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melodiesoflife2017-03-23 07:56 pm
acceptedoblivion) wrote in melodiesoflife2017-03-23 07:56 pm
Footsteps in the Snow (Central Lost Continent)
Characters:Saori Nakagawa, Ira, James Kidd, Lydia Deetz, and NPCs
Where: Lost Continent (Center)
When: March 5th
Summary: The four awaken in the chilly tundra of the Lost Continent without a sign of civilization nearby.
At impact, Ira had held out his hand in an attempt to summon another Corridor - at the very least, he wished to get those already injured to safety. Yet as he reached out, something far more inexplicable had reached back. He found himself falling, before oblivion accepted him. It was a sensation he hadn't felt in years, this sleep of stasis that had overwhelmed all of them - one that he thought would never be again. As it took hold, he didn't know if his hand had grabbed air or railing, but he knew, in the end, there was no fighting it any longer.
What he didn't expect, was suddenly finding his face hit with something so bitterly cold. Grunting, he shakily moved to place his hands beneath him, wincing as he felt the chill within his gloves. Why was it so cold? Hadn't they just been over the desert?
None of this made sense, but he... had to get moving.
Blearily looking around, he saw three others lying in the snow around him. Without much thought, he stumbled in the frigid clime to reach out to the one nearest to him in an effort to shake their shoulder and wake them.
"M-Mom, L-Lydia, Mary," he called out through his teeth chattering. Of all the times he was mad about inheriting shit from Riku the island kid- "We n-need to get moving."
Wait, why did his voice suddenly sound more matured? And when did his bangs get so long? "Ugh, the h-hell's going on?"
Where: Lost Continent (Center)
When: March 5th
Summary: The four awaken in the chilly tundra of the Lost Continent without a sign of civilization nearby.
At impact, Ira had held out his hand in an attempt to summon another Corridor - at the very least, he wished to get those already injured to safety. Yet as he reached out, something far more inexplicable had reached back. He found himself falling, before oblivion accepted him. It was a sensation he hadn't felt in years, this sleep of stasis that had overwhelmed all of them - one that he thought would never be again. As it took hold, he didn't know if his hand had grabbed air or railing, but he knew, in the end, there was no fighting it any longer.
What he didn't expect, was suddenly finding his face hit with something so bitterly cold. Grunting, he shakily moved to place his hands beneath him, wincing as he felt the chill within his gloves. Why was it so cold? Hadn't they just been over the desert?
None of this made sense, but he... had to get moving.
Blearily looking around, he saw three others lying in the snow around him. Without much thought, he stumbled in the frigid clime to reach out to the one nearest to him in an effort to shake their shoulder and wake them.
"M-Mom, L-Lydia, Mary," he called out through his teeth chattering. Of all the times he was mad about inheriting shit from Riku the island kid- "We n-need to get moving."
Wait, why did his voice suddenly sound more matured? And when did his bangs get so long? "Ugh, the h-hell's going on?"
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"Santa? About yea-tall?" Holding up her hand. "Silver hair?" If it was Creep Kringle, she'd be happy to see him. After the stunt he'd pulled in battle, she owed him both a hug, and a smack on the arm. Him running a bank was new though, as she remembered it being run under Mr. McDuck.
Then the rest of what Gelin said registered, and she moved closer. Listening to Mary's words too, and taking the man's hand in comfort. "Lady Zelda was an inspiration to many of us." Sympathy and understanding in her smile.
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"Y-y-y-y-y-y-yes! That guy! And don't scare me like that!" He pushed himself off the floor and readjusted the blanket.
"I haven't seen Zelda in years, and to be frank, when one of us runs into a Hero, we can't expect to see them again. But," he closed his hand around Lydia's, "if she really is gone, you have my condolences. Losing people is always difficult."