He wasn't entirely sure what was going on. The dream he'd had was vivid in his mind - stepping into the darkness as though he could fly... and fly he had, until he seemed to have sunk into a cocoon filled with goo.
It didn't take long at all for his body's instincts to kick in. He was trapped in something filled with goo, and that seemed rather counterproductive to things such as breathing. Strong hands with long, graceful fingers reached out, those fingers curving into claws as they touched the side of the pod. He pulled -and promptly found himself sprawled on the floor in a cascade of goo
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Consciousness flooded back like a particularly strong tidal wave, spreading to fill every cranny of his mind. He took a breath before he really thought about it and instantly felt his mouth fill with something sticky and viscous, which tasted somewhat the way damp socks smelled.
He gagged and kicked reflexively. His toes struck out against something fibrous, and the sensation was enough enough to override his panic. He curled forward, reaching to replace his toes with fingers, and dug into the fibrous wall. One finger sunk in and then, in rapid succession, the other nine. He gave a great pull, and the wall split, pouring him and the mess of goo out onto the floor.
He was vaguely aware of two others in the room, but their presence seemed momentarily inconsequential as he sat, spitting and clawing at his hair, trying to remove all traces of the goo.
"Oh, this is just delightful," he snapped, mostly to himself.
He'd never get a break, would he? He quietly handed the both of them a towel each to get the junk off of them, cleared his throat, and began..
"Welcome to Edensphere. You've just been born. Neither of you remember a damned thing of your past lives, even your names. Because we are born nameless, one must come up with a name for ourselves. Here, I am called Gungnir. What are your names?"
He waited a fair amount of time for them to dry off before handing them their clothing. The chamber was rather warm, but being covered in that goo surely didn't help to retain body heat at all.
He took the clothes with a curt nod and put them on. A shower would be in order anyway, as his hair was still sticky and disgusting, but this would do for now.
When Gungnir asked what his name was, he frowned slightly. "I don't know," he finally said, his tone curt and abrupt. He didn't know how to go about making up a name for himself - in fact, if it were up to him, he'd rather know his real name.
"What the hell kind of place is this?" he finally demanded, looking around at all the cocoons and back at the one he'd crawled out of. "Why are we here?"
He was only half listening as the other new arrival, obvious as such due to the goo and nakedness, began asking questions of their host. His mind was busily digesting this idea that he did not know who he was. As he turned the thought over, he was rather surprised to find it correct. He did not, in fact, have any memories, not even memories of having a past life.
He pulled his pantlegs on one at a time, noting in an offhand, objective manner that he seemed distressed by how plain and pedestrian the pants and shirt both were. An important clue to this past life, perhaps? Or possibly just a good sense of aesthetics.
Thanks to this overwhelming distraction, he missed the question about names entirely.
"I should like to second those questions," he said when his pants were securely on, turning his attention to the buttons of the shirt.
"If you can believe it, the plainest answer I can give is that we're in a tree surrounded by small islands in a glass-like orb of sorts," he replied.
"One of the first things you have to learn is that questions like those don't really have much of an answer; this place is strange enough to defy logic, so why exhaust yourself with useless questions?"
He sighed in fair exasperation and handed them their money and journals. "I don't know why any of us are here, either. Maybe we died and came here, or maybe someone put us here, who knows? If you want to regain your memories so damned badly and answer the questions yourselves, there are rare memory crystals that can be obtained to help with the process. How to get them, I don't know either. They're typically found on accident."
He glanced at the journal and the money, then finally reached out and took them. Those weren't the answers he was hoping for.
"Fine," he said coolly, "I will find the answers on my own."
The matter of a name was still a problem, though. The man himself had said that they were just born and had no idea what their names were, so why the hell had he asked what their names were?
"I almost feel we need more exact question before we go looking for answers," he remarked. It was just an instinct but with little else to go on, instinct seemed to carry a lot of weight.
He stood up and took the bag and book from the strange man whose name he had momentarily forgotten, giving him a little nod of thanks. He turned the book over first, inspecting its back cover and its spine. Opening it, he found that it was already filled with writing, in many different hands. Then, he opened the bag and glanced inside at the coins, a few handfuls worth, shining brightly. Finally, he shut that and looked at the others.
"A name?" he said. "I suppose it isn't practical to simply hope I remember my old one."
[ooc: Should've asked this before, but is Edensphere currency made of something specific? Basically, I need to know if any of the coins might be made of silver. :)]
[ooc: They are made of scrap metals and wood from the tree itself.]"Well of course. Noone remembers their name, so they choose one for themselves. I chose Gungnir based on something that happened in my dream. Based on the ones you had, what might you think yours is
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He scrunched up his brows and thought about this for a while. A name? Just any old name? He might as well call himself book or door or odd magical journal for they seemed to have as much meaning as the few names he could list off hand.
But then, when he was just getting bored of this, something stuck: a single word, like a bright flash of metallic light in his mind.
"Argent," he said firmly. "It seems familiar somehow."
It seemed dangerous, actually, and deeply worrying now that he thought about it more closely, but he'd already said it allowed, and he thought he was probably not the type to go back on decisions once made.
"Happy Birthday, Infinity and Argent," he said with a bow.
"If you folks are ready to go, I shall escort you to your housing for the time being. I encourage you settle in for a while, then have a look around as to what sort of jobs you might feel comfortable doing. There are plenty of people here to get to know, and many opportunities to help regain your memories."
It didn't take long at all for his body's instincts to kick in. He was trapped in something filled with goo, and that seemed rather counterproductive to things such as breathing. Strong hands with long, graceful fingers reached out, those fingers curving into claws as they touched the side of the pod. He pulled -and promptly found himself sprawled on the floor in a cascade of goo ( ... )
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He gagged and kicked reflexively. His toes struck out against something fibrous, and the sensation was enough enough to override his panic. He curled forward, reaching to replace his toes with fingers, and dug into the fibrous wall. One finger sunk in and then, in rapid succession, the other nine. He gave a great pull, and the wall split, pouring him and the mess of goo out onto the floor.
He was vaguely aware of two others in the room, but their presence seemed momentarily inconsequential as he sat, spitting and clawing at his hair, trying to remove all traces of the goo.
"Oh, this is just delightful," he snapped, mostly to himself.
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"Welcome to Edensphere. You've just been born. Neither of you remember a damned thing of your past lives, even your names. Because we are born nameless, one must come up with a name for ourselves. Here, I am called Gungnir. What are your names?"
He waited a fair amount of time for them to dry off before handing them their clothing. The chamber was rather warm, but being covered in that goo surely didn't help to retain body heat at all.
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When Gungnir asked what his name was, he frowned slightly. "I don't know," he finally said, his tone curt and abrupt. He didn't know how to go about making up a name for himself - in fact, if it were up to him, he'd rather know his real name.
"What the hell kind of place is this?" he finally demanded, looking around at all the cocoons and back at the one he'd crawled out of. "Why are we here?"
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He pulled his pantlegs on one at a time, noting in an offhand, objective manner that he seemed distressed by how plain and pedestrian the pants and shirt both were. An important clue to this past life, perhaps? Or possibly just a good sense of aesthetics.
Thanks to this overwhelming distraction, he missed the question about names entirely.
"I should like to second those questions," he said when his pants were securely on, turning his attention to the buttons of the shirt.
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"One of the first things you have to learn is that questions like those don't really have much of an answer; this place is strange enough to defy logic, so why exhaust yourself with useless questions?"
He sighed in fair exasperation and handed them their money and journals. "I don't know why any of us are here, either. Maybe we died and came here, or maybe someone put us here, who knows? If you want to regain your memories so damned badly and answer the questions yourselves, there are rare memory crystals that can be obtained to help with the process. How to get them, I don't know either. They're typically found on accident."
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"Fine," he said coolly, "I will find the answers on my own."
The matter of a name was still a problem, though. The man himself had said that they were just born and had no idea what their names were, so why the hell had he asked what their names were?
"I need a name," he finally said grudgingly.
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He stood up and took the bag and book from the strange man whose name he had momentarily forgotten, giving him a little nod of thanks. He turned the book over first, inspecting its back cover and its spine. Opening it, he found that it was already filled with writing, in many different hands. Then, he opened the bag and glanced inside at the coins, a few handfuls worth, shining brightly. Finally, he shut that and looked at the others.
"A name?" he said. "I suppose it isn't practical to simply hope I remember my old one."
[ooc: Should've asked this before, but is Edensphere currency made of something specific? Basically, I need to know if any of the coins might be made of silver. :)]
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"Infinity," he finally said, his voice neutral. "That will work well enough until I remember my real name."
He looked at the map, frowning. This whole place was incredibly confusing, but somehow... well, at least the map would be useful.
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But then, when he was just getting bored of this, something stuck: a single word, like a bright flash of metallic light in his mind.
"Argent," he said firmly. "It seems familiar somehow."
It seemed dangerous, actually, and deeply worrying now that he thought about it more closely, but he'd already said it allowed, and he thought he was probably not the type to go back on decisions once made.
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"If you folks are ready to go, I shall escort you to your housing for the time being. I encourage you settle in for a while, then have a look around as to what sort of jobs you might feel comfortable doing. There are plenty of people here to get to know, and many opportunities to help regain your memories."
"...Any further questions before we head out?"
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