LoTD: [Coal Voyage] [Event]
May 19, 2017 12:27:02 GMT -7
Post by ᖫᖭØMNÏᖫᖭ on May 19, 2017 12:27:02 GMT -7
An'ei Sekitan
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Just where was he? Stepping from the rift, he was in a world that was not quite a world, but it seemed to be an in-between, if he could judge the words coming from the specter correctly. It was unhappy he was here, spouting about the Mind’s Eye of the realm, and that it was watching him and judging. So what. Houkou moved to draw his blade, but he would not have time, despite even his extreme speed. Another rift exploded into existed, pulling him toward it, dragging him against his will as the creature flew toward it much faster than he would have thought possible. It’s much more powerful here, apparently. As that portal winked from existed, another tear in the fabric of reality expanded to his left a little, dragging him to it with much more fervor, pulling him into another realm of some wonder. Hmmm…hope Sekizen is alright without me.
He was deposited into a new realm, dropped rather unceremoniously to the ground, but landed on his feet enough to be ready to strike; only a slight stumble. The first thing he noticed was that something was tugging at him, gnawing perhaps is the word, and it was annoying. The place was gothic, although no horrific, and not necessary aesthetically pleasing either. Those eyes filled with the Sharingan, they gazed to and from, searching the area for signs of life or danger, though he felt none at the time [Sharingan Level 3/Observation: 75]. Before he could get too deep, a few steps at most, an image appeared before him in the motif of Ziluvu. She spoke to him like an old friend, welcomed him like a returned companion, and he would give her his blade as a reward if she did not give him the information he was looking for.
“Yeah, I’ll come see you face to face. I have a few questions for you.” – Houkou
He would begin to follow the lights down the path.
Your Previous Post:
Just where was he? Stepping from the rift, he was in a world that was not quite a world, but it seemed to be an in-between, if he could judge the words coming from the specter correctly. It was unhappy he was here, spouting about the Mind’s Eye of the realm, and that it was watching him and judging. So what. Houkou moved to draw his blade, but he would not have time, despite even his extreme speed. Another rift exploded into existed, pulling him toward it, dragging him against his will as the creature flew toward it much faster than he would have thought possible. It’s much more powerful here, apparently. As that portal winked from existed, another tear in the fabric of reality expanded to his left a little, dragging him to it with much more fervor, pulling him into another realm of some wonder. Hmmm…hope Sekizen is alright without me.
He was deposited into a new realm, dropped rather unceremoniously to the ground, but landed on his feet enough to be ready to strike; only a slight stumble. The first thing he noticed was that something was tugging at him, gnawing perhaps is the word, and it was annoying. The place was gothic, although no horrific, and not necessary aesthetically pleasing either. Those eyes filled with the Sharingan, they gazed to and from, searching the area for signs of life or danger, though he felt none at the time [Sharingan Level 3/Observation: 75]. Before he could get too deep, a few steps at most, an image appeared before him in the motif of Ziluvu. She spoke to him like an old friend, welcomed him like a returned companion, and he would give her his blade as a reward if she did not give him the information he was looking for.
“Yeah, I’ll come see you face to face. I have a few questions for you.” – Houkou
He would begin to follow the lights down the path.