Open; Should I write myself out of the history books?
Who: Jounouchi and whoever finds him.
What: Arrival to Salkia Island
When: Afternoon
Where: Near the edge of the forest.
Warnings: Lots of confused wankery.
Jounouchi finally stirred and pushed heavy eye-lids open. Everything was blurry as his now-dull brown eyes adjusted to focus. He felt the grass under him, the warm sun hanging overhead. Birds were chirping and he could feel a faint breeze. His body was so heavy and every inch of him ached; it was the pain of death and loss and defeat. But, where was he? This certainly wasn't Marik's Shadow Realm, hell, or anything that screamed afterlife to him. It almost felt like he was in the Duelist Kingdom again, that peaceful little island governed by pristine nature and beauty. But for some reason, he couldn't help but feel that this wasn't Duelist Kingdom.
He grunted a little as he summoned all of his strength and pushed himself into a sitting position. Jou took in the forest for all it was worth and simply observed. He felt... lost, hungry, confused, dazed, sore, tired, angry. Jou needed to get his bearings if he was going to get out of this forest and back to the Battle City finals. “Think, Jou...” The teen rubbed his temples with intensity and sifted through his memories. The last he remembered, he had fallen against Marik in the Battle City semis. He had faced the wrath of an Egyptian God Card. And, well, he had died. At least... he thought he had died, but this world felt so real. He could feel everything around him.
...He could feel something under him, come to think of it. He reached under his leg and retrieved an odd device. "What in the..." he mumbled and turned the L337Pod over in his hand. He'd never seen this in his life. Jou brushed his finger over every feature of the foreign object. He paused when he reached the key and studied it for a second. “Nyehhh,” he groaned in annoyance. Or, at least, he tried to groan his beloved catch phrase, but all that came from his mouth was...
"AOOOOOOOGAH."
It startled him and he jumped a little, dropping the LP. "What the hell is this place?!" Frustrated, he fell over so that his back flopped against the grass under him. He stared at the clouds hanging above him and sighed. Jounouchi was even more confused now than he was two minutes ago. None of this was making sense.
What: Arrival to Salkia Island
When: Afternoon
Where: Near the edge of the forest.
Warnings: Lots of confused wankery.
Jounouchi finally stirred and pushed heavy eye-lids open. Everything was blurry as his now-dull brown eyes adjusted to focus. He felt the grass under him, the warm sun hanging overhead. Birds were chirping and he could feel a faint breeze. His body was so heavy and every inch of him ached; it was the pain of death and loss and defeat. But, where was he? This certainly wasn't Marik's Shadow Realm, hell, or anything that screamed afterlife to him. It almost felt like he was in the Duelist Kingdom again, that peaceful little island governed by pristine nature and beauty. But for some reason, he couldn't help but feel that this wasn't Duelist Kingdom.
He grunted a little as he summoned all of his strength and pushed himself into a sitting position. Jou took in the forest for all it was worth and simply observed. He felt... lost, hungry, confused, dazed, sore, tired, angry. Jou needed to get his bearings if he was going to get out of this forest and back to the Battle City finals. “Think, Jou...” The teen rubbed his temples with intensity and sifted through his memories. The last he remembered, he had fallen against Marik in the Battle City semis. He had faced the wrath of an Egyptian God Card. And, well, he had died. At least... he thought he had died, but this world felt so real. He could feel everything around him.
...He could feel something under him, come to think of it. He reached under his leg and retrieved an odd device. "What in the..." he mumbled and turned the L337Pod over in his hand. He'd never seen this in his life. Jou brushed his finger over every feature of the foreign object. He paused when he reached the key and studied it for a second. “Nyehhh,” he groaned in annoyance. Or, at least, he tried to groan his beloved catch phrase, but all that came from his mouth was...
"AOOOOOOOGAH."
It startled him and he jumped a little, dropping the LP. "What the hell is this place?!" Frustrated, he fell over so that his back flopped against the grass under him. He stared at the clouds hanging above him and sighed. Jounouchi was even more confused now than he was two minutes ago. None of this was making sense.