He is no stranger to the feeling of nothing, though he has never experienced such an all-devouring iteration of it. Nothing, and then this fog, one he fights to think through. No such luck, no chance of recalling what's happened to him, figuring out what's going on right now. It's existentially chilling. Haunting indeed.
He wants to go home. That much is clear. But he cannot, for how can he go home when he doesn't know what home even is? As he walks, though, he is drawn to the light. Like a moth to flame, one might say, as much as he would disagree. He steps toward it, walking, then taking off at a sprint. He wants to reach it. He needs to reach it, more than anything. Iris-- where is his daughter--?!
REBIRTH
His breath comes sharp and watery, and he cannot find the simple strength to even open his eyes at first. Everything aches, with a longing even he cannot possibly understand the depth of. Even so, he forces his arm up, and through his crystalline prison. The shimmering facade of its surface breaks down, and down, until he tumbles to the earth.
He registers, dully, that he is not clothed. The sensation of the moisture in the air on his skin is almost overwhelming. It should scare him, but he needs to recover his wits first. He scans the cavern, struggling to get his bearings, and finally grabs a sharp rock-- you know, just in case he can't talk his way to safety. Wherever he is, he gets the sinking feeling he's in over his head.
"I'm in quite the mess, it seems..."
RETURNED - PLEROMA
After his modesty is returned, he is much more personable, keeping a smile on his face despite the harrowing events he's just gone through. Maintaining composure is key in the face of disaster, after all.
"It's wonderful to make your aquaintance. Now, as a great detective might, I have a number of questions for you..."
WILDCARD
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DREAMING - THE LIGHT AT THE CENTER
He is no stranger to the feeling of nothing, though he has never experienced such an all-devouring iteration of it. Nothing, and then this fog, one he fights to think through. No such luck, no chance of recalling what's happened to him, figuring out what's going on right now. It's existentially chilling. Haunting indeed.
He wants to go home. That much is clear. But he cannot, for how can he go home when he doesn't know what home even is? As he walks, though, he is drawn to the light. Like a moth to flame, one might say, as much as he would disagree. He steps toward it, walking, then taking off at a sprint. He wants to reach it. He needs to reach it, more than anything. Iris-- where is his daughter--?!
REBIRTH
His breath comes sharp and watery, and he cannot find the simple strength to even open his eyes at first. Everything aches, with a longing even he cannot possibly understand the depth of. Even so, he forces his arm up, and through his crystalline prison. The shimmering facade of its surface breaks down, and down, until he tumbles to the earth.
He registers, dully, that he is not clothed. The sensation of the moisture in the air on his skin is almost overwhelming. It should scare him, but he needs to recover his wits first. He scans the cavern, struggling to get his bearings, and finally grabs a sharp rock-- you know, just in case he can't talk his way to safety. Wherever he is, he gets the sinking feeling he's in over his head.
"I'm in quite the mess, it seems..."
RETURNED - PLEROMA
After his modesty is returned, he is much more personable, keeping a smile on his face despite the harrowing events he's just gone through. Maintaining composure is key in the face of disaster, after all.
"It's wonderful to make your aquaintance. Now, as a great detective might, I have a number of questions for you..."
WILDCARD
(( For anything else! You can shoot me a PM if you want, I'm admittedly EXTREMELY new to DWRP so let me know if I've gotten anything wrong! ))