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Jul 20, 2008 11:58

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 ( Read more... )

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vicioussweetie July 21 2008, 00:08:47 UTC
Ali can't resist a plea for help (no, seriously, it's been proven--with science), so it's no real surprise that Muska gets her attention.

"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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canhaskingdom July 21 2008, 00:44:52 UTC
"Ah--huh?! Who's there?"

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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vicioussweetie July 21 2008, 00:48:03 UTC
"My name's Ali," she answers, sounding a little worried, "and no. This isn't Laputa. I'm not sure where that is in relation to here. Does your head hurt?"

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canhaskingdom July 21 2008, 01:06:00 UTC
"A...a little..."

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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alloy_avenger July 21 2008, 01:09:55 UTC
Hank takes off his glasses and sets them near the man's fumbling hands, prodding them into position so that he'll find them.

"Fear not."

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canhaskingdom July 21 2008, 01:36:21 UTC
Muska has found some glasses! He shoves them on as fast as he can, desperately--and while his overall vision was ruined by the light from the destruction spell, an he's still squinting a bit, he's certainly a lot more comfortable without so much light directly hitting his eyes.

"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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alloy_avenger July 21 2008, 01:39:37 UTC
With just his naked eyes, scans the man in the optic orbs, and uses certain technopathic abilities to gradually make those glasses work like they should...

The cyborg sits down. "Everywhere...and nowhere."

Really. Be glad you're alive, son.

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canhaskingdom July 21 2008, 01:59:50 UTC
After a moment, Muska finds he can see again--which in turn sends him flipping out again. Looking at the Nexus, and the people in it, the first feeling that hits him is one of utter confusion. And this person--?

"...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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canhaskingdom July 21 2008, 23:59:49 UTC
And Muska has found some! But now he's rather confused. Did a snake just...talk to him?

"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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canhaskingdom July 22 2008, 00:54:56 UTC
"You're...talking to me."

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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