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"QINGLIU" - 清流 Mina dipped her hand into the water, making chaste contact with the river koi, and suddenly let out a small gasp. She leaned back into the boat, perplexed. The fish were in a frenzy, dancing about in the clear water. Her brows furrowed, and she paddled on. As Mina neared her destination, a growing sense of dread began to encompass her. The fish hadn’t behaved like that since the last war. She kept paddling. The wood creaked beneath her knees as she took a deep breath. She hadn’t been ‘home’ in years. The scent of distinct lavender caressed her cheek softly as memories flooded back. But smells aside, everything seemed different. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f2bbae6ba5613312bb06ce2/1598323152893-ASHSIDPYUPVKZJ9NCGZI/qingliucompressed.png SLIPSTREAM - 1. "QINGLIU" - It was almost unbearable. A foreboding, palpable pressure lingered in the air. Mina could taste it. She gripped her oar, tightly. The tranquil, green vastness that was Qingliu, her home village, oddly did not seem serene this time around. Instead, it seemed frenetic. Looking forward, her eyes narrowed as the smoke came into view. https://www.soundslikesaka.com/slipstream/exile monthly 0.5 2020-09-05 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f2bbae6ba5613312bb06ce2/1598325301669-493NORG8ONJHTOH0VE8P/exile_concept.png SLIPSTREAM - 2. "EXILE" - 追放 Mina stumbled towards the shore, bleeding profusely from the head and the shoulder. A shrill ringing persisted, spiking from her left temple into her right ear. She coughed blearily as the pulsations continued, shooting sharp, resonant bolts of pain throughout the inside of her skull. How could this have happened? She thought to herself. Where were the guards? She had returned to desolation; to utter destruction. The palace was destroyed, ransacked. The smell of fresh blood was almost more nauseating than the sight. Nothing was left, not even the children. As Mina fell to her knees, another explosion racked the palace once more, sending the princess reeling. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f2bbae6ba5613312bb06ce2/1598326234047-HMGSX5SIOC9CI8PBFWR3/exilecompressed.png SLIPSTREAM - 2. "EXILE" - Mina shuddered as she suddenly came to. Covered in debris, bloodied and battered, Mina lunged upward as she woke, gasping for air. The grief was gone. Instead, it was replaced with an immutable anger. She trembled as she looked at the destruction all around her and let out a muffled, anguished scream. Nothing greeted her in return. There was nothing left. Gathering herself, she trudged on out of the palace, limping into the vast, sprawling red sand. Sobbing as she fell forward onto her knees, Mina solemnly vowed for vengeance. As the tears continued to stream down her face, into the hot sand, Mina’s fists clenched. She would find those responsible, and make them pay. https://www.soundslikesaka.com/slipstream/slipstream monthly 0.5 2020-09-06 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f2bbae6ba5613312bb06ce2/1598329070847-X5ILGYBZDYZEZG6YI238/slipstream_concept.jpg SLIPSTREAM - 3. "SLIPSTREAM" - スリップストリーム As Mina continued to cry, a warm violet light began to unfold around her. Starting at the knees, the luminescent tendrils began to leak into the sand beneath her. The sand seemingly yawned, and began to open up. The light began to turn a bright blue, as a low humming began, quietly at first - and then louder and louder. Mina stopped crying, looking around frantically when the humming began to reach a fever pitch. The sand began to vibrate, and Mina began to sink. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f2bbae6ba5613312bb06ce2/1598329397900-OCZVSPVKX52S8HOXPRKA/slipstreamcompressed.png SLIPSTREAM - 3. "SLIPSTREAM" - The undulating light beneath her got brighter as the sand let out another deep groan. The grains of sand began to hover, and the humming seemed to reach a climax. A perturbed and confused Mina let out a panicked yelp as the ground beneath her suddenly vanished. But she didn’t fall. Instead, she found herself floating. The humming stopped, but the light kept growing… kept getting brighter. There was another short rumble, and then an all-encompassing silence, accompanied with surging blue light. Her eyes widened. And then she was falling. https://www.soundslikesaka.com/slipstream/argent monthly 0.5 2020-09-05 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f2bbae6ba5613312bb06ce2/1598996642326-LETBKCLDQ05XM33HDO4A/argent_concept.jpg SLIPSTREAM - 4. "ARGENT" - 銀色 As Mina fell, time and reality itself seemed to tear itself apart. The slipstream tossed her about like a ragdoll in every fathomable direction. Left, right, up, down, up again. It was a cosmic washing machine, and Mina was the bic lighter along for the ride. After an indiscernible amount of time (was it five minutes or five lifetimes?), her descent began to slow, and she was floating. In a drunken confused-shock cocktail of a stupor, Mina threw up, and watched blearily as the technicolor discharge floated up, away, and then seemed to disintegrate above her. After a two second respite, which was certainly not enough time for our protagonist to process what was happening, the humming began, again. As the pitch of it continued to rise, Mina began to panic, looking about desperately for a way out. No matter how much she spasmed or contorted herself, she wasn’t moving anywhere. There was nothing for her to grab onto. Just tiny, weightless, spinning particles of blue and purple light that floated about in dandelion fashion. As the blue light continued to swirl lazily all about her, the humming began to rise in pitch once more. Mina took a half of a breath before it all erupted again, catapulting her downward into what she anticipated was her impending oblivion. Unbeknownst to Mina, what awaited her was far more sinister. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f2bbae6ba5613312bb06ce2/1598996803259-W3WNVD6C8ATYC4UFDX3W/4.+Argent.jpg SLIPSTREAM - 4. "ARGENT" - With a boom, the quivering blue light gave. Mina spun, tumbling head over heels, freefalling inside of a streak of white light through the neon-lit night sky. Grey, oblong buildings came into view as Mina’s fall slowed with another loud, resounding boom. Mina was floating again, white prisms of light spiraling and humming about around her body. The resonant humming began to fade away, lower in pitch and volume. The prisms splintered off into nothing, the humming stopped, and Mina flopped onto a rooftop unceremoniously. Coughing and groaning, Mina picked herself up. Astonishingly enough, she was completely intact. Instead, her wounds had disappeared, and her clothes were spotless, seemingly absolved of any previous wear and tear. Looking around her, Mina tried to discern her whereabouts, trying to unpack what could have possibly just happened. Where was she? What was this strange place? As she took in her surroundings, desperately searching for some sort of landmark, a masked apparition of a man clad in a hazmat suit appeared in a plume of black smoke. Her instincts kicked into high gear. With a loud clang, Mina drew her katana from her back, swiftly batted her assailant’s weapon to the side, and leapt backwards. Her eyes narrowed, and Mina gripped her sword tightly before posing her question. ”Who are you, and what do you want?” The man smiled underneath his mask. ”I’m going to save the world.” https://www.soundslikesaka.com/slipstream/esper monthly 0.5 2020-09-05 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f2bbae6ba5613312bb06ce2/1599112744053-ENZ2NTH68JWLF7XR6XS1/esper_concept.jpeg SLIPSTREAM - 5. "ESPER" - 超能力者 An unconscious Mina lay inert, suspended in a tank of unknown liquid. A skinny, gaunt man in a sterile-white lab coat nodded, pursing his lips as he circled the tank like a shark, examining the subject’s face. “Finally,” he breathed, as his bird-like fingers caressed the glass gently. “After all these years, it’s mine.” The man’s lips curled into an ugly grin. For the better half of a generation, Haram had been desperately searching for what other researchers in the energy sector had referred to as the ‘Esper’ factor. Fifty years ago, in 2194, a phenomena in which the planes of our universe and an alternate one (where Mina was from) briefly intersected for about fifteen seconds. Nothing disastrous occurred. In fact, it almost didn’t even make the news. Then there were a series of videos of a huge chasm of blue and lavender light opening up and shooting a small dog out of it in St. George’s Parish, Bermuda. The dog died upon impact. There was actual footage of what scientists confirmed was an actual Einstein-Rosen bridge appearing on Earth, multiple witnesses, and an actual alien dog from an alternate timeline. Upon further postmortem examination, scientists found that the dog breed was unidentifiable (solidifying theories of an alternate universe), and that the radioactive wavelengths from the portal permanently had caused its cells to evolve dramatically, turning them into what could’ve been an infinite energy source. Unfortunately, when the organism died, so did this capability. The circuit was closed. Humanity, for a brief summer, became absolutely obsessed with general relativity and how these wormholes were the secret to an infinite energy source. After all, it could be the actual final solution to the energy crisis on the home planet. Not everyone had the privilege to just escape to Mars or the Moon. Some people actually had to live in the trash heap that Earth had become. Exactly five years later, in July 2199, a portal appeared again. This time, in San Juan, Puerto Rico. No dog or creature shooting out of the sky this time around, just the wormhole and a couple rocks. It just showed up for a few seconds, then disappeared. Think tanks and scientists across the interplanetary network were all stunned by the repeat occurrence. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f2bbae6ba5613312bb06ce2/1599113046124-RU1FPBLNHO2IB9DTAVIP/espercompressed.png SLIPSTREAM - 5. "ESPER" - Haram, the young, handsome CEO of an Earth-based biotech company at the time, became completely transfixed, but for reasons unlike any other. In his teens, Haram had secretly designed an unfathomable weapon, a ray gun powerful enough to completely eradicate a planet. Powerful enough him to utterly destroy the elite, who lived on Mars and on the Moon. Fortunately and unfortunately, the device couldn’t be powered; he had engineered a product that would never work with sources that humanity had access to. When Haram learned of the ‘Esper’ phenomenon, he realized the future of his childhood vision. An energy source that would power the instrument for a violent vengeance for how these people had left the rest of mankind behind. He completely changed the direction of his company, deciding to commit the rest of his time and money for this cause. Employees quit. Investors dropped out. But Haram was convinced would happen again in the next five years, and that he knew it would happen again in Miami. ‘The universe is thinner here at the apices of the triangle’, he posited. Employees quit. The general public ignored him, called him an idiot. The portal didn’t happen again at all, and never happened again. - Until July 22nd, 2254. Haram smiled again as he basked in the thought of his certain victory. It was a shame too that the energy source had to be a human. But for revolution, he was willing to pay any price. He kept grinning at the thought of destroying the corpulent elite. Of killing the oppressors. His expression then turned into a grimace when Mina’s eyes fluttered open in the tank, glowing a brilliant white. He gaped. This was bad. ”Wait a second, how is the subject awake? We gave her enough sedative for a horse!” Haram turned and grabbed one of his hazmat suit-clad assistants by the sleeve. “Quickly, we need to sedate her again!” Haram barked as his men ran frantically about like worker ants. But it was too late. Mina’s eyes turned angry as she realized she had been captured. With a grunt, she rabbit punched the impact-proof glass viciously. It cracked. As the liquid began to leak out of the tank, Haram brought his fist up. ”Prepare to subdue,” He muttered. His hazmat men drew their weapons. Mina’s eyes narrowed, and she brought her right thigh all the way up to her chest. Blue light swirled around her body. Then, her heel came down in the form of a vicious axe kick. With a loud bang, it cut right through the ballistic glass. https://www.soundslikesaka.com/slipstream/terminus monthly 0.5 2020-09-05 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f2bbae6ba5613312bb06ce2/1599115019687-QOADWRPSVNMZPLVYRQBY/terminuscompressed.png SLIPSTREAM - 6. "TERMINUS" - 終わり。 “It is time to be old, To take in sail:— The god of bounds, Who sets to seas a shore, Came to me in his fatal rounds, And said: “No more! No farther shoot Thy broad ambitious branches, and thy root. Fancy departs: no more invent; Contract thy firmament To compass of a tent. There’s not enough for this and that, Make thy option which of two; Economize the failing river, Not the less revere the Giver, Leave the many and hold the few. Timely wise accept the terms, Soften the fall with wary foot; A little while Still plan and smile, And,—fault of novel germs,— Mature the unfallen fruit.” https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5f2bbae6ba5613312bb06ce2/1599114989563-8XPK3IAOCQS3X0HVK47O/terminuscompressed.png SLIPSTREAM - 6. "TERMINUS" - “Curse, if thou wilt, thy sires, Bad husbands of their fires, Who, when they gave thee breath, Failed to bequeath The needful sinew stark as once, The Baresark marrow to thy bones, But left a legacy of ebbing veins, Inconstant heat and nerveless reins,— Amid the Muses, left thee deaf and dumb, Amid the gladiators, halt and numb. As the bird trims her to the gale, I trim myself to the storm of time, I man the rudder, reef the sail, Obey the voice at eve obeyed at prime: “Lowly faithful, banish fear, Right onward drive unharmed; The port, well worth the cruise, is near, And every wave is charmed.” - RWE //.