Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2013 21:52:33 GMT -5
You're not alone... You don't need a reason to help someone...    "Cold..." Was the first thought that crossed his mind when his consciousness came forth. Reflexively he found himself groping at the nearest object to pull over himself but no such object was to be found. Slowly and drowsily, his teal colored eyes opened to examine his surroundings. He saw a dilapidated building, with a clear view of the sky from the side of the room in which he was sprawled across rather oddly. There was a breeze that passed through that sent a chill down his spine. In response, he bundled up to the object that he was using as a blanket: A sanguine-colored cloak that encompassed most of his body. "What is this place...?" he murmured, reaching up with his hands to wipe away the morning dew from his eyelids in order to get a better look. He was entirely unfamiliar with his location, and didn't have the faintest idea how he ended up there, much less what had happened before he got there. "Where~" he began to think as he got up, but was interrupted by the sound of a pair of daggers that slid across the floor in response to him accidentally kicking them upon getting up. They were an oddly shaped pair of curved blades, a bit larger than a normal dagger and almost long enough to be classified as a short sword, but they weren't quite there yet. He crouched down to examine them more closely, and picked them up to get a closer look. He felt a sense of nostalgia as he held the weapons in his hand, like he'd known them for a long time. Rather instinctively, he found himself putting them together at the hilts, and was amazed when they combined together to make a sort of swallow blade. He'd definitely used these before. He could tell simply by how comfortable they felt in his hands. They were the ideal weapons for him, and as such he decided to take them along with him. With his focus having been momentarily fixated upon the daggers, his gaze returned to the sky outside in a sort of wonder. He stepped onto the balcony and was left awe-struck when the view of the location he'd been brought to. The city he was in seemed buffeted by a sea of clouds, and upon further inspection it could be inferred that this place was sort of in its own separate pocket-dimension of sorts. He was briefly reminded of a place that gave him a similar feeling...but he couldn't quite place a finger on what it was. With his curiosity piqued by the location, he sought to explore every inch of it. He decided that he'd start by going to the closest establishment that resembled an inn and start from there. Before that though, he decided that remaining anonymous would probably be a better option, just in case he was an unwelcome guest in this strange place. With that thought in mind, he briskly threw on the cloak that he'd had on him and started down the long stairway of the tower he was in. . . * * * * * * * * * With a bit of unease he found himself roaming the streets of his new found location. The people didn't seem to pay him much mind, which was a bonus in itself as he didn't want to attract much attention in the first place. Night time was coming soon, and with it he decided he'd need to find that inn fast. He continued to roam the streets until he found a rather gruff looking board that said the words "Omphalos Inn" rather plainly and had decided that it would do as a location of both information and rest. As he pushed to doors to the establishment open, he was instantly awarded stares from various patrons that made a bead of sweat form on his brow. He felt like he was being strangled, but then they all returned their gazes to whatever was occupying their attention beforehand. He decided to take a seat on one of the available stools and let out an exhausted sigh. "Just where in the world am I...?" he found his thoughts drifting. Where was he before he woke up in that tower? What was he doing? His mind felt unpleasantly foggy, like someone had a choke hold on his memory. In any case, he decided that he'd find out sooner or later so it was best not to worry about it for now. What he really wanted to know is if there was anybody who could tell him where he was. He eventually summoned up the courage to ask the innkeeper and was rewarded with a rather cryptic statement from him. "You been summoned by the God's eh? Bout' the only way I reckon you'd be in the situation you're bloody in. You're in Omphalos mate, the only way you get here is to be summoned from another place. Bad luck on your part." "Gods? Summoned?" He inquired the innkeeper. But he was only given a glass of water, a key to a room, and a smirk from the gruff-looking man. "Well that wasn't very helpful." he found himself grumbling as he picked up the glass and brought the cool liquid to meet his lips. The last thing he wanted from the man was even more questions, and now that he had them his mind began to turn them over. Who were these Gods? Why was he summoned? And most important of all: Why can't he seem to remember hardly anything before waking up? In any case, he was sure he'd find the answers out once he learned more about the situation he was in. In the meanwhile, he thought, it would probably be for the best to remain where he was. The innkeeper seemed to know a lot more than he let on, and he was his only link so far in this place. With an exhausted sigh, he laid his head down on the table and felt his eyelids grow heavy. He was going to take a very brief rest. . . WORDS:1045 TAGS:#ZidaneSwag<3 LYRICS: Ain't nobody got time fo' dat. One day... I promise. |
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