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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2015 3:03:15 GMT -5
When was the last time he’d experienced such a thing?
The salty smell of the waves as they crashed on the shore. The light, cool wind, blowing in from the great unknown. The way the twinkling stars blinked and shone on the dark water; everything in the area lit by nothing but the light of the moon and the cosmos above. Such a serene peace, it would relax even the most tense of men.
The last time Angeal had seen the ocean, the sounds of gunfire and explosions had been on either side of him, the sounds of waves drowned out by the sounds of screams and orders and magic. Slowly, his glowing blue gaze scanned the scene, taking in all that he could with an attempt to relax. However, not even the onslaught of comfort to his senses couldn’t remove the Soldier’s perpetual frown, nor could it shake the mild, uneasy feeling from his gut.
It wasn’t memories from the past that were haunting Angeal, though. His gloved hands tightened on his elbows, his eyebrows furrowing.
This was a beautiful place, yet, the Soldier had no idea where this place was.
He wasted no time reassuring himself that it wasn’t Wutai. No, the sand was different, the constellations were different … This was no place the Soldier was familiar with, and to make matters worse, he hadn’t felt the presence of a single, other being on this strange island yet. In the distance, he could see the lights of another island; most likely the main island, he reasoned. Angeal scratched his chin, releasing a light sigh. It would be easy to migrate over to the main island, but without any other information, he couldn’t quite formulate whether or not it was a good idea. If the inhabitants weren’t peaceful, he’d be outnumbered, and he’d rather avoid a scene if possible.
“I can’t stay here forever,” Angeal reminded himself, both amused and annoyed at his predicament. But, where would he go? How did he get here in the first place?
Stuck with more questions than he had answers, the Soldier continued to gaze out at the dark ocean, attempting to tame the twitching muscle in his arm. Though he hadn’t sensed anyone on this island, Angeal couldn’t help but feel uneasy.
After all, he’d woken up here with no memory of how, or when, or why. Who’s to say the same thing wouldn’t happen to someone else?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2015 1:16:29 GMT -5
(Fun fact, the Whitewalker was named for the concept you and Zo shared with me for your collaborated OCs, the "skinwalker" aspect at least. Also the blue Whitewalker is a link. Clicky.) "Time for a test run." "Are you certain that's wise?" "Of course not, but it sounds fun!" "...Very well. I will protect you, as always."
Rayne and Fenrir. Their souls were intertwined, pulled together by the destiny thrust upon Rayne's slim shoulders by naught more than the blood running through her veins. They exchanged words, signaled understanding and appreciation for one another... The last things Rayne clearly remembered before, well...
A rush of air and pressure flushed over her skin. Her goal was to test the warping capabilities of her newest completed model, the Whitewalker, which would hopefully succeed. As she had begun the tests, something within the Whitewalker malfunctioned, rejecting her from within it mid-wormhole. She solidified within the swirling blackness that took her from her workshop in Radiant Garden, to her destination of Destiny Islands.
The sensation of pressure, the flow of cold, alien air gliding across her skin, it felt euphoric. It was new, exciting, and dangerous, yes... But these mishaps, these stunts pulled with no guarantee that they'd work out, they provided a rush that just couldn't be emulated elsewhere. At least not as far as this young, relatively pure maiden was concerned.
As the wormhole went on, and she passed through it faster and faster, she felt something hard eventually tap her on the back. As Rayne attempted to spin her neck around, she noticed it to be the shoulder of her Whitewalker... For a moment, she worried it had been separated from her, but thankfully it turned out okay.
Her objective, in the form of a far-off light at the end of the tunnel she was thrust through at high velocity, began to near. As it came brighter and brighter, a portal eventually opened on the sandy beach she had intended, swirling around with little lights, almost mirroring the image of the night sky over the world she was about to abruptly land on. When Rayne exited the portal, she did not do so from the front. Nor the side. Nor even the top. No, she came out the bottom. And with a loud thud.
The sand beneath her did well to cushion her entrance, though her body still reeled from the shock of immediately being thrust into it. She gasped sharply upon impact, before quickly recalling the machine that had tapped her on the way in. With great haste, Rayne pressed her hands into the sand, pushing her upper body up enough to pull her knees under her torso, before quickly pushing her whole body forward to roll out of the way.
Almost as if perfectly timed, her machine came crashing in behind her in a hobbled mess of collapsed metal. It would likely be difficult to ascertain its size, given the hobbled state it was in, but if it were to stand, it would be roughly the size of a human of 6'2", albeit a noticeable amount wider. It summoned forth a puff of sand into the air as it landed. For a moment, Rayne looked back over her shoulder, as she remained sat upon the ground after her roll, staring toward her machine. The portal had also closed, she noted...
Then, suddenly and victoriously, Rayne leapt up into the air, cheering gleefully with a 'WOOOO' as she did so. Her twintails bounced up and down with each of Rayne's successive jumps. "That was a blast!" With each jump, her skirt waved up and down to reveal her slick black modesty shorts. (She's a proper lady, after all.) Her stylish coat, stained ever so lightly here and there with oil and grease, did well to protect her from the air she had only just noticed belonged to that of the night. It was a little more chilly than she thought it would be. Rayne's celebration ended abruptly when she noticed that she wasn't alone here...
A man, tall, a little older, it seemed, and somewhat handsome stood a ways off. Rayne could only hope she didn't look completely insane... But only time would tell. A light pink flared up on her slim face as embarrassment wormed its way into her mood. "Uhm," Rayne mumbled for a moment. Her embarrassment didn't last long before her natural energy picked up once again and she approached the man, her stride being casual, but purposeful---Her blush fading away into a friendly smile. "Hey! My name's Rayne! What's your name?" Though she stood at only 5'4", Rayne offered her hand for a shake with the grace and confidence of someone much taller. She had a small frame, but a big heart.
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