To Touch the Stars (Hoodwink, Ziya) Mar 27, 2019 23:25:39 GMT -5
Post by hoodwink on Mar 27, 2019 23:25:39 GMT -5
Was it a fluke? The jaguar had appeared right as the Vagabond had remembered it. Unable to recall the name of the friend he had met on this world, instead the memory had turned to one of the first enemies he had faced on this world. At the time, he hadn't been nearly as powerful, having fled from it. It had been a form of guardian from this world, though he wasn't sure exactly what kind. "I think...I get...how this...works now!" Speaking in between gulps of air as he sat on the floor of the tent, the researcher barked a laugh, followed by incessant coughing as he waved a hand. "No, no, we won't have to run anymore." Pushing himself up to his feet, the man dusted himself off.
Removing the steel blue jacket from around his torso, the Vagabond fashioned the hot layer around his waist. The brunette man wore a white t-shirt with a tidal wave graphic, finding relief in the adjustment. Boy...this jungle is hot... The heat caused him to remember an image of rushing waterfalls in a quiet cavern, hidden in the depths of the world. Suddenly the man jolted, hearing Ailill. "Focus solely on what happens next and remember there's an exit this time." His dull green eyes found the cloaked swordsman, a sheepish smirk emerging on his face as he rubbed the back of his head, further disturbing his already messy hair.
"Ah, yeah...seems I got caught up in the memory." The Vagabond let out a hollow laugh, shaking his head as he ducked through the tent entrance. Emerging back out into the clearing littered with luggage, the Vagabond lifted a hand to shield his eyes from the blaring sun. Towards their left was a small path, lined with tall rocky cliff sides. Pointing towards the direction of the path, the Vagabond spoke over his shoulder to his comrade. "C'mon, it's this way." Walking through the clearing and onto the path, the Vagabond and Ailill were soon surrounded by the tall cliff sides, small patches of green flora tufted out every now and then.
The faint stench of darkness filled the air, a familiar sensation washing over the researcher as the darkness called out to his heart. He could hear it, the heart of this world. It's just like before...! When he had come to this world searching for test subjects, he had sensed a strong presence of darkness deep within the Jungle. Following the scent had led him here, where the presence grew stronger. Due to the darkness already residing within the man, he couldn't feel the shift in gravity or pressure it had. But I didn't stick around here? It was slowly coming back to him as he took in his surroundings.
A portal of darkness lurked on one of the small tufts jutting out from the cliffside. Looking up at it, the Vagabond sensed a familiarity. There it is. He had abandoned them here, whoever his friend that he couldn't remember was. Thinking they had turned on him, the Vagabond had escaped and fled to where he had sensed the darkness. Hopping up to the tuft of grass, the researcher walked through the portal of darkness, motioning for Ailill to follow.
The two were brought forth into a dimly lit cavern, one where the entrance was shrouded by a large cascading waterfall. There were many other smaller waterfalls inside, echoing throughout the deep cave. "Here it is, the Heart of the World." The Vagabond sighed in relief as he stepped deeper into the cavern. Sure enough, in the deepest corner of the area was a tall wooden door, exactly like what they had seen in the foyer. Grasping the handle, the Vagabond pushed the door open, stepping up the flight of white stairs ahead.
It seems they had found the exit.