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escordvi2025-01-03 11:02 pm
stillarhino) wrote in escordvi2025-01-03 11:02 pm
Entry tags:
closed š forward dated to the end of January
Who: Beat and Futaba
Status: Closed
Where: Around Eltrut
What: Beat's memories of another world come flooding back, forward dated to the end of January
Warnings: None currently, will add if needed
[Never in Beat's life did he think he would relive getting hit by a vehicle... While that was an exaggeration, what happened to him definitely felt like it.
A second ago, he had been walking and minding his own business. The next thing he knew, he found himself eating dirt, taken aback by pain that assaulted his senses. He laid down on the ground, hands clutching at the sides of his head, his temples throbbing as scenes of something he couldn't place flash behind his eyes. It was taking all his willpower not to scream, curling more into himself as he laid down in a fetal position, wishing for whatever this is to end.
Memories flooded his mind of a time he didn't rememberāpainful, joyful, dangerous, warm. Suddenly he remembers paper cranes flying through the air, a festival celebrating the rulers of night and day, dragons descending upon a quiet village. Of dangers in the form of a dark wolf-like form hovering over him, and a bespectacled sphinx beating its wings at him.
Of strangely familiar faces... a blond with unruly hair and sharp ears, a boy with jet black hair and a monkey companion, and a spiky headed kid, hair jutting out from either side and a bright smile. A girl with looped black hair framing either side of her face, another of a blonde with a perpetual scowl on her lipsā
And finally a bright-eyed redhead, her grin wide and mischievous, making his mouth feel thick and dry, and his heart skip a beat.
His eyes fly open, the pain dulling but still present. Was that... Songerein?
After a minute, he pushes himself off the floor, scrambling back onto his feet. Noticing the stares of the people around him, he dismisses their concern, immediately making his way anywhere but here. Once he takes a second to get his bearings, he whips out his shellphone and immediately sends Futaba a message.]
yo
[Yo what? Do you remember me? Beat felt stupid, staring at the screen of his shellphone for a long time, debating his next step. Finally, he starts typing again.]
you free right now?
[He's not sure what he's doing, but he does know that he needs to see her. Soon.]
Status: Closed
Where: Around Eltrut
What: Beat's memories of another world come flooding back, forward dated to the end of January
Warnings: None currently, will add if needed
[Never in Beat's life did he think he would relive getting hit by a vehicle... While that was an exaggeration, what happened to him definitely felt like it.
A second ago, he had been walking and minding his own business. The next thing he knew, he found himself eating dirt, taken aback by pain that assaulted his senses. He laid down on the ground, hands clutching at the sides of his head, his temples throbbing as scenes of something he couldn't place flash behind his eyes. It was taking all his willpower not to scream, curling more into himself as he laid down in a fetal position, wishing for whatever this is to end.
Memories flooded his mind of a time he didn't rememberāpainful, joyful, dangerous, warm. Suddenly he remembers paper cranes flying through the air, a festival celebrating the rulers of night and day, dragons descending upon a quiet village. Of dangers in the form of a dark wolf-like form hovering over him, and a bespectacled sphinx beating its wings at him.
Of strangely familiar faces... a blond with unruly hair and sharp ears, a boy with jet black hair and a monkey companion, and a spiky headed kid, hair jutting out from either side and a bright smile. A girl with looped black hair framing either side of her face, another of a blonde with a perpetual scowl on her lipsā
And finally a bright-eyed redhead, her grin wide and mischievous, making his mouth feel thick and dry, and his heart skip a beat.
His eyes fly open, the pain dulling but still present. Was that... Songerein?
After a minute, he pushes himself off the floor, scrambling back onto his feet. Noticing the stares of the people around him, he dismisses their concern, immediately making his way anywhere but here. Once he takes a second to get his bearings, he whips out his shellphone and immediately sends Futaba a message.]
yo
[Yo what? Do you remember me? Beat felt stupid, staring at the screen of his shellphone for a long time, debating his next step. Finally, he starts typing again.]
you free right now?
[He's not sure what he's doing, but he does know that he needs to see her. Soon.]