A screaming, shapeless, blurred mass of brown is hurtling out of the sky and heading directly for the Nexus floor. The limp, tumbling figure suddenly makes contact with the ground, emitting a resounding, earsplitting smack. However, this person is not smeared across the ground like a bug on a windshield, nor is he dead--lucky enough to be protected
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"Deep breaths, darling," is both advice and announcement of her being about an arm's length in front of him, "take a few deep breaths and then we'll sort everything out. It's okay, you're safe here."
She sounds friendly enough.
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Muska opens his eyes experimentally. His vision is returning, but is extremely poor at best. All he sees in front of him are dark, sepia-colored blurs. He stares forward, unsure of who or what he's looking at. He follows Ali's advice anyhow, desperate for even an ounce of reassurance. He squints slightly as he starts to see the light in the Nexus.
"Where am I? Is this still...still Laputa?"
He places his hands over his eyes in discomfort. It's far too bright here.
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He shifts uncomfortably. Everything hurts, but this wreched light--
"It's the light, there's too much light--my eyes hurt--"
He looks up--still blurs, and it doesn't seem like it's going to get any better.
"Ali, ma'am," he tries his best to be polite, still trembling quite a bit, "Laputa was last soaring over the ocean--"
He suddenly begins trembling harder, breathing quickening again. Several scenarios are presenting themselves to him, and he doesn't like any of them.
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"Fear not."
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"Where is this place?"
He asks this while staring in a completely random direction, shaking some. It's too blurry for him to tell exactly where this speaker is.
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The cyborg sits down. "Everywhere...and nowhere."
Really. Be glad you're alive, son.
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"...Limbo?!"
He speaks the word out with a little bit of a strange stress on the 'i', likes something of a distressed gasp. The fallen king is having something of a moral struggle, wondering if he can blame his actions in the last three hours or so on temporary insanity.
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"Ex...excuse me?"
He's sure he hadn't been hearing things. But snakes don't talk. At least not where he comes from. He slowly pulls out his notebook and pages through it, as if there's going to be some sort of explanation in it.
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He looks down at the notebook. There's nothing in it to help him--he knew that, but he had to check.
"Do animals normally speak here? Or just...you?"
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