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Post by raz on Apr 16, 2016 7:48:48 GMT -8
The cracks in his vision are mending, he realizes. Light traveling the seams hides that they were ever there, and he takes a step forward with purpose. It's... Dark. Underwhelming, somehow, but there's something else... Familiarity. And something clicks, and he can't say if it was always that familiar darkness or whether it changed imperceptibly at some point, as if degrees of darkness are a recognizable factor.
Wheeling around he sees it. Bloody, battered, missing an arm and half covered in blood, a figure flies. Around him, everything is collapsing, blue tendrils forming a maze of thorns that impale, shatter and wipe away everything in their way. The planet whose atmosphere he's clearing. The somehow familiar structure on that planet, and plant life it serves as home to. The pools of blood and the bodies inhabiting them.
Around him, black flames raging. The planets he passes by as he soars through space, reality breaking down, or breaking them down. The screams he can only imagine, but chooses not to, or is incapable of. Nothing matters. The obstacles in the form of that blue tear in reality, he weaves around expertly. One catches his leg and his anger, his anesthetic, is the only thing keeping him lucid enough as he feels the sense of wrongness crawling up his leg. A burst of speed, and a burst of blood as he tears free of it, the flames surging and taking him a little more as he charges with a singular thought.
To make him pay.
His body loses consistency as he approaches the boundary of space, tear in reality hot on his heels. And he's right there, when suddenly its everywhere, suddenly his body, already intangible, becomes a cipher. His hand, arm actually, part of his face, the only parts free of that torment. And as the wrongness slowly crawls up what little of him is left something, snaps. His intangible, scattered nature gives way, and what's free of that hell is gone. Free.
What's left falls back into the depths.
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He turns around. There... There he is. Dressed in his Knight's garb, wounds from the clash with that monster healed, but unconscious. Carrying him gingerly, that girl from before in her darkish green outfit... The colors of Doom, he realizes.
The bandaged half of her face does little to detract from her aura, one of someone who knows exactly what they're doing. Or maybe, someone who has absolute faith in their actions. She's looking for something among the darkness they float in, wrinkling her nose cutely as she fails to turn anything up before giggling and floating another direction.
"Something is this way... But, it's usually easier than this to track them down. So why this time...?
...Wait... It's getting closer? It's getting-"
Something fast rushes in, crashing into the girl and earning a cry of shock and mild panic. Flailing about she looks every which way, grip on his wrist steady at least as she slowly comes down from her panic, adjusting her bandages as she becomes aware of her assailant. A small, pinkish wisp, circling her rapidly before slowing to a lazy float in front of her.
"...Ah, I see, I see! So there were two threads, getting all tangled up and tangling my sense of direction up. Following the other one shouldn't be too hard, but..."
She cups her hand underneath the wisp and 'oooooh's as it lowers into a closer float in her palm, giving off a faint warmth and earning a light giggle.
"What, exactly, are you...?"
Help me...
Her eyes widen as she moves it to and fro with a gently guiding hand, skull on her chest glowing as her eyes flash brilliant white for a moment. And she turns to him, mouth falling agape before curling into a faint smile. Gently, she guides the wisp to float over him and removes her hand, the ember sinking into his chest as she nods, and floats forward with him in tow.
"It's... You, but not at the same time. I think...? I can't say for sure. But the threads between you are strong... And I can see, yours is a thread tied up in many others. In the future it will touch many others, and bring a great many... Salvation? Ruin? I don't know the nature your fate will take, just that it's a key to conclusion. And a great purpose..."
The girl's smile softens as she seems something approaching, the second endpoint of the thread.
"I'm sorry. You were prepared to give it all up for a restart, but... I'm dragging you out to fulfill some destiny. But... You won't be alone. And even those people are with you... The people who's fates you're tied up in, never really go away. Remember that... And remember. You've got the potential to do great things, and maybe even find the answer that eluded you. Whatever you seek, to do or find, you can! I've got a really good feeling about you, and I think, we'll meet again sometime down the line. Until then, Knight of Mind, Robert... Hee~
Or, Raz, right? They're both cute but, the first one is nicer than you give yourself credit for. I guess it's the same as you, like that."
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Darkness again. At his back, a door tinged in blue. And his front, a door tinged red. Standing in front of that door, a girl with a confident hand at her hip, smiling serenely.
"Took you long enough, dad."
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Post by AS/IP/BS on Apr 18, 2016 7:48:55 GMT -8
"Entangle"
With the word being spoken, a bunch of large vines came up from the ground and ensnared the strange blue turtle-like creature. The young adult female looked at it curiously as she passed, temporarily dressed in a pair of soft leather shorts, tunic, and sash- covered with a green cloak. She tossed aside the hat made with deer antlers.
What a strange outfit.
Well, much more than that was strange, she thought as she walked towards the glowing orb of light. Looking into it, there appeared to be images flashing on it...through it? It's not a solid object after all.
After seeing a few of the images, she went to grab it, which actually dispelled it. A sense of familiarity rushed through her as knowledge and images cemented themselves into her mind. She sighed with some pleasantness as she looked at her walking stick- the one she'd had since she woke up. It suddenly occurred to her that it wasn't a walking stick- but a weapon.
Slowly cycling through her new memories, she manipulated and moved with the staff. She knew this weapon, could fight with this weapon, and created it specifically to...what?
She frowned. She didn't know. It was supposed to be something cool...some sort of advantage.
A frustrated sigh escaped her as she peeled off the clothes and went back to her normal outfit- one consisting of a black shirt with someone's face on it, and a pair of matching red pants and jacket. She'd just have to continue on, like that girl had said.
With that, she sought the next set of stairs and started climbing.
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Post by raz on Apr 20, 2016 8:42:08 GMT -8
Before her, a tower reaching the heavens, those heavens an ethereal mirror to the landscape around. One half, a sprawling planet filled with wildlife and vegetation, the other a sprawling city. And at the point they meet, chaos she can only barely perceive from down here, a battle, a performance, lights and effects and distant shouts.
"Hee~. Are you lost, or just in awe?"
A girl's voice, gentle, snaps her head from its upward gaze down to the figure responsible standing before her framed by the tower's entryway. Dressed in darkish green god tier robe of an elegant sort, with one half of her face covered by bandages and black hair a neat neck-length, she offers a warm smile to the girl.
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Post by AS/IP/BS on Apr 20, 2016 8:47:16 GMT -8
She observes the girl more as questions spring up one by one in her mind. Who was she? Did she know the girl? Could she help her or was she lost too? At the same time, she was asking herself the question and tried to formulate an answer. Quietly she looked back at the tower, letting herself bask in the feelings the sight brought.
With a sigh, she answered the question with another question. She just could not help it, she was so full of nothing that she had no answers...only questions.
"Can..Can I be both?"
She fiddles with her thumbs awkwardly first, and then moved onto the corner of her shirt before speaking up again, but quieter. "I think I'm both."
Ahead of her and around her, the scenery changed and faded through many hues of bright, intense, blue with some faint images cast in the background that she couldn't make out. It still kept her in wonder, during the time that she knew herself to not have any memories, she'd not seen anything quite so beautiful or mysterious...though she considered the green outside to be close.
She momentarily pulled herself out of her thoughts as she focused on reaching up and pulling herself onto the next section of floating stairs that, for some reason, were disconnected from the set she was on before. Once she finished her task, she paused and sighed. This journey she was set on does take a good bit of energy from her. Looking up, she wondered how much further she had to go. But then a wash of determination came over her and she knew that it didn't matter how much further it was, each memory was useful and essential to knowing who she was and what she was doing before.
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Post by raz on Apr 21, 2016 8:32:07 GMT -8
The girl cheerfully claps her hands together with a bright smile and nod. "Of course you can! You can be anything you want, being true to yourself is the most important thing isn't it? Especially for you..." The mysterious girl swirls a finger around, a blue thread making itself apparent around the finger, then around Samm. Not a cage, or binding strings, but a lining that follows her every movement. Like a part of her she had only just been made aware of.
"For you.... I get this feeling, maybe I'm wrong but. The impression I get is that you really want to be there. Up there, where that fight, or whatever it is, is happening, or maybe just in this tower here. For a bunch of smaller reasons but, mostly, because they're here, and that interests you, right? Feel free to let me know if I'm off-base, I have been known to be wrong mind you! And perhaps a little presumptuous..."
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Post by AS/IP/BS on Apr 21, 2016 8:50:33 GMT -8
Having the thread revealed to her, she slowly shifted, watching it move as she did. It captivated her for a bit, with its oddness and its sense of familiarity...the first bit that she ever thought she felt. It was sort of startling. After her moment, her eyes darted back to the girl who became more mysterious with each word that she spoke. Confusion grew as thoughts and questions started to rage rampant about everything that was going on...but she would wait for her to finish speaking.
"I am sorry...I probably should know what you're talking about.." she admitted quietly as she half-ashamedly and timidly drifted her sights off to the side and down to the ground. "I don't know why I'm here...or who you're talking about..."
Gently, her sight drifted back to the lining around her that she again began to maneuver through her own movements, though this time is was a bit more awkwardly as she waited for the situation to continue to develop. Hopefully, she didn't hurt the mysterious girl's feelings by not knowing who she was or who she was talking about.
Light up ahead catches her attention, it looks like another one of those orb thingies. She slowed as she approached it, but then stopped suddenly. Her eyes cast about for what she was hearing- footsteps that were slightly out of sync with her own. But there was no one ahead or behind her. She hesitated, listening harder. Did she imagine it?
...
She waited longer, not hearing anything anymore, and so dismissed it. It could have been her imagination or it could have been some sort of fake sound meant to keep her from her goals. She wasn't sure how this tower place worked, anyways. So she takes the last few steps until grabbing the light, having it disipate yet again.
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Post by raz on Apr 24, 2016 15:25:53 GMT -8
The girl folds her hands and lowers her head in a bow, lifting it to meet her gaze with a sympathetic smile. "Sorry... That was probably too much, I didn't mean to lose you further. Certainly that has the be the last thing you need, especially right now..."
The girl takes a deep breath and holds it, eyes falling shut as she holds her cupped hands low. When she opens them her eyes convey a seriousness missing before now, almost elegance. Her posture relaxes and she settles into ease, the bluish thread following Samm's movements joined by a purple one that mirrors it.
"You don't need to worry, you haven't disappointed me in any way. This is the first we've met actually, so, let's start over. My name is Lynn, and I'm what you might call an enabler of destiny. Seeing things through to their ultimate fate is a hobby of mine. Maybe even a specialty! And you... do you know where you are, or who you are?"
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Post by AS/IP/BS on Apr 25, 2016 7:39:54 GMT -8
Her eyes rise to the girl again as her tone changed, giving an apology. What was too much? She wasn't too sure. And what was this about her knowing what she needed? A little bit of hope sprung inside the breath player. Could this person help her?
She had hardly noticed the extra line, her eyes focused on Lynn before her. The change in personality was startling...jarring even, and for a moment she became weary. Soon, though, it faded as Lynn relaxed her own stance and kept talking.
At the last question she nearly jumped at answering, "No...I don't. Do you know who I am...or where I can find out...or ...or...what these line things are?"
I know I need something...please tell me she can help.
Memories and images flashed in her mind, and she smiled slightly...before frowning. She had friends...people that she cared about. But she also remembered that she had gotten angry at something, and was yelling about people being logical.
What did she get mad at, and what happened? Did she lose those friends? ...she hoped not as she walked forward and continued on the path. If friends were supposed to be people that you got along with, did that mean she was a bad friend? Is that why she was alone? Many questions like this drifted through her mind as she almost absently looked at the blue around her as she climbed the stairs, continuing her journey. "...Micha..."
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Post by raz on Apr 26, 2016 8:54:53 GMT -8
"I'm sorry... I can't say I've met you, and I daresay I can't give you answers about who you are." The girl smiles sympathetically before pressing a hand to Samm's chest, more phantasmal threads of many colors wisping into appearance. Many dull colors, the threads faded in a way that strikes her as uncharacteristic, but colors all the same.
"But. I can tell by these threads of fate, that they're strong indeed... Threads tying you to others through the experiences you've shared, and the experiences you've yet to. People important to your are close by, and I think..." The girl takes a step back, looking from Samm, to the tower, then to the chaos above. Many of the threads emerging from Samm reach up to that conflict, whatever it is, but one weaves into the tower.
"No, I can say with certainty. Those threads, and this tower, can illuminate your mystery. Those memories and you still exist in the bonds you hold... And... Oh, what's this?" Quirking her nose she takes the thread leading into the tower in her pinky, swirling it around a few times. Faint, but red entwined with green.
The girl breaks out in a wide smile, laughing as she draws a gentle finger along the thread.
"His thread, too... This tower really does have a way of helping one sort through their problems. As I said I can't help you, but, you have all the tools you need to help yourself. Climb that tower, and you'll find not only yourself but, someone I think is particularly important to you."
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Post by raz on Apr 26, 2016 10:24:04 GMT -8
Color drains from his face at her words, jaw falling open as he takes a step back. Her words play over and over in his head, his swimming head, as its only by some miracle that he doesn't stumble back on his ass.
"W-w-w-w-w-w-wha..... D-d-d-d-d-d-DAD!? T-That's not... I-I mean we... That can't.... I... oh, my god......"
He's only faintly aware of his surroundings amid his breakdown but that's enough to bring his attention to the girl. More than that, the raucous laughter rocking her body as she literally rolls on the ground, tears in her eyes as she has a breakdown of her own. Slowly his own composure returns, mouth closing into a thinly drawn line as he watches her and expression turning from panic to disinterest tinged with irritation.
A few seconds pass like that. Her laughter continues, and a vein pops in his forehead.
"...You're messing with me. Yeah, that. Makes sense, you couldn't actually..." Trailing off he looks upward, then to the door. And finally, back to her, blowing air out his mouth with exasperation.
"...Are you done?"
"Bahahahahahahahahahaha, oh, man, hahahaha, I'm, gehehehaehhehehehehehe, I'm...! I'm dying Squirtle~ air..."
Slowly, shakily, she rises to her feet, wiping the tears doting her eyes with one hand as the other cradles her gut. And Raz, caught between irritation and dumbfoundment, is forced to acknowledge he has no idea how to handle this. So he does what comes naturally, taking a step forward.
"...Are you done."
"Hehehehehe.... As done as can be. That was a priceless reaction yaknow, I couldn't help myself!"
"So obviously... You're not actually..." The girl flashes him a bright smile, taking a step closer.
"Well... You keep asking that question like you know the answer, but there's a niggling doubt isn't there? Because it's not exactly the truth but it's not exactly a lie either."
As he takes another step closer his eyes widen a little. Something else he'd lost suddenly makes itself known to him, the darkness they stand in becoming a mirror to an image above. The past... Him, legs hanging over a rooftop, on one of countless familiar buildings. The city surrounding a tower of memories.
"You were the one who made me, dad."
The word's like a barb, piercing any defense he could hope to muster. Mid-step he stops, taking a step back. Above, he looks to his hands. One holds a chat device, a phone of some sort. When his hand closes tight around it, it becomes scrap split down the middle. And the boy rises to his feet to stand at the edge, letting the useless remnants of metal fall to the street far below.
"I... I know you. More than that I... But, how did I...?"
"It's tiring, being the downer. The object of dislike. The realist. Or maybe just the jerk. It's tiring being you, you thought..."
"...So I wanted to be..."
The boy takes a step off the edge, plummeting toward the ground far down. The symbol of Mind flashes on his back, something else laid over it for just a moment. Silver dust swirls around him, shrouding him from view as he closes his eyes, drifting away.
"Someone else."
The silverish cocoon shatters, the person within flipping a full four rotations before landing softly, far better than the fall should have permitted. Drawing herself to full height from the crouch she adjusts her white robe, drawing a deep breath through her nose before. Smiling. And the projection fades, and his attention falls back to that same girl, dressed differently but standing before him all the same, three steps closer now.
"...Why hadn't I remembered that until just now? What are you here for, anyway, I didn't..." The girl winks, leaning in with yellow eyes and a sly smile.
"Maybe you don't realize it yet. But I'm not a projection of this tower. Mostly! You probably didn't even realize it but the fragment that you've been carrying around all this time was what gave you the power to create me. It, and the mysterious properties of Dreambubbles, mingled with your own powers in a curious way to birth me. But that's not even the craziest part~"
"..."
Eliza giggles. "You stopped tapping into me but you can't keep a good one down. And when you lost your way you opened a way out for that fragment... It was wild. One moment I was an idea, the next, I'm standing, talking, breathing, living! It was a little disorienting, but even more exciting! And its all thanks to you."
She's standing in front of him now, he realizes. And smiling, and reaching forward, but this smile is different from the ones before. Not teasing, or excited, or jubilant... But content. And now her arms are around him. She's... hugging him.
"Thanks. For, all the little things, and for everything. Thank you for letting me live."
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Post by AS/IP/BS on Apr 26, 2016 12:50:54 GMT -8
At first, she could feel herself deflating. How was she supposed to find out who she was if the only person she can find doesn't know who she is either?
But then she was touched, and she nearly gasped, unused to the sensation of someone else's touch. All the colors seemed pretty to her, in the spectrum it was in as they went to the storm...but her eyes were naturally drawn to the single one that went to the tower. It seemed that the girl girl noticed it too.
His? Who is 'he'?
Whoever it was, it seemed that she knew, and then seemed to want her to go to the tower...as it apparently held her secrets. It didn't take too much thinking for her to figure out her choice.
She looked over to the large tower, and tried imagining what was inside...but knew that there was only one way she was going to find out. "Ok...I will go."
Samm sat down on a place with some soft green grass. She didn't know how everything kept changing, but it was a nice reprieve from all the climbing. She knew her break couldn't be long, but she used the time fairly wisely- going over what she had learned about herself. It was a lot to take in, honestly...but ahead of her was a large glowing orb. It was like the others, but the images were bigger, clearer, and the mass of light seemed to call to her. Maybe it would be her last one, and she could figure out what it meant to be a Sylph of Breath- a title she'd gained from an orb not too long ago.
She contemplated it just a little longer before sighing and hoisting herself up with her walking stick slash weapon of choice.
Slowly, she walked up to the orb. Peering inside of it, she noticed that there were images of people..but some of their faces were blurred out. It earned a slight growl of irritation. Blurred faces meant incomplete memories, she bet. Her journey wasn't over.
Feeling time slip away from her, she had to get back to her friends after all, she rushed the last step before it and walked directly into the orb.
And immediately fell to her knees.
Apparently, taking in a large amount of memories in a rush like that wasn't the best idea.
So many things rushed into her that she found herself giggling and sobbing at the same time. For a minute or two it had completely taken over, but when she came to her senses enough to get up and push on, she did.
There was a faint sign of some stairs ahead of her, but they too seemed blurred. Confused and nervous that it somehow meant she couldn't go on, she walked up to it and slowly reached out her hand. There was some resistance.
"Ok..an invisible wall."
She leaned on her stick slightly, causing it to sink into the grass and earth. After a minute she stood straighter and pulled it out of it's small indent, to poke at the invisi-wall. It seemed to ripple like water, and she could hear faint voices from the other side.
Well, that was interesting.
A bit more of a push, and it seemed like the tip of her staff went through. So, naturally, she decided to forcefully walk through herself.
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Post by raz on Apr 29, 2016 13:46:16 GMT -8
The girl smiles, nodding definitively as she waves a hand. The threads fade out of visibility but not existence; Samm would likely be able to still feel a semblance of them even now. The connections they imply won't fade that easily, it seems.
"It won't be a cakewalk. Being made to rediscover one's self rarely is, and this tower uses your own memories as an obstacle course to that end. But I believe you'll come out a stronger person for it! So don't lose heart, and keep your long-awaited reunion in your heart and in your mind as you progress. You can do it!"
The girl takes a step forward before pausing, propping a finger against her forehead before stiffing a laugh.
"And... Oh, how silly of me, I was going to ask your name, but I'm not sure if you even recall it... But. Even if you do, promise me that soon, after you've suceeded and when we meet again, you'll give it to me. Something to look forward to!"
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Post by raz on Apr 29, 2016 15:25:17 GMT -8
"You..."
He's acutely aware that he hasn't moved from this spot, rooted by some mixture of shock and coming to terms with the situation. A mask he made to retreat behind, was here in front of him and thanking him for being born. Thanking him for making that happen. Earnest gratitude for a selfish act like making someone to hide behind... Was that right?
"...Hey, Dad."
His attention snapped from his thoughts to the girl, giving him a sly smile as she lifts a hand to pat him on the head.
"You were totally overthinking things again, weren't you?" She giggles, moving her hand down to elegantly poke him in the nose. And he finds himself laughing too, incredulously but laughter all the same and laughter that brings an even wider smile to her face.
"...Was I really, though. I didn't really do anything besides... Besides, I guess."
He looks up to the darkness, darkness that crumbles away to soothing green. "Besides, try and run away from myself."
The girl shakes her head emphatically, holding two balled-up fists up with certainly in her eyes. "Nope."
"...Nope?"
"Nope!"
"...Yeah, I definitely made you. Only someone I played a part in could be so bad at talking to people."
The girl snickers, spinning to show the boy her back before spreading her arms to fall backward. It's almost reflex that he catches her, arms under hers as she blows an upside-down raspberry up at him.
"Dummy. But, the reason you made me was you wanted to be more honest with yourself, not less. You wanted to think things over less, you wanted to enjoy the moment and not sweat every decision and detail. You wanted to run with the first thing that came to mind... You wanted to have fun!"
Staring blankly down at her he mulls it over. The memory had faded with her independent existence but... It was all coming back. And that didn't feel wrong.
"You wanted a mask so you could be yourself. It's a funny kind of logic but, you're a funny kind of guy and it made sense. So 'cause of that, when I became my own person, life was a joy, instead of a mystery! I really appreciate it."
The girl pulls herself to a standing position with no shortage of arm flailing and spinning, turning around to cross her arms loosely and fix a peaceful smile on him.
"I didn't get a lot of time but, I managed to make ever second of it count, so I don't have any regrets. Now its your turn to be true to yourself." Stepping forward she gently headbutts him, the boy not moving an inch but cracking a faint smile.
"You damn weirdo... You're a real basket case, y'know. What are you going on about, now?"
"There's something out there you need me to beat. I don't want any of those nerds to die, same as you, but that means my time running around has to come to an end. Pity, but, like I said, I didn't really want to do anything besides what I want, and I accomplished that. So... chin up!"
Shimmering sparkles begin to rise off the girl as a green aura engulfs her, then him in turn, her body becoming transparent and prompting his eyes wide.
"You're... giving up your independence, to give me a fighting chance? C'mon, I... How am i supposed to feel about that? I can do it by myself, I don't want you sacrificing for my sake..."
"Heh... Dummy. Like I said, I don't do anything I don't want to. And this is what I want... to help you, and to finish that other crazy monster off. You gave me a gift, I just wanna pay the favor back."
Memories run through him like a reel. A skeletal monster besieged by countless, a jubilant swing through the air, wind whipping her hair up and rushing thrill up her spine, teasing that boy in hopes of earning a response... Every small part of her experience, every moment of joy from the small to the large. Lifting his hand in... protest, longing, or whatever he's not sure, but he does it, and feels her insubstantial hands wrapping around it.
"... Something to pass on, huh."
"Yeah. So, let your hair down every so often, okay? Your metaphor hair, not your real hair, that stuff's great! You know what I mean, for sure!"
"...Thanks."
"Hey, don't be so sober about all this! Smile! You're the cavalry, heading off to turn the tide with a smile. Everything will be alright, and you know why?"
He opens his eyes, one alight with grayish flame. A flame, passed on.
Because you're...
"Because I'm here."
Raz takes a step forward, flanked by those same two doors. He's alone... but he's not alone, no. At his back, and at his front, they're...
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Post by metreu on Apr 29, 2016 16:02:09 GMT -8
The space around him begins to be given shape... a vast wasteland of a meteor with a wrecked RV sitting in a crater. Near it, an abandoned building with barred doors and windows. The deep and endless void high above him, almost taunting him with it's emptiness. Besides the crunching of the rocks and sand beneath his feet, there is no sound in this place.
Beside the RV, there is a broken suit of armor that has been ripped open and old blood stains are covering the cloth and steel.
The world seems to be frozen in time until a small ball of light begins to sail on over head, bringing a bit of light to the barren meteor.
As it moves overhead the sound of quiet sobbing floats to his ears. Maybe it was always there? He couldn't tell, but it was coming from somewhere near by.
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Post by raz on Apr 29, 2016 20:58:07 GMT -8
The change in scenery doesn't take him by surprise or slow his step in the slightest, Raz still heading forward one steady step at a time. The fact that forward is now toward his handiwork destruction and... he can't say for sure but, probably another facet of that, isn't a detail that drives him back. A few minutes ago, maybe. When he was still uncomfortable with the idea of facing himself head on. But now...
The light drawing him onward bobs overhead, and he follows both it and the sound of tears. That time, he really hadn't done his best, had he.
"...Thinking on it. I don't know if I regretted what I said or did... Or what I didn't say, and didn't do. Maybe both, maybe a little less... "
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