Iwasawa 001
Who: Iwasawa, somarium.
Where: Somewhere on the streets of Somni
Style: Up to you!
Status: So very open.
For a moment, everything was pitch black. Just for a moment, before it occurred to Iwasawa that her eyes had been closed. Strange, she thought to herself as she opened them to get a good view of her surroundings. That usually helps a lot more. Everything was blurred before her, blending together as though viewed through a camera zoomed beyond its capacity. She stepped back, feeling around for a wall, or really, anything she could lean against, while rubbing her eyes, in the hopes that everything would eventually come into focus. After a minute or so, she found a solid surface, so she leaned back and took a seat on the ground. She blinked twice more. Better. She could at least tell objects apart from one another at this point.
For a moment, she thought of the day she collapsed at work, just before she died. How it felt strangely like this, albeit in reverse. She sighed. No need to think about that now. It's ancient history, right? Still, she couldn't help but think that this almost felt like... coming back to life. So she'd really moved on, had she? She hadn't expected to be quite so aware of it once she had, but smiled at the thought. She definitely wasn't a barnacle, so that was always a plus. So, what would she see when the world came into focus?
While she had no idea what she'd expected to come next, this was certainly a surprise. It looked like... well, a city of some sort. It wasn't Tokyo. It didn't even look like Japan. Looking down, she saw she still had on her Afterlife Battlefront uniform. It was as though nothing had changed... although something clearly had. She wasn't in that purgatorial boarding school anymore, so something had to have happened. Glimpsing something out of the corner of her eye, she took a glance to her right, and there it was. One acoustic guitar, just like she left it. Just like hers. She picked it up and held it in her hands. It even felt just like hers. She closed her eyes, smiled, and started to play. Just like it had always sounded.
Where: Somewhere on the streets of Somni
Style: Up to you!
Status: So very open.
For a moment, everything was pitch black. Just for a moment, before it occurred to Iwasawa that her eyes had been closed. Strange, she thought to herself as she opened them to get a good view of her surroundings. That usually helps a lot more. Everything was blurred before her, blending together as though viewed through a camera zoomed beyond its capacity. She stepped back, feeling around for a wall, or really, anything she could lean against, while rubbing her eyes, in the hopes that everything would eventually come into focus. After a minute or so, she found a solid surface, so she leaned back and took a seat on the ground. She blinked twice more. Better. She could at least tell objects apart from one another at this point.
For a moment, she thought of the day she collapsed at work, just before she died. How it felt strangely like this, albeit in reverse. She sighed. No need to think about that now. It's ancient history, right? Still, she couldn't help but think that this almost felt like... coming back to life. So she'd really moved on, had she? She hadn't expected to be quite so aware of it once she had, but smiled at the thought. She definitely wasn't a barnacle, so that was always a plus. So, what would she see when the world came into focus?
While she had no idea what she'd expected to come next, this was certainly a surprise. It looked like... well, a city of some sort. It wasn't Tokyo. It didn't even look like Japan. Looking down, she saw she still had on her Afterlife Battlefront uniform. It was as though nothing had changed... although something clearly had. She wasn't in that purgatorial boarding school anymore, so something had to have happened. Glimpsing something out of the corner of her eye, she took a glance to her right, and there it was. One acoustic guitar, just like she left it. Just like hers. She picked it up and held it in her hands. It even felt just like hers. She closed her eyes, smiled, and started to play. Just like it had always sounded.