He could hardly walk for staring, enraptured by the great cosmos around him, wondrous and vast.
"It's beautiful," he said quite without meaning to, the words slipping from him through pure sentiment. "I never imagined the Void would be like this.."
And the path he haltingly walked spread out as though he were traversing the branches of Yggdrasil Herself. Eleven caught the eye of another wandering soul with a complex smile.
"Have you been here long? I've heard tell that souls find themselves trapped in this place."
II. Rebirth
[Reincarnation is like nothing he imagined. Considering his soul had already been reincarnated once before and he recalled nothing of it, Eleven's efforts to force his rebirth stagnate quickly once he realizes he isn't entirely trapped. Breaking free is possible, but should he be trying to? Over the course of hours, he watches others break free and wonders.
The memory of Light, as though encompassing all of Creation itself; the feeling of something well and truly divine-- Yggdrasil's immortal spirit, beckoning him to rejoin Her. Then, Darkness; a spreading disease of Death corrupting and consuming everything it touched. Then the cold in sudden absence, ripping him away from all he'd been connected in a spiritual injury deeper than any physical death.
Eleven shudders with it, recalling a time he'd felt something akin to that sensation- the loss of his power, torn from him in violence and never recovered. Only, as his hand reaches to touch the center of his chest, still a terribly ragged starburst of torn skin, what lay at its center, as though filling the spiritual hollow he'd borne since the Fall..
His efforts to free himself redouble. He's as careful as he can be, but persistent, and so it's still quite some time before he emerges from the chrysalis, taking in lungfuls of air with the jolt of wondering how it is that he'd been breathing before. Having spent so long watching others birth and well aware of his own nakedness, it doesn't bother him unduly as he glances about to the others, then to the crystals they'd left behind that don't resemble a leaf or anything so much as a bud in its infancy]
I thought I'd known, but.. What's happened to us?
III. Captivity
[Eleven imagines this is what it would have been like if he'd been captured by Heliodor. Marched across the lands on minimal rations, though without the threat of those terrible whips.
He's quiet and subdued through most of the travel, hands coming up to protect the crystal embedded in the center of his chest whenever tensions flare. But he watches the others, and when it seems safe to converse in low tones, carefully picks his way among the ruins to others]
Hey. How are you? My name is Eleven.
[ooc: action or prose are both fine! I will match]
Eleven | Dragon Quest XI S | Martyr
He could hardly walk for staring, enraptured by the great cosmos around him, wondrous and vast.
"It's beautiful," he said quite without meaning to, the words slipping from him through pure sentiment. "I never imagined the Void would be like this.."
And the path he haltingly walked spread out as though he were traversing the branches of Yggdrasil Herself. Eleven caught the eye of another wandering soul with a complex smile.
"Have you been here long? I've heard tell that souls find themselves trapped in this place."
II. Rebirth
[Reincarnation is like nothing he imagined. Considering his soul had already been reincarnated once before and he recalled nothing of it, Eleven's efforts to force his rebirth stagnate quickly once he realizes he isn't entirely trapped. Breaking free is possible, but should he be trying to? Over the course of hours, he watches others break free and wonders.
The memory of Light, as though encompassing all of Creation itself; the feeling of something well and truly divine-- Yggdrasil's immortal spirit, beckoning him to rejoin Her. Then, Darkness; a spreading disease of Death corrupting and consuming everything it touched. Then the cold in sudden absence, ripping him away from all he'd been connected in a spiritual injury deeper than any physical death.
Eleven shudders with it, recalling a time he'd felt something akin to that sensation- the loss of his power, torn from him in violence and never recovered. Only, as his hand reaches to touch the center of his chest, still a terribly ragged starburst of torn skin, what lay at its center, as though filling the spiritual hollow he'd borne since the Fall..
His efforts to free himself redouble. He's as careful as he can be, but persistent, and so it's still quite some time before he emerges from the chrysalis, taking in lungfuls of air with the jolt of wondering how it is that he'd been breathing before. Having spent so long watching others birth and well aware of his own nakedness, it doesn't bother him unduly as he glances about to the others, then to the crystals they'd left behind that don't resemble a leaf or anything so much as a bud in its infancy]
I thought I'd known, but.. What's happened to us?
III. Captivity
[Eleven imagines this is what it would have been like if he'd been captured by Heliodor. Marched across the lands on minimal rations, though without the threat of those terrible whips.
He's quiet and subdued through most of the travel, hands coming up to protect the crystal embedded in the center of his chest whenever tensions flare. But he watches the others, and when it seems safe to converse in low tones, carefully picks his way among the ruins to others]
Hey. How are you? My name is Eleven.
[ooc: action or prose are both fine! I will match]