[You aren't where you just were a moment ago. You remember it very clearly: who you were talking to, or fighting with, or what book you were reading.
Now? It is bit like you blinked and never opened your eyes again. The world around you is dark and devoid of boundaries or shapes. Little swirls of light and after images dance in front of your straining eyes. Your ears cling to the comfort of the sound of your clothes and your breathing over the overwhelming nothing around you.
All you know is that you are standing and you are very, very alone right now.]
[A breath--it is very important not to freak out right now, he figures. So that's why despite the weird feeling in his gut he starts calling out calmly; attempts to take a few slow steps.]
[A soft, steady tick from behind you lifts up into the range of your hearing, and then fades as you begin to walk. The heartbeat thumps gently, first a little to one side of you, and then directly in front as you move.]
[The sound roars, beating frantically, spiraling into some hasty, irregular pattern.]
[Your chest blooms into fireworks of pain. Heavy bands seem to wrap around and sink under your ribs, constricting your ability to get a good breath. The pain shoots up your neck and down your arms and you feel your body shake and sweat.
Ahead, you make out the simple, four squares of a window.]
[Whoa whoa whoa, what is going on. Crying out some--at least as much as he can with his breath so restricted--and stumbling to a stop to clutch at his ribs and try to breathe--]
[Distantly, as if you are miles away from your own body, you feel yourself drop to your knees and your cheek hit the warm, moving surface of the floor.
[You dream that you sit up in the middle of the night, your room absolutely photorealistic. The shadows are deeper, the colors a little more washed out. As you look out the window, you see a figure missing arms walk through the empty, still courtyard with stiff, awkward steps. It vanishes to the south....]
[You have a dream about sharing a tender meal with Rosette. It seemed important that you tell her about something... You feel like you might become closer soon.]
[You have a dream about drawing a hopscotch board with Shader. She keeps making up silly rules! You won’t do this blindfolded! You feel like you might become closer soon.]
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Now? It is bit like you blinked and never opened your eyes again. The world around you is dark and devoid of boundaries or shapes. Little swirls of light and after images dance in front of your straining eyes. Your ears cling to the comfort of the sound of your clothes and your breathing over the overwhelming nothing around you.
All you know is that you are standing and you are very, very alone right now.]
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Hey, Conqueror? Anybody? ...Irina?
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There is no answer.]
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Hey, there's people I've got to get back to. How do I get out of here, where'm I supposed to go?
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Hey... Is someone--or something--there? ...Are you a Remnant, too?
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[Shrugs, pausing--was that ticking? ...Nah, no way. Continuing towards the heartbeat, a little faster now]
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[The beat is stronger now, quickening and loud in your ears. Up ahead, you see a faint light, a vague pale grey like a muted sunrise.]
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[The sound roars, beating frantically, spiraling into some hasty, irregular pattern.]
[Your chest blooms into fireworks of pain. Heavy bands seem to wrap around and sink under your ribs, constricting your ability to get a good breath. The pain shoots up your neck and down your arms and you feel your body shake and sweat.
Ahead, you make out the simple, four squares of a window.]
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[Greedily he sucks down a few breaths before steeling himself and pushing forward again towards the window.]
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[Distantly, as if you are miles away from your own body, you feel yourself drop to your knees and your cheek hit the warm, moving surface of the floor.
And then nothing else at all.]
((OOC: On hold briefly to game start!))
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