World Tree MUSH

The silvered sorceress sits, breathing in and out for a moment "I do ask you pardon my slop, I've not done this in this life." she offers, moving her hair over her shoulders as her fingers subtly shift to be longer and a bit thinner, with the shuttle she begins weaving a tale, trying to match her words with the tale. 
 "Two years ago my mate became lost. For two years, I've longed, fought, begged, and prayed for aid." she whispers, trying to portray this. The style is primative and a bit geometric as she works, "Recently fate sent me aid. This brave young woman was sent." she portrays the interactions with memory and the interaction with the Raksha. She breathes deeply now. 
     "My wish, perhaps our wish, is to find the Breaker of Infinity." she closes her eyes, imagining an Atlier for his talents and weaves it in, slowly forming herself and Rebecca in the loom next to Syd. "So that he may be led home." she offers. She looks expectant, waiting to see if she's correct.

    The old man's delicate silver stylus scritches across the vellum as the threads are woven in by Beatrix, though the intent of Rebecca's story is also threaded in through the story-magic that drives this place. There's flashes of ass-whooping, but there are also scenes of other places, situations. Other lives that could have been lived through the strange chaos of the Wyld and the storyteller that rules this realm.

    Becca's got the ass kicking down pat, but it's likely Beatrice that gets the party through this puzzle.
    So when the threads are woven and their fates are written on the loom--
    "HOLY SHIT DID I JUST WATCH MYSELF GET ZERO'D?!"
    Rebecca must have seen something jarring in the chaos of the Wyld.
    She's clutching her duffel bag of guns a little tighter now.

    The silver haired woman's eyes flash in terror as she watches a black haired version of her past self plunge a dagger into the golden haired robed man from before. The robed man for his part seems to be crushing her heart in his hand at the same time. After a moment she covers her eyes with her hands to protect herself. "What wicked games he played." she mumbles. 
     "Miss Rebecca, you mentioned my tatoo work, would you like a moonsilver one?" she asks, moving a hand to extend it gracefully. "What is zeroed?" she asks cautiously. "I just witnessed a bit of a recurring drea..night.. fantasy? I had thousands of years ago myself.."

    The passage through the gossamer threads that hold this realm together ends, depositing Beatrix and Rebecca into an empty throne room lit by blood red light. There's the distant thunder of a great hammer upon an equally magnificent anvil providing ambient noise as phantoms play out an awful scene. Doorways are aplenty, though there's no apparent direction to follow.
    The phantoms are playing out a betrayal; men and women clad in ornate but functional armor of various colors of jade are attempting to take down a man clad in red-gold armor fit for an emperor of all creation, a sunburst blazing on his forehead as he scythes them down like grass with a great two-handed blade.
    "Treacherous dogs! Whelps! Flee or die before your rightful master!" roars the man. He looks strangely... famililar but different.

    For the record, Rebecca looks like she's just seen a ghost. She's a lot paler, which says a lot about whatever she must have seen with aqua-tattoo'd skin.
    "Zero'd, offed, flatlined. Killed, yo." She explains before QUICKLY opting to change the subject. "Oh yeah, your tats are totally nova, never seen anything like 'em" As she takes that hand, "Oh man, that'd be preem, how do I get one?"
    Then the journey comes to an end and the two are placed in the throne room where a GRAND OVERTHROWING is occurring.
    "... Yo, you think that's Syd? Or is it like... A Wyld representation of what we wanna see meant to trick us into a false sense of security?"
    Either way she's readying an assault rifle.

Delicate bare feet touch the floor, her weight wobbling for a moment. The voice and the sunburst cause her eyes to widen " Similar visions then. I .. it happens a lot to the chosen warriors like me. I don't think I care for this story. Unsure, it may be a warped aspect of Syd." she whispers towards her companion. She takes a deep breath, pushing her left hand up into her hair, pushing it off of her face. She rolls her shoulders back, sliding a foot in an arch to test the floor under it. 
     She breathes in "I have no intent to flee." She says in a raised voice, careful not to yell herself, putting. She squints at the man as if trying to read the room better. Her left hand shifts a little, pressing her wedding band to the stone over her caste mark to try to feel the ring's heartbeat better. She's attempting to let Syd guide her to him. 
    "I do warn you, I'm quite capable of being a monster." She clears her throat a bit loudly and keeps an eye on the sunburst man. "If it is Syd, I hope I can touch his heart." she mumbles mostly to herself, a hint of worry on her features.

    The phantoms are just that: mirages. They bar Beatrix and Rebecca's passage no more than fog would, though they certainly have a psychological effect. The ring quietly guides them through chambers that get progressively warmer and more like the inner workings of a clock. Threads of different colors wind through the apparatii, being parsed into... something. There's other phantoms playing out alternate lives of Syd's past.
    A doctor infected by some horrific plague that glows with sickly necromantic light.
    A courageous engineer furiously attempting to fix an engine.
    A ghastly emaciated man wielding undead hordes like puppets on strings.
    A man possessed of wicked glory glowing with hellish green light leading strange alien creatures...
    Lastly there's an old man bent over a workbench, jeweler's loup firmly held in one hand as another wields fine tweezes, tinkering with ticking mechanisms on the workbench. Here is the source of the threads, a single steel one that glimmers like starlight, pulled through... Syd.
    He is working at an anvil with the magical hammer that once broke the Grass-Cutting Scythe of Prince Balor. A Starmetal thread is being drawn from him like he was a spool.
    The clockmaker mutters and curses. "No no no, that won't do. That's not..." and so on as he makes adjustments to the mechanisms.

    Phantoms. Mirages. Fakes and unreal images, Rebecca pushes past them all and watches the tableau of new visions warily until they find the source of it all and the clockmaker.
    "We're both able to be monsters, but I think this might require a more delicate touch." She notes to Beatrix. "And I ain't the delicate type." She says before calling out to the clockmaker.
    "Ayyoooo. Whatcha doin' there, choom?"

Beatrix fights the visions by focusing on Rebecca and the ring. She glances at the doctor for longer than is reasonable and lets out a sad, but gentle sigh before shaking her head. "Excuse me." she calls out, her hands infront of her now, primly. "I believe you should talk to me." She moves a hand up to her chest 
    "Are you stealing my mate's time itself?" she asks, eyes narrowing. Her form itself ripples, changing to reflect the different versions of her to match the versions of Syd slowly, subtly, like she is doing it to control her anger. "I beseech you to stop whatever work you are doing" She steps forward, walking carefully forward, "This one is under my direct protection." She coos, gesturing with her right hand to Rebecca. "As the breaker of infinity has been for most of our exaltations that overlapped." she states calmly. Without too much obvious movement she glances at Syd, seemingly making sure his body is stable as best she can. She seems to be trying to work out how to free him and not get into a fight.

    The clockmaker, without looking up from his work, snaps at Rebecca. "Working out how to make Exalted. Shush, don't distrub me." When Beatrix speaks, the clockmaker listens carefully. "Your 'mate' or whatever is performing reparations for breaking Ishiika. He's busy forging... whatever the master requires. Graces, weapons, baubles; whatever. The Breaker of Infinity must be punished for waking the <Shinma> of Time." Where Shinma is somehow translated as 'Principle' and 'Emanation'.
    The mechanisms whirr as the colors of the strands coming from the workbench shimmer and shift in color, reacting to the possibilities afforded by the presence of the Wyld.

    "Oh." The guy's trying t figure out how to make Exalts. That wouldn't be so much of a problem if he wasn't an untrustworthy fae.
    "The hell d'you need Exalted for, anyway?" She asks before casually raising her assault rifle.
    Setting the fire selector to single round she takes careful aim.
    A single shot rips out with a report like thunder as she shoots intending to blow that jeweler's loop out of the guy's hand.
    "Okay choom so here's the deal. We're leaving with Syd, yo. No questions asked and no fairy tricks."

    A deep inhalation of breath is taken, "I am an exalt you realize. Stop punishing Syd. There has been no negotiation." she hisses, her weight moving towards Syd. "Also I am his other half. Taking him from me is cruel." She breathes out "Syd, wake up. The children of Ot miss you. They cry and do not understand why you aren't available to tell them stories and gift them toys and your time. I've had to explain gently to them and it makes me feel inadequate sometimes. I miss you. You've kept me waiting two years. You've left me so lonely I could simply die. Also you promised we'd have a home and fill it with little ones, Syd." She murmurs. "All of your friends miss you, no one is as clever and gifted with machines as you." she praises softly. Her voice is delicate. 
    She seems to be mostly ignoring the clockmaker "Be careful Rebecca." she murmurs "He chose the breaker of infinity over She who Survived. Isn't that a foolish choice on their part?" she goads, slightly, testing how knowledgeable this particular creature is or perhaps trying to goad it into going after her instead of Syd. "I wonder what lies they fed him."

    The bullet knocks the jeweler's loup out of the clockmaker's fingers, sending it flying into the delicate thread tying Syd to the mechanisms. While it would appear to be a mundane thing striking a supernatural thing, appearances are very different here inside the unshaped being, where the importance to the story matters.
    A sharp twang and harsh dissonant note rings out as the thread and loup breaks, sending strange shards through the esoteric clockwork.
    The clockmaker pulls at the remains of his wispy hair. "Oh no..." he groans as he watches the thread shatter into weird motes of light and race through all the machinery, breaking it apart in a shower of cogs, springs, and mechanisms. The motes collide and change into the color of autumnal leaves as the delicately balanced machinery goes haywire.
    Syd wakes up seemingly from a trance as Beatrix reminds him of the life they'd made aboard Ot. "Oh..." He shakes it off. "How long has it been?" He ducks as a chest-sized gear goes careening by.

    Becca's shot is true and unerring, and the resultant snapping of the thread seems to be what was needed as Syd comes to. Rebecca blows the gunsmoke from the barrel of her rifle and looks smug.
    Because as the gears and cogs go flying she flashes a big smile as Syd and Beatrix get to be reunited.
    "Yo Syd. Been about two years, broski, but we came to get you."

Welcomingly offers Syd her heart. "Two years, dear." she murmurs, trying to get her arms around Syd, protectively "I should have given you a moonsilver mark to better protect you. I'm sorry." she offers, earnestly and somewhat shamelessly sniffing at Syd to make sure he's actually alright. "Do you need anything?" she asks, pausing to reach down her top into a pocket to pull out a piece of waxed paper wrapped candied fruit to offer up whilst pressing a small peck to his temple. 
     Abruptly she remembers that Rebecca did just shoot something "We should go." she mumbles, looking around now fully. "Can you walk Syd?" she asks chipperly, offering to help him "If we need to go fast, I can use sorcery to speed up our flight." she offers.