**9; frequency online
[unbeknownst to anyone but Angeal -details for fun-]
It was numbing, this cold. He was half in a daze. Sleep lulling him in but the sheer cold threatening to do worse. A hollowing wind blew and stung the front of his face, shocking him awake completely. Eyes flinched and watered as they adjusted to the blinding surroundings. He sat in no less than 7 inches of freezing snow. ... snow...? Angeal questioned himself. While the question of why he was in snow and were he really was, he noticed moreover he had something more than before. A blanket. He wouldn't.
His grip tightened, mind whirling. That wind kicked up again with a stale smell and before he knew it, he was up and walking. A quick glance around didn't tell his weary mind much. Everything was blanketed in snow. There were massive cranes, torn apart buildings and a then to either side of him; what looked like smoke pillars, or the bow of a ship. Mounds of snow cascaded into each other and around the sunken objects. With another step into the snow-lain pier, it creaked and felt as if it was giving in. Now with haste, Angeal ran off and onto the much more broadened tundra as what he left behind threatened to drop him.
More glances, more studying of his surroundings. Nothingness. White. freezing. Abandoned. The land seemed vast and uninhabited. Suddenly he was jerked, thrown down face first into the snow. With a painful grunt, he realized the extent of all his wounds. Hands searched shakily and feverishly on the ground for what caused him falling. An edge with rivets. Farther down near his feet, a handle.
With muscles nearly all back, a few tugs opened the hatch. What should have been pitch black to him, wasn't. It was as if since he was taken, he regained his ability to see in darkness as well as his build. However, the space he found was large. Filed with mostly rusted machinery. But it was out of the wind and a place to rest. With a sigh he jumped in, the hatch slamming above him. Angeal shook the blanket free of snow, found a wall and curled up on the floor before once again drifting into a concerned slumber.
[/irl happenings]
[There is no post. No text, voice nor video. Simply, his frequency is connected back to the network. His communicator is on and fully functional.]
{ooc; HAHA. Back guys~ so you're more than welcome to address Angeal! He's just going to be completely dazed, confused and extremely tired. That might make him a little more stubborn to get information if he doesn't know you, but do feel free to chat~!! He's going to very much appreciate everyone looking for him <33.}
It was numbing, this cold. He was half in a daze. Sleep lulling him in but the sheer cold threatening to do worse. A hollowing wind blew and stung the front of his face, shocking him awake completely. Eyes flinched and watered as they adjusted to the blinding surroundings. He sat in no less than 7 inches of freezing snow. ... snow...? Angeal questioned himself. While the question of why he was in snow and were he really was, he noticed moreover he had something more than before. A blanket. He wouldn't.
His grip tightened, mind whirling. That wind kicked up again with a stale smell and before he knew it, he was up and walking. A quick glance around didn't tell his weary mind much. Everything was blanketed in snow. There were massive cranes, torn apart buildings and a then to either side of him; what looked like smoke pillars, or the bow of a ship. Mounds of snow cascaded into each other and around the sunken objects. With another step into the snow-lain pier, it creaked and felt as if it was giving in. Now with haste, Angeal ran off and onto the much more broadened tundra as what he left behind threatened to drop him.
More glances, more studying of his surroundings. Nothingness. White. freezing. Abandoned. The land seemed vast and uninhabited. Suddenly he was jerked, thrown down face first into the snow. With a painful grunt, he realized the extent of all his wounds. Hands searched shakily and feverishly on the ground for what caused him falling. An edge with rivets. Farther down near his feet, a handle.
With muscles nearly all back, a few tugs opened the hatch. What should have been pitch black to him, wasn't. It was as if since he was taken, he regained his ability to see in darkness as well as his build. However, the space he found was large. Filed with mostly rusted machinery. But it was out of the wind and a place to rest. With a sigh he jumped in, the hatch slamming above him. Angeal shook the blanket free of snow, found a wall and curled up on the floor before once again drifting into a concerned slumber.
[/irl happenings]
[There is no post. No text, voice nor video. Simply, his frequency is connected back to the network. His communicator is on and fully functional.]
{ooc; HAHA. Back guys~ so you're more than welcome to address Angeal! He's just going to be completely dazed, confused and extremely tired. That might make him a little more stubborn to get information if he doesn't know you, but do feel free to chat~!! He's going to very much appreciate everyone looking for him <33.}