Sep 08, 2011 20:36
[ jet wakes up, and is stock still for a moment. what the heck is this... he gropes at his chest; no pain, no wound. he looks around the room. no one. what in the-- ]
Smellerbee? Longshot? ...Aang? Guys! Where did the Dai--
[ and then it hits him. of course there's no one here right now. of course he doesn't feel any pain anymore. he's dead. it's over.
his fists curls at his sides for a second, but he'd been on his way to accepting it already, and he has no time for regrets at this moment. he jumps off the bed, and the first thing he does is grab up his hook swords, which are lying at the foot of the bed. next to them, is an open journal. he flips through it for a few seconds. he mutters: ]
Not exactly what I thought the Spirit World would be like.
[ and then he pretty much just stuffs it in his pocket. he straps on his swords, and then heads out to explore the place he's apparently going to spend the rest of his non-life. ]
[ ooc; HI. +_+ feel free to come across him anywhere, he's walking around. ]
!intro,
jet