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Who: Chrno, and anyone who comes across his arrival.
What: Chrno's arrival.
When: Backdated to his arrival, after his entry in his journal.
Where: Somewhere in Times Square.
Warnings: The usual warnings that happen with Chrno? None that I can think of.
He had no sense of the change in location, and that was probably the worst of it. His head felt funny, almost clouded, and his wings felt heavy against his back. All in all, it felt disorienting, like the gravity knob was increased dramatically, and suddenly it was harder to even stand up. He was aware of everything and yet nothing; it was far too close to swimming under water.
The cold was the last thing he registered, the sensation of snow under his shoes. He glanced around, ears prickling at the sound of absolute nothing around him. It was a city, a city he vaguely recognized.. but then again, all human cities looked the same, didn't they?
The smell was most eerie. The soft scent of humans, but overpowering was.. something else. Something he was unfamiliar with. Demons? Maybe. The uncertainty put him on edge as he walked along, on the alert, trying to find someone. Anyone.
The quiet was too bothersome, and his thoughts drifted to Aion and his ideals as he walked. Was this the type of world he'd create?
It unsettled his stomach to think about that.
What: Chrno's arrival.
When: Backdated to his arrival, after his entry in his journal.
Where: Somewhere in Times Square.
Warnings: The usual warnings that happen with Chrno? None that I can think of.
He had no sense of the change in location, and that was probably the worst of it. His head felt funny, almost clouded, and his wings felt heavy against his back. All in all, it felt disorienting, like the gravity knob was increased dramatically, and suddenly it was harder to even stand up. He was aware of everything and yet nothing; it was far too close to swimming under water.
The cold was the last thing he registered, the sensation of snow under his shoes. He glanced around, ears prickling at the sound of absolute nothing around him. It was a city, a city he vaguely recognized.. but then again, all human cities looked the same, didn't they?
The smell was most eerie. The soft scent of humans, but overpowering was.. something else. Something he was unfamiliar with. Demons? Maybe. The uncertainty put him on edge as he walked along, on the alert, trying to find someone. Anyone.
The quiet was too bothersome, and his thoughts drifted to Aion and his ideals as he walked. Was this the type of world he'd create?
It unsettled his stomach to think about that.