Rebirth / First and Second Levels
I'm...alive...
[The thought rings out across the Second Level, as the teen wakes, pushing the eyepatch across and sitting up. He's alive...but that's impossible. He felt the pain...pain so strong that the wall Agito had put up hadn't been able to hold it back. He'd felt the horrible ripping sensation that tore him away from his other. And yet...he's alive]
It's not possible...Agito...?
[Yes, his other's there...he can feel the dark in his mind. Agito doesn't answer though, the light can feel his own shock at what was happening.
He looks down at his hands. They're healed, though his jacket is torn. It's like nothing ever happened- wait. What is this...he pulls at a tear on his left sleeve, pulling it open wider] What...? [A mark on his arm, like a tattoo almost. But it was never there before...] Agito...I don't understand...
[The shock is wearing off now, and he's beginning to feel it. The pain, the horror. He'd died. Akito curls his arms around his knees, hugging them to his chest and burying his face in them. And just cries. He doesn't notice that the rain's stopped, that everything looks a little better now. The horror of being killed is too much. He cries, his tiny frame shaking as he wonders why they've been brought to such a terrible place]
I w-wan-nt t-to go h-home...p-pleas-se...
((OOC: First and Second level, either or! Also on the east side of the city for first level))
[The thought rings out across the Second Level, as the teen wakes, pushing the eyepatch across and sitting up. He's alive...but that's impossible. He felt the pain...pain so strong that the wall Agito had put up hadn't been able to hold it back. He'd felt the horrible ripping sensation that tore him away from his other. And yet...he's alive]
It's not possible...Agito...?
[Yes, his other's there...he can feel the dark in his mind. Agito doesn't answer though, the light can feel his own shock at what was happening.
He looks down at his hands. They're healed, though his jacket is torn. It's like nothing ever happened- wait. What is this...he pulls at a tear on his left sleeve, pulling it open wider] What...? [A mark on his arm, like a tattoo almost. But it was never there before...] Agito...I don't understand...
[The shock is wearing off now, and he's beginning to feel it. The pain, the horror. He'd died. Akito curls his arms around his knees, hugging them to his chest and burying his face in them. And just cries. He doesn't notice that the rain's stopped, that everything looks a little better now. The horror of being killed is too much. He cries, his tiny frame shaking as he wonders why they've been brought to such a terrible place]
I w-wan-nt t-to go h-home...p-pleas-se...
((OOC: First and Second level, either or! Also on the east side of the city for first level))