World Lore, Dice Rolls, Tables and Cypher System mechanics (Dropbox Folder)
As if my day wasn’t going horribly wrong already, but the gut wrenching shift from one place to another was starting to make me feel nauseous. But it was over almost as soon as it started. A soft pop of my ears and the light around was blinding despite being softly lit room. The sound of voices overshadowed the noise and I barely noticed the woman standing and talking with the man who had taken my song and made it go viral.
He was as tall as I was if slighter frame. His big brown eyes with thick eye liner and long lashes drew me immediately. And those lips, I couldn’t decide what to look at more, his eyes or his lips. How the fuck did this happen?
Whatever they had been saying was completely lost, even the bag thrust in my hand was just noise in comparison to what was running through my head. And then his lips were on mine. I stared at him but the gentle touch drew me deeper and I relaxed into the sensation, the soft spark that ignited between us. It was like magic. I put my hand at the back of his neck and deepened the kiss. He moaned softly. And what I wouldn’t do for a nice bed right then.
He broke the kiss but he didn’t pull away, his forehead rested against mine and his eyes were closed. He whispered, “Why does it feel like we’ve done that before?”
I laughed. “I don’t know.” But he was right. It did feel like we’d done that before, that we shared some deeper connection.
He whispered. “I’m Nox by the way.”
“Alex. And I’m starving.” I grabbed his hand with my free one and we left the room and headed out into whatever lay beyond. I didn’t give a fuck what was going on right then. I had a pretty boy and I was hungry. I needed to find food.
The singular door lead into an extravagant lobby filled with people of all shapes and sizes. People like I had never seen before. And the sights — I wouldn’t even know where to begin, it was like we got transported to the future where magic and technology mixed. Floating lights and skyrocketing elevators with gears and runes alike dotted the decor of this lobby area.
Neon signs flickered various shops and venues. It was all very overwhelming. But the smell of food pulled me in one direction. Though I was hesitant to move with long fingers wrapped in mine. He felt like home.
My stomach rumbled as we drew near what looked like a diner that spilled out into the lobby. Tables and chairs casually sprawled out from the wide mouth of the shop with in. I felt like I was looking at a chaotic version of Parisian cafe. Strange looking folks sat around chatting and a line formed out the door. “This place must be good.” I mumbled as I stepped into line with Nox trailing after me.
I turned to face him but he was looking out into the seating area. A man in burgundy robes wand purplish skin stared right at us. He had a yellow stone stuck to his forehead, much like Vision in the Avenger movies. He stared at us and shouted. “Free yourselves! All is not what it seems!” ^prophet-1
I took Nox’s hand and he turned his gaze to me while the man continued to shout drivel at us. “Ignore him. Why did you choose my video?” I asked lamely.
His smile brightened and I didn’t want to stop staring, but I did I turned back and tugged him down the line and we were inside the building before he could respond.
“I loved the song. It was great. I really liked the guitar solo and once I found out you lived here… lived in The City I was like yeah. I bet I’ve been on the same train staring out the same windows wishing for more.” He smiled softly. “And now we’re here.”
“Wherever the fuck here is!” I said.
“New Everlight.” Nox laughed. “Home of the nearly dead.”
We inched closer to the front wall while Nox spoke and I began to wonder what was really going on. The line moved quickly. Those who stood in front of the machines ordered and quickly were on their way with trays of piping hot food — it was only moments.
“Uh.” I said and Nox turned his attention to where I was staring. “We are in Star Trek or something.”
Nox looked on and nodded. “Cool! I preferred Star Wars.” He said with a shit eating grin on his face. He was trying to provoke a flame war. Everyone knew Star Wars was better — but they didn’t have replicators. They cooked the old fashioned way. I think — you really didn’t see people eating much — drinking, that was their thing.
It was nearing our turn and we watched to see how it all worked and when it was our turn Nox stepped up to the machine and pressed his hand to the panel and it scanned it. It knew exactly who he was and then there was a blip on the screen as his order materialized.
To our left a plant combusted into flames and there were shouts and screams but before it could cause further harm the fire suppression system from above rained down a white foam and the flames were smothered instantly.
Nox grabbed his tray and hurried off to a table. A gaunt man stalked after him and I wanted to rescue him from whatever was going to happen but my stomach rumbled and I turned to the machines. I placed my hand on the scanner and thought about what I wanted.
Pancakes smothered in strawberry ice-cream, a large side of bacon and a few scrambled eggs and large pot of coffee with cream and sugar. And viola it materialized piping hot, the ice-cream slightly melty as it slide to the side of the pancake. It smelled divine.
It was quick, but I wasn’t sure where Nox made off to. Shit!
The Mind of Nox 