It Is Inside All Of Us [tag: lightning] Apr 4, 2014 15:57:08 GMT -5
Post by vincent on Apr 4, 2014 15:57:08 GMT -5
What was this place? There was no ounce of light in this planet that could be attributed to a sun. There were swirling glowing all over the world. It was green, the colour of a dark mint. What purpose it served he did not know. It was fluid, constantly moving but not necessarily generating the light he was using to see. In fact Vincent wasn't sure how he was seeing at all. The black darkness of the world was a swamp land of thick blank black. It was as though the world was one dimensional but that couldn't be. The tall structures were tall and looming and empty. There was nothing here. No one. Desolate of life Vincent wondered how there was even air here to breathe.
Black swirls seemingly left through open wounds in the world - portals, for lack of a better word. Vincent frowned as he watched the wisps be sucked through the schisms. What was going and what was it going to do when it was there. Perhaps this was like the life stream pumping life to other places. Since when was life black though? And if it was a place of life, life born of lifelessness, should it not be the green swirls that were the product? It looked awfully like Mako. Vincent harboured only questions. Questions he didn't think were going to be answered.
Where he was he didn't know. Worlds weren't exactly signposted. He had used Crimson Mist to travel here but he had been aiming for home. Gaia was a planet he did not want to forsake. He felt it was time to return there to check in. AVALANCHE had kind of become the main defence of the planet. Midgard was a desolate city, wrought to ruin as the world found its feet again. The loss of Shinra was great sending waves around the world. But people were happy to be free even if energy was in limited supply and sometimes they had to resort to candles and torches. Was it still standing? He hoped so. He hadn't just saved the planet for it to be lost to this new evil.
he felt strange here. It was almost too big, and Vincent liked space, openness and silence. But there wasn't even a wind. No background noise greeted his sharp ears. There was nothing save for the gentle woosh over to his left as the black swirls left. This looked like what could have been a beach.