He's baaaaaaaack
[Being dead was an altogether strange sensation, in that there was no sensation at all. It was as if he'd been asleep for almost a month, though when his consciousness first returned, he simply felt numb, as if suspended in a cold gel. He couldn't move, or see, or hear anything, but he was aware. Aware of the infinite black nothingness that surrounded and enveloped him. Time and space no longer existed, and he was immaterial as his mind floated in that cold empty space. He stayed in that state of semi-consciousness for what seemed like an eternity, never able to form a complete thought, but paradoxically aware that he was dead.
Slowly, over the course of an apparent eternity, his body reformed around his consciousness, cell by cell, until he could again feel his extremities, but not move them. The cold became all the more penetrating as his mind pieced itself back together with his body, and his thoughts became clearer and more coherent.
Then at once, everything came rushing back so quickly that the total sensory overload that ensued was possibly the most intense pain he'd ever felt in his life, and then settled just as quickly as he returned to the land of the living.
Red eyes fluttered open, and Nascour was immediately greeted by the blinding light of day, causing him to blink furiously until they adjusted. Those eyes, while still red, now lacked the black sclera that had made his face appear so demonic before, and when he pushed himself to a seated position in the snow of the CMA, it became apparent that his hair once again obeyed gravity. His clothes remained the same, however; the same tattered purple bodysuit he'd worn during his takeover attempt, and the only real indicator of his previous state. Aside from that bodysuit, he looked... normal, but felt weak.]
...And so I return to life.
Slowly, over the course of an apparent eternity, his body reformed around his consciousness, cell by cell, until he could again feel his extremities, but not move them. The cold became all the more penetrating as his mind pieced itself back together with his body, and his thoughts became clearer and more coherent.
Then at once, everything came rushing back so quickly that the total sensory overload that ensued was possibly the most intense pain he'd ever felt in his life, and then settled just as quickly as he returned to the land of the living.
Red eyes fluttered open, and Nascour was immediately greeted by the blinding light of day, causing him to blink furiously until they adjusted. Those eyes, while still red, now lacked the black sclera that had made his face appear so demonic before, and when he pushed himself to a seated position in the snow of the CMA, it became apparent that his hair once again obeyed gravity. His clothes remained the same, however; the same tattered purple bodysuit he'd worn during his takeover attempt, and the only real indicator of his previous state. Aside from that bodysuit, he looked... normal, but felt weak.]
...And so I return to life.