The First Night
[So hey guys, it's been a long time since this one showed up, huh? Well, there's a reason for that: the Lockdown finally got around to starting in his 'verse. In a few hours, it'll be the first day of this mess. Yaaaay!
Or...not yay so much, judging from the state he's in when he staggers through the door. He's not injured or anything - it's the first night, they've survived, that weird but nice lady from the Shomonkai put up a barrier so they could sleep peacefully for the night, so he's actually just tired. Really tired. He should be asleep, it's Atsuro's watch right now.
But he can't sleep. He's seeing the future right now - just fragments, glimpses into what could be (tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after...) - but they're there, and there's a lot of them. People to meet (enemies, friends?), battles to fight (to win, to lose?)...disturbing things he doesn't want to see, and there's so many of them.
...He's got a headache. He slumps against a nearby wall, sitting down, head tilted up but eyes not really looking at anything. After a moment, he starts mumbling aloud.]
...fear the numbers your eyes shall see. Fear the time left...
[...Looks like he's not entirely here right now. Bother him?]
Or...not yay so much, judging from the state he's in when he staggers through the door. He's not injured or anything - it's the first night, they've survived, that weird but nice lady from the Shomonkai put up a barrier so they could sleep peacefully for the night, so he's actually just tired. Really tired. He should be asleep, it's Atsuro's watch right now.
But he can't sleep. He's seeing the future right now - just fragments, glimpses into what could be (tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after...) - but they're there, and there's a lot of them. People to meet (enemies, friends?), battles to fight (to win, to lose?)...disturbing things he doesn't want to see, and there's so many of them.
...He's got a headache. He slumps against a nearby wall, sitting down, head tilted up but eyes not really looking at anything. After a moment, he starts mumbling aloud.]
...fear the numbers your eyes shall see. Fear the time left...
[...Looks like he's not entirely here right now. Bother him?]