[004: Commentlog]
[The man opens his eyes.
His mind is blissfully blank, his body relaxed and peaceful. But he doesn't know these terms, doesn't know the words, doesn't know anything but what he sees in front of his face--at this moment, the gray ceiling above him.
"Gray." Gray is a sensation, a dull sensation, cool and impartial and rough in the best of times.
He becomes aware of sound, as well, a loud pattering outside that fills his ears, but doesn't mean a thing. His lips curve upward slightly--he likes this sound. It's soothing, comforting for reasons he cannot understand--white noise. "White" noise. White.
White is a sensation as well, warm and inviting and welcoming him into its arms. It washes over him, and he turns his face into it, eyes closing... and white becoming black.
"Black" is the opposite of white. It's cold, cold and lonesome. It feels as though he's stumbling on his own, blind, helpless... and yet, he can see everything through it as well.
Which are you?
He opens his eyes again, this time becoming aware of the mattress underneath his back. He can sees the gray above him now, but neither the white nor the black robbed him of his sight, as he somehow knows they should have. He feels... balanced.
The man is now aware of his body, of the way it moves and works. He sits up, wondering, running his hands through his hair and climbing to his feet. After that his memory begins to fill in quicker, supplying him with more words ("cell," and "bed," and "ceiling," for a few) and allowing him actual thought, rather than just sensation.
Riku doesn't notice the leather-bound book, instead drawn by the door and its obvious differences from the walls. His mind dredges up the memory of how to open it quickly, and he steps out into the hall, looking around.
Why is he here?
He frowns, knowing that the answer is somewhere. He -knows- that. But it feels just out of reach, just beyond...
The memory snaps into place, and the world around him takes on an entirely new light.
Xion.
He has to find Xion.]
[ooc: Riku died! He's currently running around the keep looking for Xion, but he's looking very different than any of the keep's residents may know him. Riku is now in Ansem's form, taller, bigger, and with even more ridiculous hair than before! Oh, and amber eyes. And with a different voice to match :| All in all, the only thing recognizable about him will be the coat he's got on and his boots, which precisely match the ones you may be used to seeing Riku in...
All replies will be coming from unleashedpower!]
His mind is blissfully blank, his body relaxed and peaceful. But he doesn't know these terms, doesn't know the words, doesn't know anything but what he sees in front of his face--at this moment, the gray ceiling above him.
"Gray." Gray is a sensation, a dull sensation, cool and impartial and rough in the best of times.
He becomes aware of sound, as well, a loud pattering outside that fills his ears, but doesn't mean a thing. His lips curve upward slightly--he likes this sound. It's soothing, comforting for reasons he cannot understand--white noise. "White" noise. White.
White is a sensation as well, warm and inviting and welcoming him into its arms. It washes over him, and he turns his face into it, eyes closing... and white becoming black.
"Black" is the opposite of white. It's cold, cold and lonesome. It feels as though he's stumbling on his own, blind, helpless... and yet, he can see everything through it as well.
Which are you?
He opens his eyes again, this time becoming aware of the mattress underneath his back. He can sees the gray above him now, but neither the white nor the black robbed him of his sight, as he somehow knows they should have. He feels... balanced.
The man is now aware of his body, of the way it moves and works. He sits up, wondering, running his hands through his hair and climbing to his feet. After that his memory begins to fill in quicker, supplying him with more words ("cell," and "bed," and "ceiling," for a few) and allowing him actual thought, rather than just sensation.
Riku doesn't notice the leather-bound book, instead drawn by the door and its obvious differences from the walls. His mind dredges up the memory of how to open it quickly, and he steps out into the hall, looking around.
Why is he here?
He frowns, knowing that the answer is somewhere. He -knows- that. But it feels just out of reach, just beyond...
The memory snaps into place, and the world around him takes on an entirely new light.
Xion.
He has to find Xion.]
[ooc: Riku died! He's currently running around the keep looking for Xion, but he's looking very different than any of the keep's residents may know him. Riku is now in Ansem's form, taller, bigger, and with even more ridiculous hair than before! Oh, and amber eyes. And with a different voice to match :| All in all, the only thing recognizable about him will be the coat he's got on and his boots, which precisely match the ones you may be used to seeing Riku in...
All replies will be coming from unleashedpower!]