outside-pov Closerverse/Radasyx moments

[redthedragon]

all from a wip i should really not be working on right now

"It might," Rex said, "dunno. We got locked in here for the sake of the plot." He paused. "I can just tell you that? Okay, that's a new one. Usually that's the big desanim, I'm used to that one getting people killed." What?

"desanim" translates directly to "negative zero" but figuratively/colloquiallly to "secret" with specific connotations of particular complexity/difficulty understanding - the mirror reflection of something "just" hard to understand; it's something that has been made difficult to understand on purpose. a gordian knot of a situation in particular.

"You share your name with a fictional character," Rex said, doing something that didn't quite resemble unscrewing to the cap of the flask. It nonetheless popped off, revealing awkward corkscrewing threads Casey hadn't ever seen on a bottle before, almost zigzagged.

Because why not. Different kind of bottle cap. You take the lid off something like a child safety lid - you press down or up and wiggle it a little and it goes up and down - but mostly its like that because I said so a while ago and i might as well keep it. its the little things.

"What kind of de-sevenths, fucking... stupid fucking names are these?" Rex said. "What, are your admins just the laziest people alive? Not even a different sixth-cursed language? What kind of naming conventions are these? Fuck, I'm not a writer, I don't want to be, I don't like reading, and I could do better than that. Cult of the word, cult of the tree. Sevens. Fifths. That's so lame."

Not a response Casey knew what to do anything with. Did the numbers even mean anything? What was that, seven, six, seven again, and then five? He ignored the entire sentence.

They do. De-sevenths - unlucky; sevenths, lucky; sixths, collaborating/doing something together; fifths, stubbornness.

"If I could smoke and mirrors a window out of existence while you were looking at it," Rex said, starting to sound properly irritated, "then I wouldn't be here because I'd be too busy making a shitload of money doing stage magic out in Sinodet and I wouldn't even be part of the stupid Hudson game in the first place. Come on."

What - Sinodet? "I've had enough of this shit from the fucking fans of that fucking author," Casey started.

Sinodet is a city in what is currently Ohio.

"Every time they don't want me to keep talking they do something to the air," Rex said, "I think it's because your sky is blue and mine is red, probably they're made of different things so they can keep switching shit on me. I don't know. I'm not a shaidbinder."

It's not, but that's a thing. The sky being different colors. It's because physics is different where Rex is from - the atmosphere not being oxygen would've been harder than light penetration changing and light wavelengths getting weirded visually.

"I don't think the, the... light home, circle eye, the, the... the bright circle..."

"Spotlight?" Casey asked.

"No, no, when you're using a gun and you have them in your view-finder, the hole that becomes, the place where the light goes. Whatever you call that."

Word he's looking for is "sights" or "target (point, visual)", haven't decided if those are separate words yet because i've still left the guns situation a bit underdeveloped for my tastes, but that's roughly how the word is formed - and this is also like this because they use laser guns, so "light home, the place where the light goes" is sort of like. Bullet home. The place the bullet goes to take a nap.

He didn't recognize this place at all. Where was he? The little clues he was used to running off didn't seem to be any help - the buildings were massive and hulking like Hudson, but the architecture was wrong, the ground was wrong and the roads were strange to him when if it were Hudson he'd have known them like the back of his own hands. Here and there there were little things that felt "right" - that would ground him in Ciranos or the Red Grave Outcity or the far West in Maknot over the Ridge Pools, even though those were as far from each other as Aemmi was from Telasthes and they didn't exist in the same place at the same time. None of them did. It was weird, it was like a dream.

this is from a different one - I started it in my boring stupid pop-psychology-for-middle-managers class. Ciranos is still in Ohio, Red Grave Outcity is at the very far southwest point of an island archipelago that is off the coast of southeast Canada to the east of modern-day Halifax; Maknot is in what is modern-day Colorado, near Grand Junction; the Ridge Pools dot basically every mountain range in the western part of the continent and they're sort of like saying "the plains" and talking about the midwest, it's not special; Aemmi and Telasthes are located around modern-day Miami and the furthest southwest point of Lake Superior respectively and they're just cities that are really far from each other.Used for emphasis.