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vatheon2012-06-02 01:13 am
blitz_acing) wrote in vatheon2012-06-02 01:13 am
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and then things were never quiet
Who: Tidus and You!
Where: The Plaza
When: Late Morning
Style: I'll match the style of your preference.
Status: Open!
[At first there's water. Comforting. Refreshing. The familiarity of being soaked as if immersed puts him at ease. Keeping his eyes shut, he can almost pretend he's back in the ocean, warmed by the sun's rays, and somewhere close to the surface all his friends are just waiting. Waiting for him to resurface.
She's there, too.
He refuses to open his eyes, afraid of what he might see. But he could only keep running for so long. Why couldn't he pretend? He had all the time in the world now. If this was the afterlife...maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all.
It's the voices that convince him to open his eyes...and does he gawk openly once he does.]
Whoa.
[He stumbles around at first. He probably looks confused and out of it, but he doesn't care because that's how he feels. There are other thoughts on his mind, one in particular loud and obnoxious enough to where it's practically screaming in his ear: Why was he still around? He looks down at his hands, very hesitant to do so, and drops his jaw entirely when he realizes they're solid. His expression might make one think his palms grew fish fins, or something.
Not that he's not happy to exist, or anything, but this place, cool as it is, is a far cry from the Farplane. He presses his hands to his face, gloved digits running through his hair, before dropping his arms. Sure, it feels real, but--]
What if it's a dream?
[Only one way to find out.
Lifting his hand up, he curls it into a fist, smacking his arm.]
Ow!
[Well, that answers that.]
Where: The Plaza
When: Late Morning
Style: I'll match the style of your preference.
Status: Open!
[At first there's water. Comforting. Refreshing. The familiarity of being soaked as if immersed puts him at ease. Keeping his eyes shut, he can almost pretend he's back in the ocean, warmed by the sun's rays, and somewhere close to the surface all his friends are just waiting. Waiting for him to resurface.
She's there, too.
He refuses to open his eyes, afraid of what he might see. But he could only keep running for so long. Why couldn't he pretend? He had all the time in the world now. If this was the afterlife...maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all.
It's the voices that convince him to open his eyes...and does he gawk openly once he does.]
Whoa.
[He stumbles around at first. He probably looks confused and out of it, but he doesn't care because that's how he feels. There are other thoughts on his mind, one in particular loud and obnoxious enough to where it's practically screaming in his ear: Why was he still around? He looks down at his hands, very hesitant to do so, and drops his jaw entirely when he realizes they're solid. His expression might make one think his palms grew fish fins, or something.
Not that he's not happy to exist, or anything, but this place, cool as it is, is a far cry from the Farplane. He presses his hands to his face, gloved digits running through his hair, before dropping his arms. Sure, it feels real, but--]
What if it's a dream?
[Only one way to find out.
Lifting his hand up, he curls it into a fist, smacking his arm.]
Ow!
[Well, that answers that.]
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I will take it in consideration. Good luck with everything.
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Thank you. Same to you.
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