Post by undone on May 23, 2013 4:28:32 GMT -5
Until the end of time inside the winter storm. Life being that storm, and time being relatively endless.
Humming quietly to himself, Iazuré stood otherwise unmoving on the strange street corner. First of all...that lamp post was weird, as in different from all those he'd seen previously. Of course, where he came from things were a little different. That was actually an understatement.
Cars! It'd been a long time since Iazuré had seen a vehicle transported by rotating wheels. Believe it or not, he was used to a far superior method of transportation. A method he found himself currently unable to use. Upon his arrival, Iazuré had attempted to warp back to where he had come from, but to no avail.
Epic fail; that's all these days had ended with. How long had he been on this strange new world now? Five days, and all he knew was some form of government kind of sucked, and there were a whole bunch of people here who...didn't really seem to notice him. No, he wasn't stuck in the shadow realm, looking out into the wide open world. But, he felt like he was. It was odd how he felt invisible because he wasn't trying.
So...where was he? What was he waiting for now?
God forbid he knew what the hell happened after Pandora activated the crystal. God fucking forbid.
At least he had smokes. Bringing that poisonous yellow colored filter to his lips, he inhaled deeply while glowing blue eyes scanned the busy streets. Not one of his comrades made it through to this place - were they all dead? Not a damn clue, and that continued to eat away at Iazuré's mind. This little parasitic emotion wasn't going to go away any time soon. Sighing, the black haired man looked up at the blue sky, a few clouds floating lazily above here and there.
"Eh..." Shrugging, Iazuré flicked a bit of ash off his cigarette and adjusted his black jacket. Only a few of his weapons survived the trip to this world; the others were lost. How the hell did he allow that to happen?!
Weakness.
"So...what do I normally do here?" He wondered aloud. "This is relatively...poor...poor set of circumstances that...well, who the fuck could see this coming? At least...at the very fucking least...they let me keep my tomahawk and favorite knife. Thank the God beyond..."
Humming quietly to himself, Iazuré stood otherwise unmoving on the strange street corner. First of all...that lamp post was weird, as in different from all those he'd seen previously. Of course, where he came from things were a little different. That was actually an understatement.
Cars! It'd been a long time since Iazuré had seen a vehicle transported by rotating wheels. Believe it or not, he was used to a far superior method of transportation. A method he found himself currently unable to use. Upon his arrival, Iazuré had attempted to warp back to where he had come from, but to no avail.
Epic fail; that's all these days had ended with. How long had he been on this strange new world now? Five days, and all he knew was some form of government kind of sucked, and there were a whole bunch of people here who...didn't really seem to notice him. No, he wasn't stuck in the shadow realm, looking out into the wide open world. But, he felt like he was. It was odd how he felt invisible because he wasn't trying.
So...where was he? What was he waiting for now?
God forbid he knew what the hell happened after Pandora activated the crystal. God fucking forbid.
At least he had smokes. Bringing that poisonous yellow colored filter to his lips, he inhaled deeply while glowing blue eyes scanned the busy streets. Not one of his comrades made it through to this place - were they all dead? Not a damn clue, and that continued to eat away at Iazuré's mind. This little parasitic emotion wasn't going to go away any time soon. Sighing, the black haired man looked up at the blue sky, a few clouds floating lazily above here and there.
"Eh..." Shrugging, Iazuré flicked a bit of ash off his cigarette and adjusted his black jacket. Only a few of his weapons survived the trip to this world; the others were lost. How the hell did he allow that to happen?!
Weakness.
"So...what do I normally do here?" He wondered aloud. "This is relatively...poor...poor set of circumstances that...well, who the fuck could see this coming? At least...at the very fucking least...they let me keep my tomahawk and favorite knife. Thank the God beyond..."