one | voice
... WHOA! WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA! Hang on a second here! Are these...
Wings! I have wings! How did I-- who put these here?! They're terrible! I can't even fly with them! I mean, what's the point? Aside from making me look ridiculous. And if that is the point, it's a pretty ...
... wait a second.
[ It was the pain that woke him. Aching in his shoulder blades. A bizarre sense of urgency, combined with the pain, had made him bolt up into a sitting position, hands flying to his back. ]
Where ... am I?
[ What ... was this place? Where... hadn't he been in jail?
"Let's get this over with, Rider."
"Where are we going? ... oh."
... he didn't remember anything after that. Why couldn't he remember anything? It couldn't be that... that they'd...
He brings a hand to his throat, a briefly horrified look passing through his eyes. No. No, he couldn't've...
His hand drops, and he looks up at the trees around him. He breathes in -- out. Slowly.
The journal doesn't pick up anything else after that. He's gone -- searching for some sign.
It will be at least two hours until the feed picks up again. A tired, frustrated Eugene has returned to the same place he began, lost beyond belief. On finally noticing the journal, he'd decided to flip through it. Way to pass the time, right? At least until he felt like searching again.
... and his eyebrows slowly crawl up his face as he notices the bizarre set up on each page. Hears the voices, reads the words. ... what the heck is this? Some sort of ... it's got to be magic. ]
AAAH!
[ He flings the journal without thinking. A book! It's magic! It writes words and talks on its own and how many bizarre magical things that you don't expect to be magical can one man run into in the space of two days?! WHY IS IT MAGIC?!
... no wait, wait, he needs that! He scrambles back over to it, lunging for the book and ending up on his stomach in the grass. There are twigs pressing into his skin in a way that's very uncomfortable, but he doesn't even care. ]
Hey, who's there?! Can anyone hear me?! Why is the book magic? What's going on?!
(ooc; lion's share of tags may come in the morning.)
Wings! I have wings! How did I-- who put these here?! They're terrible! I can't even fly with them! I mean, what's the point? Aside from making me look ridiculous. And if that is the point, it's a pretty ...
... wait a second.
[ It was the pain that woke him. Aching in his shoulder blades. A bizarre sense of urgency, combined with the pain, had made him bolt up into a sitting position, hands flying to his back. ]
Where ... am I?
[ What ... was this place? Where... hadn't he been in jail?
"Let's get this over with, Rider."
"Where are we going? ... oh."
... he didn't remember anything after that. Why couldn't he remember anything? It couldn't be that... that they'd...
He brings a hand to his throat, a briefly horrified look passing through his eyes. No. No, he couldn't've...
His hand drops, and he looks up at the trees around him. He breathes in -- out. Slowly.
The journal doesn't pick up anything else after that. He's gone -- searching for some sign.
It will be at least two hours until the feed picks up again. A tired, frustrated Eugene has returned to the same place he began, lost beyond belief. On finally noticing the journal, he'd decided to flip through it. Way to pass the time, right? At least until he felt like searching again.
... and his eyebrows slowly crawl up his face as he notices the bizarre set up on each page. Hears the voices, reads the words. ... what the heck is this? Some sort of ... it's got to be magic. ]
AAAH!
[ He flings the journal without thinking. A book! It's magic! It writes words and talks on its own and how many bizarre magical things that you don't expect to be magical can one man run into in the space of two days?! WHY IS IT MAGIC?!
... no wait, wait, he needs that! He scrambles back over to it, lunging for the book and ending up on his stomach in the grass. There are twigs pressing into his skin in a way that's very uncomfortable, but he doesn't even care. ]
Hey, who's there?! Can anyone hear me?! Why is the book magic? What's going on?!
(ooc; lion's share of tags may come in the morning.)