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genessia2014-06-09 09:11 pm
takeswhatiwant) wrote in genessia2014-06-09 09:11 pm
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WHO: Christian Nolan and OPEN
WHEN: 6/9
WHERE: Near the bay area, heading toward the city.
WHAT: His arrival here on Genessia, is it but just a dream?
The feeling of a well rest had been in good measure with all of the patrolling, all of the fighting and everything that could possibly go wrong for his friends. Christian hadn’t expected the sound of water lapping against something metal. He woke with a start, rocking the cocoon, if it hadn’t been against the rocks he would have rolled it over. His teal eyes widen at the sight before him and his lips part slowly to exhale. At first, he believed that it had been just a dream. It didn’t help that a lot of his dreams recently have been realistic. That had been all due to the fact of finding out that he reincarnates and he was re-living every single one of his memories through his dreams. The assassin still didn’t quite believe them or that were even true. He slowly climbs out of the metal cocoon and realizes the weight around his neck. The white box surprised him, this usually didn’t happen in any of his dreams. As he opens it to gather the contents of the box, he realized there would be no waking up from this dream, he was already awake. This was a reality that he would be in. For how long, he didn’t know.
Christian runs a hand through his short crimson hair, surely the longer he stayed the original color would be coming back. He wasn’t even sure if he would be able to dye it again. Not that, that mattered right now. How was he going to get back to Arcova? How was he going to be able to get back to his friends? More importantly, how would he get back to Renza? His lips pressed tightly, eyebrows furrowed in determination. There had to be a way, right? He looked at the red bills as well as the necklace. He slowly ties the necklace around his neck and hides it within his black and teal assassin robes. He stuffs the bills into one of his pouches and for now he leaves down the hood to his robes as he walks along the path to one of the entrances. The white lights around the cave seemed pretty and gave off an earthly glow. It reminded him of something Conor had told him. Conor could see yellow balls of light, which he would explain were spirits. Christian wondered if they glowed similarly to the white light along the cavern. The sound of the water seemed almost relaxing and at first he almost thought about camping out here. However, in order to survive he would need to get into the city mentioned. Maybe, maybe he wasn’t alone and there would be others. Perhaps, he would be able to find information or get it from among whomever was here.
“I want to wake up… but why can’t I? Is this really real? Or am I stuck in some twisted dream sequence.” He muttered softly to himself as he exits one of the twelve entrances. Christian looks around and notices a stand, walking over to it he grabs one of the fliers, reading over it. He would look for this Harry Dresden later. A wizard, though, only meant he would need to be careful. If he’s anything like Dorian, he would need to be prepared for whatever might happen. If he couldn’t find the wizard, he would at least try finding whoever else was stuck living within the city. Christian wouldn’t necessarily trust anyone, even with stuff given for free. There could be something else hidden, something dangerous. Even then, he has been through a lot and he would be able to handle it.
WHEN: 6/9
WHERE: Near the bay area, heading toward the city.
WHAT: His arrival here on Genessia, is it but just a dream?
The feeling of a well rest had been in good measure with all of the patrolling, all of the fighting and everything that could possibly go wrong for his friends. Christian hadn’t expected the sound of water lapping against something metal. He woke with a start, rocking the cocoon, if it hadn’t been against the rocks he would have rolled it over. His teal eyes widen at the sight before him and his lips part slowly to exhale. At first, he believed that it had been just a dream. It didn’t help that a lot of his dreams recently have been realistic. That had been all due to the fact of finding out that he reincarnates and he was re-living every single one of his memories through his dreams. The assassin still didn’t quite believe them or that were even true. He slowly climbs out of the metal cocoon and realizes the weight around his neck. The white box surprised him, this usually didn’t happen in any of his dreams. As he opens it to gather the contents of the box, he realized there would be no waking up from this dream, he was already awake. This was a reality that he would be in. For how long, he didn’t know.
Christian runs a hand through his short crimson hair, surely the longer he stayed the original color would be coming back. He wasn’t even sure if he would be able to dye it again. Not that, that mattered right now. How was he going to get back to Arcova? How was he going to be able to get back to his friends? More importantly, how would he get back to Renza? His lips pressed tightly, eyebrows furrowed in determination. There had to be a way, right? He looked at the red bills as well as the necklace. He slowly ties the necklace around his neck and hides it within his black and teal assassin robes. He stuffs the bills into one of his pouches and for now he leaves down the hood to his robes as he walks along the path to one of the entrances. The white lights around the cave seemed pretty and gave off an earthly glow. It reminded him of something Conor had told him. Conor could see yellow balls of light, which he would explain were spirits. Christian wondered if they glowed similarly to the white light along the cavern. The sound of the water seemed almost relaxing and at first he almost thought about camping out here. However, in order to survive he would need to get into the city mentioned. Maybe, maybe he wasn’t alone and there would be others. Perhaps, he would be able to find information or get it from among whomever was here.
“I want to wake up… but why can’t I? Is this really real? Or am I stuck in some twisted dream sequence.” He muttered softly to himself as he exits one of the twelve entrances. Christian looks around and notices a stand, walking over to it he grabs one of the fliers, reading over it. He would look for this Harry Dresden later. A wizard, though, only meant he would need to be careful. If he’s anything like Dorian, he would need to be prepared for whatever might happen. If he couldn’t find the wizard, he would at least try finding whoever else was stuck living within the city. Christian wouldn’t necessarily trust anyone, even with stuff given for free. There could be something else hidden, something dangerous. Even then, he has been through a lot and he would be able to handle it.