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weird things don't happen to him - Korbin - 01-23-2019 the world dies over and over again Splish. Splish splish. Splish splish splish. It was raining. Raining a little, a drizzle of sorts, the pleasant kind of rain that you enjoy being out in and then pouring, suddenly and seemingly out of nowhere. The sky grew darker, darker, simply dark; cloaked is gray and weary clouds that quickly won out against any semblance of sunlight or even light. It was just dark, and so Korbin, outside because he never bothered to check with those who knew anything about weather, proceeded to splash his way through the puddles. Puddles being a very inaccurate term for them as it poured, the little things quickly turning to flood and small rivers, streaming down the edges of the dirt road and washing away the ground beneath his feet. At this point, even if he wanted to stop being a child playing in the puddles he couldn’t because they were everywhere, the earth a sodden and soggy mess beneath his feet. So much for his boots. korbin but the skeleton always gets up and walks someone come say hi to him please! RE: weird things don't happen to him - Seiji - 01-26-2019 Seiji Today, he thinks of birds. They came in a dream some time ago: white wings against a pale blue sky. He could have reached up and caught one as easily as one catches a ball. He awoke knowing this. Remembering, maybe — it arrived unconnected with anything else. Just the noise of wings and the looking up, the sleeping tension in his limbs. Or perhaps they only came because he met Kiada some time ago and watched her turn into a vulture. Because since then, he spends a lot of time thinking about her flying up around that spiral in the middle of the world. He spends a lot of time dwelling on the spiral, in general, though he has more pressing things to occupy his time. Things like the coming darkness and the acquisition of food, water, shelter. He can't help but return to it: that static bolt of darkness. It is the biggest mystery of all. He dares not approach, remembering Kiada's warning, so he finds himself moving through the ruined streets instead. Peering up at it occasionally. Wondering if he might find someone with more answers to his many questions. But what he finds instead is different, altogether. Perhaps the size of the man catches his eye. Or the way the man walks, as if he has walked a thousand miles already. Either way, Seiji glimpses something at the edge of his vision and there before him is a stranger, soaking wet, trudging forward on what appear to be weary feet. Seiji remembers a time not long ago he wandered in a similar fashion, though back then he found himself instead in a dark wood, confusion ringing through his skull. Heartier now, he blinks and then starts toward the man, his gait a lively, bouncing thing. "Hello?" he calls, and pauses a little bit away. "Are you okay?" Surely the stranger doesn't mean to be wandering, wet, in this weather. RE: weird things don't happen to him - Korbin - 01-29-2019 the world dies over and over again He has dreamed of wings many times, but never white. No, not in his family. Their wings were always black; some black as pitch, others tinged with the blue of evening, but always, always black. Their backdrop was rarely a beautiful blue sky, but rather towering mountains, flames, and destruction. Once, he carried black wings on his black. Ha, once. He thinks that like it was so very long ago, but it wasn’t. They were there, tucked against his back when he fell through the crack in the world and emerged here, sopping wet. The shock of coming to in some strange world still controls his thoughts though and he’s more preoccupied with trying to figure out how to survive than he is with the loss of his wings. The thought, truthfully, hasn’t quite settled in, though it will, when quiet settles over him or he first goes to use them and realizes they are simply gone. korbin but the skeleton always gets up and walks RE: weird things don't happen to him - Seiji - 01-30-2019 Just a breath of silence between them. A breath, and then the stranger's voice filling in the gap: easy, masculine, betraying no distress. His words themselves paint a different picture, however. Seiji listens politely. Then a smile blooms over his features, animate and welcoming. He knows what this is! "You are in Caido," Seiji says with a cheerful nod. "You are an Outlander — not from here. Me, too." He tilts his head just slightly as he looks the man up and down. His eyes are half appraising, half questioning, though he won't pry. "My name is Seiji," he says in response to Korbin's name. "Welcome!" This with a wry gesture toward the ruined buildings around them, the dismal chilly air. Haven't you come at a great time! But Seiji is never one to dwell on misery. "You look cold," he posits. "I can take you someplace warm. I can answer some questions, too, but not a lot. I only got here a few days ago. There are a lot of us now, I think. Outlanders." The word still tastes strange on his tongue. The whole situation still buzzes strangely in his head. To think he was on the other side of the situation not long ago, at all. Wishing desperately he might wake up. He still wishes that, sometimes. |