Re-intro // No event
Though Emil could not see anything around him, the change was instantly and obviously apparent. The wooden heels of his shoes were no longer clicking across the cold cracked floor, but muffled by the lush carpet. The air was no longer cold and heavy with the scent of mold and age, but sticky and warm. The first inhale caused the young lad a small fit of coughing, feeding his surprise.
There were other changes, too. That sense of solitude that cloaked his manner was conspicuously absent, as was the distant primal hum of beasts in the abandoned corridors. Nothing about this place resembled his home at all, Emil didn't need sight to notice.
Dare he lift his blindfold and peer about? His fingers twitched as the thought whispered to him, but a heavy knot of guilt in his gut halted him completely. No, he wouldn't (couldn't) remove the blindfold. He wouldn't be the cause of one more death.
But where did that leave him? Emil listened carefully, trying to gauge the mass and composition of the new place by the sounds it made. Everything was so confusing and new; it didn't spell a clear picture in his mind's eye.
"Sebastian?" he called for his faithful butler, trying his best to keep the waver from his voice. "Sebastian, are you there?" slow timid steps carried him down the sprawling hall and towards a corner. His fingers skimmed the wall as he drifted, keeping himself so alert it was practically painful.
[OOC: So here's Emil again, this time in his flesh-and-blood body. There's some info on him in his journal, if anyone is interested. Permissions are pretty wide open, but I don't have a page up for that, yet. If you're curious, go ahead and PM me =)
As before, Emil is 15, so there's a shota warning here]
There were other changes, too. That sense of solitude that cloaked his manner was conspicuously absent, as was the distant primal hum of beasts in the abandoned corridors. Nothing about this place resembled his home at all, Emil didn't need sight to notice.
Dare he lift his blindfold and peer about? His fingers twitched as the thought whispered to him, but a heavy knot of guilt in his gut halted him completely. No, he wouldn't (couldn't) remove the blindfold. He wouldn't be the cause of one more death.
But where did that leave him? Emil listened carefully, trying to gauge the mass and composition of the new place by the sounds it made. Everything was so confusing and new; it didn't spell a clear picture in his mind's eye.
"Sebastian?" he called for his faithful butler, trying his best to keep the waver from his voice. "Sebastian, are you there?" slow timid steps carried him down the sprawling hall and towards a corner. His fingers skimmed the wall as he drifted, keeping himself so alert it was practically painful.
[OOC: So here's Emil again, this time in his flesh-and-blood body. There's some info on him in his journal, if anyone is interested. Permissions are pretty wide open, but I don't have a page up for that, yet. If you're curious, go ahead and PM me =)
As before, Emil is 15, so there's a shota warning here]