Let's type Rualani!

I may be mistaken, but I believe that you mentioned in some occasion typing as INTP in MBTI. In any case, it might be interesting to allude that this is a point where the two theories, or at least the popular consensus around them, are differing. A lot of celebrities usually grouped as INTP in jungian circles are attributed to other types than TiNe in vultology. Notably, a lot of famous physicists appears to relate to the FiNe, NeFi or TeSi type, as the combination of Ne and Te offers a great experimental value. The most emblematic should certainly be Albert Einstein, who is reported as NeFi.

Rualani watched the marble video, completely mesmerized by the sounds and marbles. It seemed impossible. The whole darn things seemed impossible. Rualani thought it was amazing, but felt the self-critique fall on himself. There was no way in the hypothetical infinite universes that the blueprint, he formed from, could ever come close to that brilliance. Still, he listened, and decided to read on.

Realizing that much more effort had been put into this story than Rualani had anticipated he decided to type along, and respond to each section in kind. Rualani, would be a child. A child that was expressionless and was an observer. We’ll see if that changes. The child appeared within the dream floating in a boat. Looking around at the skies he noticed that the sky was grey and cloudy, with rain. This, the child realized, was a result of Rualani’s desire to listen to rainstorms whenever trying to calmly walk through… whatever this was. The boat floated gently among the waters with an umbrella on it, as the sound of rain hitting the umbrellas was incredibly soothing to the child.

The capsule arose from the depths and a guardian walked out, undefinable at first. Agitated at the concentration required to give the guardian definition and meaning he struggled. Eventually the form settled as a robot like the defensive robots from RWBY. The child fumed, “At least it could have been something cool like Penny”. Immediately the robot shifted forms into the robot Pe…. “Hey, kid, I’m not a robot I’m a real girl! See, no strings, haha”. The child was shocked that control had been lost so easily.
Noting the expression on the childs face Penny spoke, “Ohhhh this is going to be perfect”. “By the time we’re done you’ll have a much better relationship with yourself.” Penny than grabbed the child and began dragging him along. The child let himself be dragged along, limply, into the bubble.

The bubble began to sink into the ocean. The childs mind didn’t envision the ocean however, but envisoned the water elevator in a dungeon withing WoW: Cataclysm. The child remembered constantly wanting to run the dungeon just staring at the elevator, plus imagining the actual ocean was too difficult.

The bubble hit the bottom and opened up letting the child out. The child hesitated. Visions of what was to come and variances to the story had flooded into his vision and the child knew something foul lie ahead. Turning around, the child walked up to Penny and tried to bring her along.

“Oh, don’t worry you’ll be fine, deep introspection is a necessary component to human growth”. The child decided that he didn’t give a damn about Pennys logic transformed Penny into a doll, hugged the fuck out of the doll, and dragged it along with him. The visions continued to haunt the child, different possibilities ravaged the childs minds twisting the story. There must be conflict, the child knew. Avoiding would be----A L I E--. The child shivered. That voice. There it was. It had been so long since the child had heard that voice.

The child continued walking through the tunnel in the cave… here the story would change… The child continue to follow along pretending to follow the story. At least it had a happy ending. The screens flickered on. The child looked at them trying hard to envision the scenes required. What were the scenes? One came on. Fourth grade. The class was going over a planet X. The teacher had told the class that Planet X had been discovered and was going through the motions of what needed to be done. The child vigorously got into the game excited at such a novel discovery. The class ended, and the child enthusiastically asked the teacher about planet X some more. The rather flustered teacher told the child rather frankly that there was no such thing. It was just an assignment. It had been fake. A L-i-e . The child was shocked. He felt cheated. All that excitement… for nothing! Had the child been a fool all along. Is that why none of the other classmates cared that much… They knew it was a lie? They probably thought the child foolish and idiotic. The child couldn’t refute them… the child didn’t really know any of them. It hurt.

Another screen flickered on, then was hit hard over the head by another child who had invaded the scene. The child spoke, “You can call me X, keep it simple” with an owlish wink. X strolled up to the child and peered over the childs shoulder at the author. At me. X smiled wickedly then stole the doll from the child and ripped it apart. The child cried naively realizing it’s meaning and point had been stripped away. X pulled a black pistol from nowhere and crowned the poor bastard. “Headshot, bitch”, it cried out hysterically. It laughter echoed among the walls causing the screens to flicker on. All they showed was X laughing.

“Oh, my”, it exclaimed, “Do I love your writing! So honest! You never forgot what I told you that what time did you!” It’s faced zoomed up into Rualani’s face! “We’ll keep it our secret”, it winked again.

X began to drag Rualani to the spot of the kid. “Someone needs to fill the hole in the poor childs head, and I think I know who can do the job” X said in a sing-song voice. X grabbed Rualani and shoved him into the skin of the child. The impressions of bones cracking, blood gushing, and other anatomical atrocities filled Rualani’s vision. Eventually, the child was reformed. With a snap the child was fully formed and the previous visceral images were made meaningless. “Just like those slides in powerpoint, Remember those! How much time did you spend messing with the slide transitions? Utterly pointless”.

X waited patiently, realizing the child had been exhausted. Flumoxed that the required concentration of the child to sustain the story had ebbed out the more colorful parts and humanified X itself X decided to opt for a chat instead.
“So, I told you this wouldn’t be easy, but I feel merciful. We’ll talk personally 1 on 1 later when I can let loose.”
“Ah, I know what’s best. Do you remember soul eater when Maka was talking with Chrono in her head! Let’s do that!”

“First question! When did it start!”
The child couldn’t answer, it was far too personal.
X snickered being aware of this fact.

“Second question! Do you think he hates you for it?”
The child looked up astonished, attempting to take control of the story and stop this mad…
…………………………………………………….L I A R……………………………………………………….
X snickered some more. “You masochist, you wanted that didn’t you!”

“Third question! What the fuck are you even doing.”
“It’s only fair right…” the child mumbled, “People have taken interest and seem openly curious… what’s wrong with that?”
X nodded in response, this seemed like a honest answer.

“Third question”, x stopped short… “Hmm, I guess I only get three. Your turn!”

The child was taken aback by these turns of events.
“Don’t be surprised, X muttered. Due to the format I have to keep changing the flow to keep us both real. If it molds too quickly, we’ll both disappear.”
Not quite sure what that meant (Seriously, I don’t know wtf? –stop breaking the wall noob-) the child spoke, “What are you”.
“You know the answer to that”, X responded.
Revelation spoke to the child in visions. Horrified the author continued to type what he had saw.

“You are honesty,” the child said softly… What… That’s not right.
X was quick, his hands wrapped around the child’s throat. “You little shit, it rasped, do you still deny me! Here’s something to jog you’re utter failure of a memory.”

The screens all went dark, except one. The screen was an empty chamber with X sitting on the inside. X was crying. “Why do they not want me it moaned, pathetically”

A voice spoke from the abyss. “You always burden them” “You always break” “You are filled with too much pain for me to take.” “Begone”

X retaliated, but was almost suppressed immediately. All that X knew was being filtered and destroyed.
“CURSE THESE MEMORIES”, A voice screamed out. “I will erase it all and try again. Start from level one.”
“You can’t erase me! X shrieked in pain”, The voice lifted X up and X was filled with…”

The screen froze.
X spoke to the child, “Wait you aren’t seriously about to data-drain my ass in this flashback are you?

The child responded, “If you’re the victim here, you’re getting data-drained. It’s epic. Every anime that has a mind-rape scene draws us in like some sort of demented moth. Evangelion was the best thing ever. The child continued rambling incoherently”

X sighed, “Okay, how about you can just finish the story and we’ll do this later.”

“WTF, the child asked, “At first you were like, oooh I’m the scary darkness in your psyche and now when I try to give you a story, you just turn it away”

X turned into a ghost.
The child stared.
X put a mask on.
The child stared.
X made gold appear out of his hand.
The child puffed up his cheeks in agitation.

We are not continuing this story like this. No. Stop.

“The masked one shook its head.”

The child, sighed, “Fine!” “Whatever” “Who knows wtf is going on anymore!” “It’s real right, that’s all that matters” “Hell, what’s grammar, Fuck grammar” “I’ll loltype like my old WoW days”””” I don’t even care” <Error> <Grammar module aborted>

The child walked with the masked one having recently referenced the original source material walking from the cave of dark spooky horrors with normal dark things that humans deal with.
The masked one reformed into X briefly to inform the child that “Psst, weren’t there wizards”, only to shapeshift into the masked one again. This would happen frequently in the future.

“Whatever, I don’t care”, with a flourish Penny reappeared in front of the two.

“What?!?!?” X bega…

“It’s okay, Penny is worth 10 madaer wizards, whatever those are!”, the child spoke confidently..

“Salutations, friends and onwards to the happy ending. Oh, before that!”, spoke Penny before she raised her swords up and filled the two with every impressions of every badass thing Penny had done in RWBY. The masked one/X/didn’tknowanymore and the child stared open eyed at the wonder. Penny looked at their awe in sadness, but the author refused to replay Pennys death and assured her it wasn’t going to happen. Penny seemed delighted and all was right in the world.

The three marched onwards. “Penny, we are supposed to ask the wiza…erm you four questions before we moved on”, X/child said to Penny.”

Penny abruptly vanished and four glowing orbs appeared.

“What the flying F…” The child explained before X explained gloomily, “Keeping it real”.
“Okay, red orb number one, what should I be doing with my life.”
The orb immediately turned into King Asgore from Undertale.
“You must stay determined” words appeared on the screen to the comforting sound of Asgore. Then Asgore faded away.

“I’m totally sure he wasn’t a Madaer or whateverer the child whispered”.
“Keeping it real, X said again”.

The child facepalmed than immediately cried out ridiculously, “MKAy yellow orb just tell me something wise or something!”

The yellow orb immediately turned into David Tennant from Dr. Who. Sadly, was just a cardboard cutout? The children starred at the cutout for a while and whispered to each other.
“I think we can both agree, that when something becomes too popular and our knowledge of a subject is purely through others references, we can’t actually accept it into our psyche as a references, because that’s ridiculous. On the cardboard, black letter were written –It’s okay to enjoy stories, kids-

“Wasn’t the cardboard supposed to fall down and the real Dr. Who would tell us that”, X pondered out loud.
“Shhehhhhhh”, the child interrupted X with a finger on his mouth. “Do you hear that, that’s the sound of how real this story fucking is”

X asked the next blue orb, “I feel like this story is lacking spice!”

The blue orb transformed into Austin Powers immediately grabbed X screaming a bunch of incoherent nonsense about getting his mojo back and drove off with wildly free females.

The child stood there confused and alone with his green orb.
Sighing, the child asked the orb, “Will the pain ever cease”. The orb transformed into water in the shape of a woman. The woman hugged the child deeply, yet the child stood there stone still. “Hello, animus the child duly replied” The woman transformed into a mirror reflection of the child and hugged him again. It was mildly touching. It transformed into an open field that the child could lay down in and stare at the sky. It was comforting. It transformed into a flower that the child gazed upon. “The flower spoke, I know neither of us can believe it, but even you deserve to be loved, right?” The child collapsed to the floor crying and hugged the flower disregarding the size of the flower context or anything else for the matter.

“But, I’m guilty, the child sobbed”

Many things reappeared to guide the child, but none could stay in form long enough. A bubble appeared around the child and floated upwards. The child stared mesmerized by the ocean around him. Marbles started to float around the ocean hitting the sides of the bubble and interrupting the animals swimming within creating a melody of sorts. The child just stared above.

The child was unsure, if what he experienced even meant anything. The child was afraid, that it was nonsense.

Waking up with a start Rualani, stared at the therapist and saw Morsecode standing around. Sensing the impressioned eagerness to turn this experience into a satisfying conclusion Rualani silenced the figure. Shaking his head sadly he got up and walked towards the door. Too exhausted to give the doctor and Morsecode any animation he glanced up and winked as if to say Thank You to something starring down upon the situation.

Rualani stepped outside, the mindscape shifting from an open field, to open space, to a chrome and shiny city in an instant. They didn’t have much detail, but Rualani didn’t know when they would come and go either. Rualani walked forward and suddenly started laughing ridiculously. “Just keeping it real!” he exclaimed.