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Day 55: Dawn

Mar 09, 2011 03:12

Light snowfall marked the beginning of the morning, accompanied by a strange sort of quiet. The usual announcements that came at this time were nowhere to be heard. Thus, one might have expected the institute to have its first peaceful morning, uninterrupted by voices overhead ( Read more... )

firo, lion, ax, america

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M?? immortale March 9 2011, 18:22:17 UTC

The first thing he noticed was that the train had stopped moving.

The second was that he could no longer feel the now-familiar metal of a pair of handcuffs around his wrists.

The third, as he opened his eyes, was that this wasn't actually the train at all.

Firo Prochainezo sat up slowly, taking in his surroundings. Two beds, two desks, two chairs, two wardrobes. All the furniture was in pairs (save for a single dresser), but he was alone in the room. There was one door and no windows... and the door was a door, not the jail bars he'd pictured when he'd first heard Victor Talbot mention Alcatraz. In fact, none of this matched up with what he'd pictured, except for, maybe, the lack of a window ( ... )

M?? moarnomsplz March 10 2011, 02:24:24 UTC

Ax knew the moment he opened his eyes that something was very, very wrong.

He scrambled backwards up the bed, as if he could escape from his human body that way.

Human! Human, and his internal sense of time, of how long he had been in the morph, told him nothing. The last thing he remembered was being at the mall with Marco. Then there was only a blank!

His mouth made strange huffing sounds, as if he had been running instead of sleeping. His clumsy human hands trembled.

Perhaps it was not too late. Ax took several deep breaths, closed his eyes, and tried to focus on his own, true body. The noises from his mouth stopped. His hands steadied. He strained and stretched his legs, hoping to feel those tiny fingers at the ends of them merging, hardening into his hooves; felt his forehead wrinkling from the effort of trying to will his stalk eyes to grow out of the top of his head.

Nothing.

He was stuck.

"Nothlit," he whispered. It was a word he had known all his life, and yet, it sounded odd, as if it had been stripped of meaning. " ( ... )

moarnomsplz March 10 2011, 02:28:26 UTC

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F?? hersalvation March 10 2011, 04:25:52 UTC

Something had disturbed her during sleep; perhaps it was the unfamiliar firmness of the bed, or the distant noise of doors being opened and closed from somewhere beyond, or maybe the simple feeling of having slept for long enough already. Whatever had caused it, it didn't change that Lion's eyes slowly cracked open, the only thing greeting her being the splash of dull white that colored the walls. It was a definite contrast to what she remembered seeing last-- a vast, dark universe where the only evidence of white was the distant swirl of stars, so distant it barely lit anything up at all.

That alone had been enough to surprise her; Lion quickly shot up and took in the surrounding room further. Beds, small desks, dresser drawers, closets. All of it was completely unfamiliar. It couldn't have been anywhere back in the mansion, as mother would have never allowed for a room to be left in... this monotonous, dreary state (and then, for a moment, Lion thought back to where she remembered last... was there a mother for her to return to?), ( ... )

hersalvation March 10 2011, 04:26:05 UTC

Nonetheless, whichever way it went, it didn't explain where she was or why she was wearing such a neatly pressed uniform. Will wouldn't have taken her to such a place like this, would he? ...This had to be some witch's trick, somehow. Bernkastel had been occupied by the Inquisitor, but who knew what the extent of her ability was. Even that made little sense, as the witch had gone to great lengths to ensure Lion understood she was going to die-- but what else was there? Nothing else in this situation made any sense.

This time to wonder all these questions by herself didn't last for long, though; the doorknob across the room clicked open soon enough, and at the sound Lion quickly darted her eyes up. The door swung open, and what walked through wasn't a doctor of any sort as she had been expecting, but a man also in uniform-- an armed one. Lion looked at him strange, but he did the same-- only briefly-- as he noticed her quickly pressing her unbuttoned shirt back together, as if she had been especially exposed before ( ... )

M?? brb_burgers March 10 2011, 09:31:21 UTC

The world went from dark to suddenly bright, fuzzy white when he opened his eyes. Squinting did very little to rectify the issue and reaching up to adjust his glasses did even less. They weren't there-- and he was flat on his back on a bed in some room. One hand groped about blindly in an effort to locate his specs as he sat up, wondering what course of events had led him here without his remembering. He was alone but ( ... )