♠ Ace ♠
[Ace stirs from a deep sleep, groaning softly as his senses awaken and he's made aware of each and every ache and pain. Dark eyes open blearily, blinking as his surroundings slowly focus. He's inside, somewhere dark, dank and worse-for-wear. There are slivers of light which peek in through cracks between wooden boards, nailed quickly and crudely up over windows. Snow has fallen in to blanket a portion of the room, dusting the debris and ruin within. He tilts his head to look up at the huge hole in the ceiling through a wispy vale created by his own breath.
It feels as though he hasn't been here long, his legs and fingers have yet to go completely numb. For the first time in years he can feel the cold permeate his bare torso, chilling him to the bone and causing his lips to purple. His teeth chatter as a shudder ripples through his form. A soft hiss escapes as the convulsion rattles and jars his wounds unpleasantly. A hand raises to his chest as he coughs, spitting a little blood to dapple the snow around him.
What is this place? He wonders.
A peek of orange catches his attention and he reaches out to gently take his hat from where it's hung on a fallen beam next to him. From it falls an odd device with only "Use This" taped to it's screen. He sets his hat atop his head and picks up the device, tilting it to-and-fro and studying it curiously. He recognizes the characters on the keys, lined in rows in no particular order (or so it seemed to him). One light pulses, as if the device has a heartbeat. This is set into a key, which he presses and watches the screen flicker to life. A cursor appears, blinking profusely as if impatient and waiting for him to figure something out.
He begins pressing the keys, taking note that they do in fact register on the screen... After some toying around he begins an entry.]
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I'mn not exactly sure whaat I'm supposed to do with this thing, it just said to use it. Is this still Impel Down? Was I left in Freezing Hell? Is this just onen of their twisted ways of tortturing me?
I'm coldd. I can't remember the lass ttime I felt this way. It's sort of hard to hit these tiny keyys. Shiverying...feels odd.
I'm not wearing those Seastone cuffs... but I definitelyy can't use my powers. I don't know what they did to me, so there's not telling if I'll get them back.
I'm no good like this.
I'm hungry. Wounded and need to find better shelter, if there is anything else ou tthere.
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[With that he pockets the device and presses a palm to the snow under him. He slowly gets to his feet, cradling a wounded arm against his stomach and using the wall for leverage. A glance around and he finds his blade, stooping carefully to pick it up, he places it on his belt and begins for a door toward the back of the room.
It takes him a few tests of the knob to realize it's been locked from the outside as if to keep something in.
He turns to stare up at that hole in the ceiling with a wounded sort of glare. He's going to have to climb his way out. He sets to it, using fallen beams and the debris around to carefully scale to the broken wall. He takes a seat on the edge, lifting a hand to tip the brim of his hat up out of his eyes. The wind whips at his face, biting his nose and blowing snow over his face. He has to clasp a hand over the top of his hat to keep it on his head. He remains in awe, surveying the land in wide-eyed disbelief. Before him lies a dead town, broken, beaten and destitute. It almost looked peaceful with the way the snow has covered everything...almost. At least he had several places to pick from and maybe he could find dry wood to start a fire.
He drops to the ground, landing in a crouch to soften the blow and notices a set of old foot prints leading down what could be a road hidden under the snow.
This couldn't be Impel Down. He marveled. A place like this couldn't exist in the 5th level of the great prison. What's more, is there were possibly more people here.
It feels as though he hasn't been here long, his legs and fingers have yet to go completely numb. For the first time in years he can feel the cold permeate his bare torso, chilling him to the bone and causing his lips to purple. His teeth chatter as a shudder ripples through his form. A soft hiss escapes as the convulsion rattles and jars his wounds unpleasantly. A hand raises to his chest as he coughs, spitting a little blood to dapple the snow around him.
What is this place? He wonders.
A peek of orange catches his attention and he reaches out to gently take his hat from where it's hung on a fallen beam next to him. From it falls an odd device with only "Use This" taped to it's screen. He sets his hat atop his head and picks up the device, tilting it to-and-fro and studying it curiously. He recognizes the characters on the keys, lined in rows in no particular order (or so it seemed to him). One light pulses, as if the device has a heartbeat. This is set into a key, which he presses and watches the screen flicker to life. A cursor appears, blinking profusely as if impatient and waiting for him to figure something out.
He begins pressing the keys, taking note that they do in fact register on the screen... After some toying around he begins an entry.]
(viewable content below.)
I'mn not exactly sure whaat I'm supposed to do with this thing, it just said to use it. Is this still Impel Down? Was I left in Freezing Hell? Is this just onen of their twisted ways of tortturing me?
I'm coldd. I can't remember the lass ttime I felt this way. It's sort of hard to hit these tiny keyys. Shiverying...feels odd.
I'm not wearing those Seastone cuffs... but I definitelyy can't use my powers. I don't know what they did to me, so there's not telling if I'll get them back.
I'm no good like this.
I'm hungry. Wounded and need to find better shelter, if there is anything else ou tthere.
(End viewable content)
[With that he pockets the device and presses a palm to the snow under him. He slowly gets to his feet, cradling a wounded arm against his stomach and using the wall for leverage. A glance around and he finds his blade, stooping carefully to pick it up, he places it on his belt and begins for a door toward the back of the room.
It takes him a few tests of the knob to realize it's been locked from the outside as if to keep something in.
He turns to stare up at that hole in the ceiling with a wounded sort of glare. He's going to have to climb his way out. He sets to it, using fallen beams and the debris around to carefully scale to the broken wall. He takes a seat on the edge, lifting a hand to tip the brim of his hat up out of his eyes. The wind whips at his face, biting his nose and blowing snow over his face. He has to clasp a hand over the top of his hat to keep it on his head. He remains in awe, surveying the land in wide-eyed disbelief. Before him lies a dead town, broken, beaten and destitute. It almost looked peaceful with the way the snow has covered everything...almost. At least he had several places to pick from and maybe he could find dry wood to start a fire.
He drops to the ground, landing in a crouch to soften the blow and notices a set of old foot prints leading down what could be a road hidden under the snow.
This couldn't be Impel Down. He marveled. A place like this couldn't exist in the 5th level of the great prison. What's more, is there were possibly more people here.