Uhhh... huh. Rank 1 | Panic Switch [Death/Closed]Nov 24, 2014 9:10:34 GMT -5 Quote Post by Echo Djiss on Nov 24, 2014 9:10:34 GMT -5[attr="class","BOXU"]
[attr="class","next"]"Don't worry, son." A bespectacled man with a noticeable five o'clock shadow placed a shaking hand onto his only son's head. It was clear from his expression that everything was not as fine as he tried to formulate his words to make it seem. Echo Djiss, the black haired boy laying back in a white-lit chamber, had never seen such a look of fear in his father's eyes before. He was but a boy, he couldn't possibly understand what was occurring. Even if there had been time to explain the situation to him, his father probably wouldn't have been able to anyway."You're going to be fine. Just," the man paused and inhaled deeply as he wheeled his chair away from the metal stasis pod and to a terminal with various screens, "you have to trust me, you'll wake up from this as if nothing had occurred. No aging," he began typing as he listed off the positive points he could think of, "no hunger, you shouldn't feel any negative side effects physically. It will be like a blink." The space colony Brahn-7 shook from a force unknown to those this deep within its chambers. It brought thoughts of possible war or a highly destructive natural disaster to Echo's mind. He tried to remain strong for his father, but the tears began to flow of their own accord. The boy was terrified, possibly more so than his father. Would he ever see his family again? He tried not to think about it, clinching his fists tightly as the pod's vertical door began to descend to a close. Its locks tightened, and the rounded glass dome made any vision of the outside world blurred, distorted. "Just remember everything I've taught you, Echo. It doesn't matter where you are or how far apart we may be. You must," his father's voice was drained from his hearing as the spacial stasis began to take effect. Echo knew what his old man was trying to say though. He'd always given him those words when things seemed bleak."Be strong. Remain calm. Live."-- D D -- The boy awoke with a start, looking around frantically. His surroundings were shockingly unfamiliar, his breathing grew heavy in an instant as he rose to his feet. Looking down at his hands, the first thing he noticed was that he was still wearing the same clothing he'd been put into stasis with. That calmed him down slightly, but as he turned and began to gaze in a fearful awe at the world around him he knew he hadn't awoken from the chamber. The boy wasn't even aboard the Brahn-7, everything was green. Sky, grass, trees, Echo had never seen them but in videos and books. "H-Hello?" The teenager surprised himself as he spoke out, noticing instantly that his throat and mouth weren't even dry. He didn't hunger, he wasn't tired, everything his father had told him was true. It still baffled and amazed him, however, that he was in such a place as this instead of peering out at the lifeless, grey and metallic walls of the colony. Slowly he took his first step. It was anticlimactic, of course he could walk. Was he expecting the entire place to erupt in flames from merely moving out of place? "Hello? Is anyone here? I..." Echo stopped and brought his hands to his face, slouching and allowing himself to fall back to the ground. "Where am I?"
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[ RIP IN FUCKING PIECES ] Death Profile & Souls
Rank 5 | Panic Switch [Death/Closed]Nov 26, 2014 21:57:16 GMT -5 Quote Post by Death on Nov 26, 2014 21:57:16 GMT -5[googlefont="Mrs Saint Delafield:300"] DIG UP THE BONES BUT LEAVE THE SOULS ALONE [attr="class","next"]"Oh, so you are awake." A monotone feminine voice responded to the boy's calling out, a voice that was revealed to be a lot closer to him than he probably initially realized. A slender figure dressed in black was the source of this voice, and she was sitting right next to the newly awoken and reborn boy. She had horns upon her head and wings upon her back, her skin was pale as a skeleton, her hair was shadowy and smoke-like, her hands were covered in bone-like gauntlets, and her eyes gave off an unusual lime glow; all of this combined gave her quite the supernatural appearance. The being's bright eyes turned to the dark haired boy. They were void of expression or emotion, they were simply orbs used for viewing. " You took longer than most." She turned her head away from him once more, focusing on an orange that she had in her right claw. Her black fingers began to pick at the peel and tear it away, slowly revealing the insides of the tangy fruit. "For most it is an instant process." The cruel mistress continued on, completely indulged in preparing her fruity meal. This boy was different indeed. Something was off about him, something that was somehow even influencing her powerful magic. This boy's interference wasn't quite strong enough to do anything drastic to her abilities, but still, the fact that the wave even existed, the fact that this aura was even here, interesting. It seemed to be radiating from his right hand. Finally, the pale woman turned her head to the boy once more, realizing he perhaps was frightened and unaware. Human emotions were so easy to forget. " Oh, I am sorry. You are not aware of your situation, are you?" HP: 48 MP: 53 [attr="class","crazyforthisgirl1"] NOTES STATUS NOTES: [newclass=.next::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px;[/newclass][newclass=.next::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background: #fff;[/newclass] | ||||||||||
Uhhh... huh. Rank 1 | Panic Switch [Death/Closed]Nov 30, 2014 10:14:35 GMT -5 Quote Post by Echo Djiss on Nov 30, 2014 10:14:35 GMT -5[attr="class","BOXU"]
[attr="class","next"]Echo nearly jumped out of his skin as the monotone female voice seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Or... maybe this strange woman in black attire had been here all along? He had been pretty distracted by the scenery, so maybe he'd just overlooked her. Regardless, the boy caught his breath and turned to look at her. There was something otherworldly about this female, and not in a particularly good way. "What do you mean, 'instant process'?" The teen scratched at his shoulder. She was right, he had no idea what was going on or how he'd gotten here. Though, the fact that it had taken him a while to reach this destination must have meant that what felt instantaneous wasn't exactly so. "Well, the where doesn't entirely matter so much for the time being," he chuckled, "My name's Echo Djiss, designation D-04, Squad 20." He then paused a moment, wondering if that would be too confusing or if she'd understand entirely. He had been used to people receiving such information normally, knowing exactly where he was from and where he currently lived. All of this was... weird. "Does this world receive information from any intergalactic sources or have a means of relaying it? I need to contact my father and return to my colony."
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[ RIP IN FUCKING PIECES ] Death Profile & Souls
Rank 5 | Panic Switch [Death/Closed]Dec 9, 2014 6:08:55 GMT -5 Quote Post by Death on Dec 9, 2014 6:08:55 GMT -5[googlefont="Mrs Saint Delafield:300"] DIG UP THE BONES BUT LEAVE THE SOULS ALONE [attr="class","next"]Oh. So he didn't know. The boy continued to ramble on about his intergalactic colony. A human colony. This triggered a distant memory in the grim female. She was once human, she thought, though she wasn't entirely sure on that. Was she always a God? No, she had to be something before that, it was how it worked. What exactly makes a human a human? The black figure looked at her skeletal gauntlet in thought, as if she wasn't even paying attention to what was being said to her. " I am afraid that if they are in that world then you would have no method of contacting them." The horned Goddess looked upon the dark-haired boy, one named Echo, at last, her near-glowing green eyes looking directly into his. "Fortunately for yourself, I believe most of them died." There was no emotion behind this statement, it was said casually as if she were greeting somebody, or talking about the weather. Death had become such a fact of her life, such a normality, it became her, and she became it. She did however understand that new arrivals often did not embrace the fact that they have been bestowed the gift of death and potential immortality. Despite whatever his reaction was, she would continue on in her empty tone. " You are dead. That has become obvious. This dimension you sit in now is called Asgard." She looked away into the sky, grabbing her knees with her hands. She was certainly odd, a being of supreme terror, death, and tyranny, yet none of these features defined her. "It has had many names. Paradise, Heaven, Jannah, Avalon, Thule, Shangri-La, the list goes on." She let out a rather awkward laugh, it was clearly forced and had no emotional value behind it. "Ironic. One of the most barbaric peoples were the ones to actually guess the name right." She flipped a piece of hair off of her horn, then looking back down towards the ground. "You and I are on a higher plane of existence. A different dimension as I said. We are cut off from the living. We exist in the same universe as them, but we are on a separate face." She paused for a moment, as if a thought had stumped her. "I am not good with analogies otherwise I would have given you one to better explain your current situation of being dead." HP: 48 MP: 53 [attr="class","crazyforthisgirl1"] NOTES STATUS NOTES: [newclass=.next::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px;[/newclass][newclass=.next::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background: #fff;[/newclass] | ||||||||||
Uhhh... huh. Rank 1 | Panic Switch [Death/Closed]Dec 9, 2014 10:57:11 GMT -5 Quote Post by Echo Djiss on Dec 9, 2014 10:57:11 GMT -5[attr="class","BOXU"]
[attr="class","next"]"D... Dead?" Echo's eyes widened in fear as he began to look about in panic. His torso twisted as he rose to his feet, arms held outward as if trying to keep himself steady. He tried to grasp this, a simple thought at first glance, though it left his head reeling. "They can't be," his gaze turned to the sinister woman, "they can't be dead!" "You are dead. That has become obvious. This dimension you sit in now is called Asgard." Echo felt his heart skip at those words before it began to pound harder. A bead of sweat trickled past his right eye as he stepped closer to the foul creature, entirely in disbelief at this point. She continued on as if this were a casual conversation, something which gave the boy mixed feelings. Anger first, his fists clinching and opening back up; sorrow, fear, but the emotion he felt beyond those is what turned his stomach. Curiosity. The boy doubled over and clinched his gut, expelling the remnants of a meal he couldn't recall having onto the grass. He couldn't tell at this point what had sickened him more, this woman or himself. Still she spoke as if to ignore his plight, but this time, as he turned to look at her once more, he gritted his teeth. A blind fury had risen now, though even he knew he couldn't fight one such as Death itself. "If I'm as dead as my family, where are they? Where is everyone else?" He could guess the answer wasn't going to be in his favor here, so he shook his head and changed his question quickly. "What the hell do you want from me?"
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