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yellowthirteen) wrote2012-03-11 06:38 pm
yellowthirteen) wrote2012-03-11 06:38 pm
First Flight: Rebirth [Voice]
[Action]
[He felt cold... a cold that was pressed into his skin, and everything was dark. A groan escaped his throat, which struck him as immediately strange. He couldn't immediately remember anything, especially cold, that would've awaited him back in his world... and before it was mostly sensationless... Or so he thought. That he couldn't really recall.
But his eyes slowly crack open, the cold pressing against his cheek. Around him appeared to be a white wall, his blurred vision confusing his other senses. With another groan, he slowly pushed himself up. The white wall proved to be short, and soon he was looking out into a forest, where he could hear birds chirping and squirrels rustling through the branches. A familiar twinge in his back snapped him back to his senses as one of his wings brushed the white wall next to him.
Now suddenly, memories came flooding back to him. Luceti. He was gone, and then.... he was back? And...
He woke up in a goddamn bathtub in the middle of the woods. And little to his knowledge, it was the same one Litchi woke up in before...
...Anyone who happens to be in the woods might hear a grown man suddenly crack up with laughter.]
[Voice]
[Sometime later, Thirteen will have made his way back to the village and immediately went to the shops to get a change of clothes, finding his old attire there, good as new. With that taken care of, he decides to get his journal out... and hope for the best.]
...Luceti, this is Major David Jordan. Some of you might remember me as "Yellow 13." Seems the powers that be decided to bring me back. ...And it's good to be back. Who's still here? And to anyone else who's new, I extend my greetings to you too.
[...He doesn't dare hope that she's still here. He wants that more than anything... but he won't hold out hope with the nature of this place. But still, he's home.]
[He felt cold... a cold that was pressed into his skin, and everything was dark. A groan escaped his throat, which struck him as immediately strange. He couldn't immediately remember anything, especially cold, that would've awaited him back in his world... and before it was mostly sensationless... Or so he thought. That he couldn't really recall.
But his eyes slowly crack open, the cold pressing against his cheek. Around him appeared to be a white wall, his blurred vision confusing his other senses. With another groan, he slowly pushed himself up. The white wall proved to be short, and soon he was looking out into a forest, where he could hear birds chirping and squirrels rustling through the branches. A familiar twinge in his back snapped him back to his senses as one of his wings brushed the white wall next to him.
Now suddenly, memories came flooding back to him. Luceti. He was gone, and then.... he was back? And...
He woke up in a goddamn bathtub in the middle of the woods. And little to his knowledge, it was the same one Litchi woke up in before...
...Anyone who happens to be in the woods might hear a grown man suddenly crack up with laughter.]
[Voice]
[Sometime later, Thirteen will have made his way back to the village and immediately went to the shops to get a change of clothes, finding his old attire there, good as new. With that taken care of, he decides to get his journal out... and hope for the best.]
...Luceti, this is Major David Jordan. Some of you might remember me as "Yellow 13." Seems the powers that be decided to bring me back. ...And it's good to be back. Who's still here? And to anyone else who's new, I extend my greetings to you too.
[...He doesn't dare hope that she's still here. He wants that more than anything... but he won't hold out hope with the nature of this place. But still, he's home.]
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Mr. Jordan...? Ah, welcome back, sir.
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How've you been?
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I've been...well, for the most part. [This was a lie] The house has gone through a few residential changes since you left.
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Glad to hear it. [He has no idea it's a lie.] Residential changes? What do you mean?
[His voice is genuinely curious, but he doesn't sound bothered by the news.]
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