The sun rises slowly in the sky, cresting a blue-green mountain range with apparent difficulty. One could almost assume that the sky is filled with a blue pudding that a fiery chariot is only slowly navigating. Its rays fall upon a city of marble and gold, a glistening city, a shining city. A city almost without color. Were it not for the blue water flowing evenly through it before falling into unseen mists below, the city would be monochrome. Even the people seem to be without color.
At the highest level is a domed building made only of columns. There are no walls. The building is a testament to the sky, to the sun, to the open world around it. Mist wreathes it in the morning and almost burns like the sun. Seers of all kinds, those that plumb the future and those that plumb the distance, climb the poles to see what can be seen before the sun burns it all away.
In the center, where the sun will rebound off of carefully placed mirrors, is a fountain. This fountain overflows its bowl, water splashing into four different canals that flow throughout the temple, down sluices and into the city itself. And around the fountain are people on cots that await the sun and its soothing, healing rays.
This is where you are; on the cot. It is where you wake up and look around at a world that looks familiar, though that you barely can remember.
All he could remember....was a flash of light and a sharp pain upon his chest. Sitting up, he winced, rubbing his temples on where a bandage was wrapped, and feeling his chest for another set of bandages.
Remember, DNC, your character is not supposed to remember anything, and you should wait until things are told to you before you use them. I can work both of those in on your character, of course, but its easier to build a world otherwise. Especially one like this.
It's dawn around you, and the place is already quite crowded. There's the sound of many voices as many seek the warmth of the sun and the healing its said to provide. The seers hop from column to column in search of more to see. And, with glances around, there's one who stands out.
The mob, the majority of it, is monochrome, simply whites and grays. Even hair is white as it cascades down. This may be age, or it may be the city. Its hard to tell.
But, near the edge of the crowd, is an intense flash of red.
ooc: whoops...well, the last coherent thing anyway.
At least that was the last coherent thing he remembered. The white could've been the odd colors he was adjusting to. Shaking hsi head. He wasn't sure but....this place....felt familiar yet...different....
~ hears no reply to the inquiry. He decides to see what that flash of red was, and slowly gets out of the cot he woke up on. Then he proceeds to where he saw the red last.
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Closer to, but not close enough to reach with any real speed, the flash seems to e a man. And unlike the others, he seems to be a man dressed in a rich and vibrant red. He stands out like, and looks a little like, a sore thumb.
The red man stood and looked around, as if he was searching for something. On his shoulder was a red bird of some kind. By his feet, a cat of warm hues.
~ sees another approaching the red man. The pain in his head blurs his vision somewhat, preventing him from recognizing anything distinguishable from the person. Still, ~ is determined to get to the red man first and threads his way through people to get to the drop of blood in the ivory surrounding.
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Both of you are dressed in some variation of a hospital gown made of white and gentle cloth as opposed to paper. Other than that, very little. Both of you, for the time being at least, are bald. That's all that can really be said at this time.
The man in red stops about ten feet from the two of you, in the middle of a clearing of people. He holds his right hand up above him, palm facing behind him, before sweeping down in an elaborate bow. Almost a courtly gesture, left leg sweeping around behind him. He also appears to be speaking, but neither of you can understand a word of it.
"Esperil ananda treyj olie!" He seems to have a tendency to severely roll his Rs. And his voice is naturally loud, almost overpowering every sound around him. "Amachee ne? Hoocourl amani?"
He looked back at the man, rather confused and made the gesture of shrugging his shoulders and openning his palms, showing he didn't understand what he was saying. even his face showed that.
~ is slightly flustered. He makes motions to the man in red that he will follow him, if that is what he wishes. I think that is what he wants me to do...
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At the highest level is a domed building made only of columns. There are no walls. The building is a testament to the sky, to the sun, to the open world around it. Mist wreathes it in the morning and almost burns like the sun. Seers of all kinds, those that plumb the future and those that plumb the distance, climb the poles to see what can be seen before the sun burns it all away.
In the center, where the sun will rebound off of carefully placed mirrors, is a fountain. This fountain overflows its bowl, water splashing into four different canals that flow throughout the temple, down sluices and into the city itself. And around the fountain are people on cots that await the sun and its soothing, healing rays.
This is where you are; on the cot. It is where you wake up and look around at a world that looks familiar, though that you barely can remember.
My helpdesk should you need me.
RIP Krensae Fluidtail: Sleep well with the fish
Sasky for the Sig.
I am in your [PACK]. Watching you... do... something.
It's dawn around you, and the place is already quite crowded. There's the sound of many voices as many seek the warmth of the sun and the healing its said to provide. The seers hop from column to column in search of more to see. And, with glances around, there's one who stands out.
The mob, the majority of it, is monochrome, simply whites and grays. Even hair is white as it cascades down. This may be age, or it may be the city. Its hard to tell.
But, near the edge of the crowd, is an intense flash of red.
My helpdesk should you need me.
At least that was the last coherent thing he remembered. The white could've been the odd colors he was adjusting to. Shaking hsi head. He wasn't sure but....this place....felt familiar yet...different....
Sasky for the Sig.
I am in your [PACK]. Watching you... do... something.
RIP Krensae Fluidtail: Sleep well with the fish
The second notices the red once more, at the very edge of the crowd, almost at the steps to the temple-place.
My helpdesk should you need me.
Sasky for the Sig.
I am in your [PACK]. Watching you... do... something.
My helpdesk should you need me.
Sasky for the Sig.
I am in your [PACK]. Watching you... do... something.
My helpdesk should you need me.
RIP Krensae Fluidtail: Sleep well with the fish
My helpdesk should you need me.
RIP Krensae Fluidtail: Sleep well with the fish
Sasky for the Sig.
I am in your [PACK]. Watching you... do... something.
The man in red stops about ten feet from the two of you, in the middle of a clearing of people. He holds his right hand up above him, palm facing behind him, before sweeping down in an elaborate bow. Almost a courtly gesture, left leg sweeping around behind him. He also appears to be speaking, but neither of you can understand a word of it.
"Esperil ananda treyj olie!" He seems to have a tendency to severely roll his Rs. And his voice is naturally loud, almost overpowering every sound around him. "Amachee ne? Hoocourl amani?"
My helpdesk should you need me.
RIP Krensae Fluidtail: Sleep well with the fish
"Esk tandra? Du ban err pecola?"
My helpdesk should you need me.
Sasky for the Sig.
I am in your [PACK]. Watching you... do... something.
RIP Krensae Fluidtail: Sleep well with the fish
"Esk? Tu esk?"
My helpdesk should you need me.
Sasky for the Sig.
I am in your [PACK]. Watching you... do... something.
RIP Krensae Fluidtail: Sleep well with the fish
A voice, which seems to have no particular source, says, "I agree."
The man in read leans in towards the two of them. "Eh... Mana comlarde eplantern esk?"
My helpdesk should you need me.
RIP Krensae Fluidtail: Sleep well with the fish