brilliance and recommend that you return it to their inventor, Lisa Hall, my sister and technopathy teacher. I believe that is everything, and so… good day” he said quickly before performing a curt bow and taking his leave into the headmasters office.
His sense of unease was rising with each passing moment. Whatever it was would happen soon, and he aimed to find out where exactly the headmaster was. The government had already made numerous attempts on their lives… He didn't like that one of their own was off by himself.
An elliptical watch taking up roughly twice the space of a standard watch. Crammed full of technology, Lisa brags that this little baby can do everything BUT make breakfast for you when you wake up… she just cant seem to get the toast function down…
Made with a specially developed mattalio-plastic fiber (also invented by miss Lisa Hall), it is utterly transparent and can absorb impacts exceeding the amount of fore required to produce diamonds.
They displace heat around them so well that they can survive a maximum temperature of about 2450 degrees Celsius, but also produce their own internal heating which can keep it functioning at temperatures as low as -220 degrees Celsius.
The screen displays it’s contents by producing a thin hologram that floats about 2 inches above the watch screen, about the size of a hardcover book. It can also be made to project a rather large image upon a wall to share it’s view with other nearby people.
Possessing an advanced AI system based on their creators own mind, these devices can sometimes anticipate the needs of students out on the field. Often times, owners of this device find themselves receiving an array of useful information cleared by Lisa and the rest of her team without ever needing to ask. Their AI system also means that the user is sometimes bombarded with quips in Lisa Halls…unique sense of humor.
The world is currently ruled by a single massive government called the Aldura Foundation, though most everyone refers to them as the “World Government” or “WG” for short.
Originally beginning it’s life in the 1990’s as a special interest group dedicated to the preservation of human rights, they were voted in as the ruling faction after the collapse of the old world governments shortly following World War Four. Now their reach extends to all three continents of Planet Burd and touches nearly every economic and social circle in one way or another.
Despite their ever pervasive sovereignty over Burd, they function more as a a business rather than just a pure government entity. As a business, they are not without rivals including the Kookalis and Waicom Corporations, as well as the Marith Institute.
The world of Burd itself is broken into three major landmasses, the continents of Triton, Alria and Dourv’en. Despite the fact that Triton is the smallest of the three by far, it houses the majority of the world population. Both Alria and Dourv’en were affected by extensive radiation damage in the last of the world wars, rendering over 90% of their surface uninhabitable.
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Made with a specially developed mattalio-plastic fiber (also invented by miss Lisa Hall), it is utterly transparent and can absorb impacts exceeding the amount of fore required to produce diamonds.
They displace heat around them so well that they can survive a maximum temperature of about 2450 degrees Celsius, but also produce their own internal heating which can keep it functioning at temperatures as low as -220 degrees Celsius.
The screen displays it’s contents by producing a thin hologram that floats about 2 inches above the watch screen, about the size of a hardcover book. It can also be made to project a rather large image upon a wall to share it’s view with other nearby people.
Possessing an advanced AI system based on their creators own mind, these devices can sometimes anticipate the needs of students out on the field. Often times, owners of this device find themselves receiving an array of useful information cleared by Lisa and the rest of her team without ever needing to ask. Their AI system also means that the user is sometimes bombarded with quips in Lisa Halls…unique sense of humor.
The world is currently ruled by a single massive government called the Aldura Foundation, though most everyone refers to them as the “World Government” or “WG” for short.
Originally beginning it’s life in the 1990’s as a special interest group dedicated to the preservation of human rights, they were voted in as the ruling faction after the collapse of the old world governments shortly following World War Four. Now their reach extends to all three continents of Planet Burd and touches nearly every economic and social circle in one way or another.
Despite their ever pervasive sovereignty over Burd, they function more as a a business rather than just a pure government entity. As a business, they are not without rivals including the Kookalis and Waicom Corporations, as well as the Marith Institute.
The world of Burd itself is broken into three major landmasses, the continents of Triton, Alria and Dourv’en. Despite the fact that Triton is the smallest of the three by far, it houses the majority of the world population. Both Alria and Dourv’en were affected by extensive radiation damage in the last of the world wars, rendering over 90% of their surface uninhabitable.
*NEW*
Lost? Falling behind? or perhaps you just want to see a bit more of the story than what's shown here in the RP? Well then, read the novelization posted as blogs :3 Subscribe to never miss an episode ~
