Trial and Error -- The First Attempt! [Open] Feb 28, 2019 12:01:09 GMT -5
Post by hoodwink on Feb 28, 2019 12:01:09 GMT -5
A vast emptiness.
The Vagabond slowly came to, his dull eyes fluttering open. He had no idea how long he had passed out for. Sharp bits of dirt had gotten into his mouth, grinding against his teeth in an uncomfortable way. He open and closed his mouth a little, grimacing at the taste. The man in his mid twenties was laying face first on the floor of a rocky cavern, lightly damp due to spray from the waterfalls continuing to pour all around them. Oh...right... He blinked a few times, slowly, the hood over his head shrouding most of his features. His body was extremely sore and stiff, aching all over the place. It felt like he had been hit by a train. Not just once, a few times.
Coughing a bit, the Vagabond slowly pushed himself onto his hands and knees, rolling over onto his backside with a thud. That small effort alone caused him to catch his breath. He patted his torso, almost as if making sure it was there. So... I'm not dead. He didn't really have a word for it. The bitter taste in his mouth intensified. His dull eyes fell on Tori, standing near him, though she looked different. He noticed a few more of the white cracks lining her body, though the hood she wore shaded most of her features. "Hey." Talking was difficult, mostly due to how much effort it took for his mouth to move. He really felt awful.
She was alive at least, that much was sure. He was glad. He hadn't once thought for a moment that she would get killed by that Heartless. But he had deserted her back there. Well, she did turn on me first. Somehow the sentiment didn't seem helpful. Either way he was vindictive. It was only then that he noticed the younger boy standing next to Tori. He seemed off, almost like he wasn't fully there. A dim reflection. Pale pink light swirled about him, giving him almost an aura-like energy. He looked much like himself, though his face was full of more life and his eyes were blinding. A name popped into his mind, though he hardly registered it.
"Lief...?" That's right. It sounded wrong, though. Like the words coming out of his mouth weren't his. No. He's dead. That's right, Lief couldn't be here. He was dead. An image flashed in his mind, of the boy standing before him, but lifelessly strewn across a pale shore. A heart floating up above, consumed by darkness. Suddenly the Vagabond was on his feet, pointing at the young man, the look of anger and menace on his face masked by the hood he wore.
"What are you doing here?"