[Arrival - Gaze from the Clouds -|Any day after day 23|-]
Flamebringer's eyes fly open as he feels his body abruptly jerk, like a car or a ship slowing down abruptly, the all too familiar sensation of blood running down the back of his neck-
Crap, what had happened?! was he injured-
He reaches a hand back and feels. Nothing. Just the warmth of his own skin and his fingers brushing the edge of the hardened black spots that decorated the side of his neck.
Huh... pulling his hand back he stares at his palm. Its dry. No blood. Not even water. Even though he feels like he's been walking through the rain. He feels... disappointed.
He grits his teeth. Why would he be disappointed? That was less LMD he had to spend on bandages or medicines. This made no sense.
His tail twitched slightly as he finally registered a very different... and familiar sensation.
Something, or Somebody, had eyes on him. He wasn't alone.
Years of experience dealing with hostile gazes stayed his hand even though he wished to settled it reassuringly on his katana. It'd do no good to appear threatening if it was just some stranger who was smart enough to be on their guard. Or if it was something less friendly that would take that as a reason to put him down while he was at a disadvantage.
He forced himself to take a long, and measured breath.
Right.
He didn't know how he'd gotten here. One of the Doctor's plans maybe. If that's how it was, something had gone wrong. He didn't know where this was, or why he was here. That enough was good reason to have his guard up.
He quietly sighed to just himself. He started down the hall. First things first... he needed to figure out how hostile that gaze was. And if he could lose it's attention in this place.
[Somebody's Footsteps]
Flamebringer finds a staircase and takes it down. The sensation of somebody watching him grows weaker, but doesn't disappear. Purposely maintaining a casual, relaxed pace, hands in his pockets he continues to wander until he finds another staircase and decides again to take it down once again.
The sensation disappears entirely the moment his boots hit the bottom of the steps and he looks back over his shoulder bewildered. The timing was almost too perfect. What the heck was going on?
He continues to squint up at the top of the staircase for a minute longer, before shaking his head. Testing whatever, or whoever it was, was probably a bad idea.
Wandering further on this new level of whatever complex this was, only brought up more questions. He was seeing, people. Translucent people. Ghosts.
Flamebringer wasn't the superstitious type, but there were too many strange phenomenons in the world for him to disregard what he was seeing as a hallucination or something else.
He takes a cautious step forward into the crowd. None of them look his way, none of them even acknowledge his presence. He should be happy about that. It just makes his skin crawl.
He slowly makes his way through the crowd, looking at the different faces he saw. Some of them were dressed like civilians... some of them reminded him of the scientific and medical staff aboard Rhodes Island. None of it answered the questions of where he was and what was going on.
Refocusing his gaze on where he was going he yelped, "H-hey!" right before a guy walked straight through him.
It didn't feel like anything, nothing happened. Whipping around the guy was just continuing on his way, acting like he hadn't just completely passed through another human being. Flamebringer put a hand to his own chest just to feel that he was still solid to himself, his heart racing. Crap. Whatever was going on here. He'd had enough of it.
He found himself in a space that looked like a cafeteria. More ghosts were milling about. He ignored them. Except, there was one ghost, a woman, sitting at the edge, feet hanging out from under the railing, looking to all the world content to mind her own business despite how weird it was for her to be sitting so casually on the floor in that exact spot.
He stared for a minute, and started to turn away... ugh. Fine.
He made his way over, until he stood over her. Two things he noticed: she was in a bathrobe, which was really strange for a public spot like this. And below the bathrobe there were bandages. She'd been hurt.
"Hey. Lady. What are you doing here?" He asked.
She didn't startle, so she'd probably heard him coming. She turns to look up at him, expression tired, but she smiled at him anyways, "It's alright. I'm just waiting for that nice angel to come back," she states, then returns to looking out into the distance.
"Okay." fine, none of his business, although he did make a mental note of 'angel', could be a Sankta running around, "Whats this place then?"
She doesn't respond.
"Hey. Hey. I'm still talking to you."
Nothing.
"Hey," He reaches out to gently shake her shoulder, annoyed.
The moment his hand 'connects' with her shoulder, she vanishes. His fingers curl back and he takes a startled step back.
"Crap. Thats-" He hisses to himself, cutting himself off as every instinct he had told him this was a bad, bad place to be. What the heck was going on?!
[Ideal Camouflage]
Wired and on edge after his encounter with the ghosts, Flamebringer lets his feet carrying him down the halls and away from whatever that was. He didn't want anything to do with it. He wasn't somebody who was all that interested in mystic crap, and he didn't intend to start now.
Eventually he found himself in place strangely dense with plant life.
It was dumb, but the sight of greenery after all the hard metal walls, and the inexplicable ghosts, made his shoulders relax and he slowed down to look at the vines surrounding him and the other plants.
So this place was abandoned, he guessed. Nobody in their right mind would let this much greenery get out of control in a building... then again it wasn't like there weren't plenty of people who weren't in their right mind.
He walked deeper in, still keeping a weary eye out. Just because he was free of the weird stuff from before didn't mean he was safe.
Out of the corner of his eye he caught movement. Something else was here.
He slowly turned to face it. No sudden moves.
At first he didn't spot anything... but then he saw it. A... beast. He wasn't sure what it was. He hadn't seen anything like it before ((its a cougar)). It was moving with grace in the shadows, watching him.
Even if he didn't know what it was, he recognized the stance of a predator, and he slowly moved his hand to his katana. Grinning despite himself. Finally. Something he could handle on his own terms.
The beast realized it had been spotted, and pounced.
Flamebringer dodged out of the way with a hiss, minding his footing on the uneven ground. The beast landed and immediately whipped around to try again, but this time Flamebringer had the advantage.
With a flash he drew his katana, sword meeting foe mid-air in a violent clash that sent his opponent flying back and crashing back into the jungle floor.
Dashing over he raised his sword to stab it again, he didn't know what it was, and he wasn't risking it taking another shot at him-
He halted as he stood over it. There was no longer a beast. Just a pile of vines, leaves, and some jagged pieces of metal strewn in the pile.
He stepped back, stomach dropping and his sense of danger returned. The pile of debris vaguely resembled the beast he'd been fighting before, but it no longer held any of the life or structure.
What on Terra was GOING ON?!
There's the crunch of a footstep behind him and he whirls around, blade still in hand coming up to point at whoever approached him, eyes wide and wild, aura that of one who wouldn't hesitate to defend himself, or even kill, if given the excuse.
Flamebringer | Arknights
Flamebringer's eyes fly open as he feels his body abruptly jerk, like a car or a ship slowing down abruptly, the all too familiar sensation of blood running down the back of his neck-
Crap, what had happened?! was he injured-
He reaches a hand back and feels. Nothing. Just the warmth of his own skin and his fingers brushing the edge of the hardened black spots that decorated the side of his neck.
Huh... pulling his hand back he stares at his palm. Its dry. No blood. Not even water. Even though he feels like he's been walking through the rain. He feels... disappointed.
He grits his teeth. Why would he be disappointed? That was less LMD he had to spend on bandages or medicines. This made no sense.
His tail twitched slightly as he finally registered a very different... and familiar sensation.
Something, or Somebody, had eyes on him. He wasn't alone.
Years of experience dealing with hostile gazes stayed his hand even though he wished to settled it reassuringly on his katana. It'd do no good to appear threatening if it was just some stranger who was smart enough to be on their guard. Or if it was something less friendly that would take that as a reason to put him down while he was at a disadvantage.
He forced himself to take a long, and measured breath.
Right.
He didn't know how he'd gotten here. One of the Doctor's plans maybe. If that's how it was, something had gone wrong. He didn't know where this was, or why he was here. That enough was good reason to have his guard up.
He quietly sighed to just himself. He started down the hall. First things first... he needed to figure out how hostile that gaze was. And if he could lose it's attention in this place.
[Somebody's Footsteps]
Flamebringer finds a staircase and takes it down. The sensation of somebody watching him grows weaker, but doesn't disappear. Purposely maintaining a casual, relaxed pace, hands in his pockets he continues to wander until he finds another staircase and decides again to take it down once again.
The sensation disappears entirely the moment his boots hit the bottom of the steps and he looks back over his shoulder bewildered. The timing was almost too perfect. What the heck was going on?
He continues to squint up at the top of the staircase for a minute longer, before shaking his head. Testing whatever, or whoever it was, was probably a bad idea.
Wandering further on this new level of whatever complex this was, only brought up more questions. He was seeing, people. Translucent people. Ghosts.
Flamebringer wasn't the superstitious type, but there were too many strange phenomenons in the world for him to disregard what he was seeing as a hallucination or something else.
He takes a cautious step forward into the crowd. None of them look his way, none of them even acknowledge his presence. He should be happy about that. It just makes his skin crawl.
He slowly makes his way through the crowd, looking at the different faces he saw. Some of them were dressed like civilians... some of them reminded him of the scientific and medical staff aboard Rhodes Island. None of it answered the questions of where he was and what was going on.
Refocusing his gaze on where he was going he yelped, "H-hey!" right before a guy walked straight through him.
It didn't feel like anything, nothing happened. Whipping around the guy was just continuing on his way, acting like he hadn't just completely passed through another human being. Flamebringer put a hand to his own chest just to feel that he was still solid to himself, his heart racing. Crap. Whatever was going on here. He'd had enough of it.
He found himself in a space that looked like a cafeteria. More ghosts were milling about. He ignored them. Except, there was one ghost, a woman, sitting at the edge, feet hanging out from under the railing, looking to all the world content to mind her own business despite how weird it was for her to be sitting so casually on the floor in that exact spot.
He stared for a minute, and started to turn away... ugh. Fine.
He made his way over, until he stood over her. Two things he noticed: she was in a bathrobe, which was really strange for a public spot like this. And below the bathrobe there were bandages. She'd been hurt.
"Hey. Lady. What are you doing here?" He asked.
She didn't startle, so she'd probably heard him coming. She turns to look up at him, expression tired, but she smiled at him anyways, "It's alright. I'm just waiting for that nice angel to come back," she states, then returns to looking out into the distance.
"Okay." fine, none of his business, although he did make a mental note of 'angel', could be a Sankta running around, "Whats this place then?"
She doesn't respond.
"Hey. Hey. I'm still talking to you."
Nothing.
"Hey," He reaches out to gently shake her shoulder, annoyed.
The moment his hand 'connects' with her shoulder, she vanishes. His fingers curl back and he takes a startled step back.
"Crap. Thats-" He hisses to himself, cutting himself off as every instinct he had told him this was a bad, bad place to be. What the heck was going on?!
[Ideal Camouflage]
Wired and on edge after his encounter with the ghosts, Flamebringer lets his feet carrying him down the halls and away from whatever that was. He didn't want anything to do with it. He wasn't somebody who was all that interested in mystic crap, and he didn't intend to start now.
Eventually he found himself in place strangely dense with plant life.
It was dumb, but the sight of greenery after all the hard metal walls, and the inexplicable ghosts, made his shoulders relax and he slowed down to look at the vines surrounding him and the other plants.
So this place was abandoned, he guessed. Nobody in their right mind would let this much greenery get out of control in a building... then again it wasn't like there weren't plenty of people who weren't in their right mind.
He walked deeper in, still keeping a weary eye out. Just because he was free of the weird stuff from before didn't mean he was safe.
Out of the corner of his eye he caught movement. Something else was here.
He slowly turned to face it. No sudden moves.
At first he didn't spot anything... but then he saw it. A... beast. He wasn't sure what it was. He hadn't seen anything like it before ((its a cougar)). It was moving with grace in the shadows, watching him.
Even if he didn't know what it was, he recognized the stance of a predator, and he slowly moved his hand to his katana. Grinning despite himself. Finally. Something he could handle on his own terms.
The beast realized it had been spotted, and pounced.
Flamebringer dodged out of the way with a hiss, minding his footing on the uneven ground. The beast landed and immediately whipped around to try again, but this time Flamebringer had the advantage.
With a flash he drew his katana, sword meeting foe mid-air in a violent clash that sent his opponent flying back and crashing back into the jungle floor.
Dashing over he raised his sword to stab it again, he didn't know what it was, and he wasn't risking it taking another shot at him-
He halted as he stood over it. There was no longer a beast. Just a pile of vines, leaves, and some jagged pieces of metal strewn in the pile.
He stepped back, stomach dropping and his sense of danger returned. The pile of debris vaguely resembled the beast he'd been fighting before, but it no longer held any of the life or structure.
What on Terra was GOING ON?!
There's the crunch of a footstep behind him and he whirls around, blade still in hand coming up to point at whoever approached him, eyes wide and wild, aura that of one who wouldn't hesitate to defend himself, or even kill, if given the excuse.