Journey to the Past [OPEN]

[spongescream]

Who: Starscream [OPEN]
What: Having wandered away from Tally, Starscream walks ariound in a stupor. he still can't remember shit.
Where: Near the center of Nautilus.
Warnings: No?

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[thewake_mods]

It's only when the stranger is alone again that it begins.

The surface of the bubble over the field of stars warps, ripples, and seems to open, like a soap bubble popping in slow-motion, layers peeling back and away, and then there is a rush of thoughts of stars of -

nothing. Was it real at all? Everything seems the same. Normal.

Saix reminded him of what it was like. How one could be solid. Real. Not human, never human, he'd always been a spirit (or had he? How many dreams had he dreamed before he'd finally woken up?) But he still prefers the ebb-and-flow, the change that has become him.

It makes sense to him.

The world flickers. The man stands behind the stranger, back to back, wearing a blue pinstripe suit and dark blue comedia-del-arte mask, the long nose making him look almost bird-like.

When did he get here

[spongescream]

His mind flutters, and the pain attempts to resurface, but there is something serene about the voice. The man. It doesn't stop him from startling to his aching feet and backing away slowly.

Something heaves in his chest- something missing. A void where something used to be, just like his mind. (Not a void there, just hidden things. Locked boxes.)

Starscream squints at the man. He knew this man.

The name comes to him naturally, no struggling this time.

They've met before.

"Nautilus." He mouths the words with barely any sound. He trusts it, he knows. An old friend.

Dear notifs: I'd tell you to DIAF, except you seem to have done so already B|

[thewake_mods]

His lips curl into a smile; and the light seems to intensify around them, colors growing more vivid.

So you're still mine wanderer son even if almost dreaming you walk."

He walks in slow circles, but which direction and how far away he is becomes impossible to determine. The air seems thick, heavy; fluid.

Why?

Do you know? BECAUSE I DON'T And do you want to know? I still have use for you so interesting, your story's become and you've got a DESTINY you know..."

Re notifs; FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

[spongescream]

It made absolutely no sense, but it was somehow easy to accept. Easier than being told he had a family, friends in a place he had never seen before.

Destiny? What was his destiny? His story?

He dropped his head, hands covering his face.

"I don't know who I am. I'm lost." More lost than ever before. The feeling of helplessness stung in his mind, his chest swelling with frustration.

"Why is this happening to me?"

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[thewake_mods]

He tilted his head a little to the side as if straining to hear some distant sound. A breeze blew, kicking up little vortexes of dust.

“As NEAR as I can tell WHICH ISN'T VERY NEAR AT ALL or is it quite close you do not r e m e m b e r because you do not wish to r e m e m b e r. There was PAIN and not only the immediate pain for yours is a life of causes lost of desires THWARTED”

At once, he faced the other man. He did not turn - one moment his back was to the other, the next it was not.

”But there is much worth remembering.”

He waved his hands, and ghostly images of those he'd known appeared - Tally, Sari, Axel, Lelouch, Wykkyd, Mare, and others. All wore masks, however, reflecting their natures - Axel like a Bomb, Lelouch his Zero mask, Wykkyd a bat, Sari her battle-mask, Tally one that reflected her tattoos, Mare a mask of four elements.

”And more than this...He walked left and right, mirror images splitting off. The one on the left pulled, from nowhere, a mask. It was brightly colored, something like a feathered serpent;

Re: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[spongescream]

He watched, his expression shifting to confusion, and then pain.

Destiny

He remembered. Of course he remembered. He'd always remembered. But it hurt. Having that peace after so much pain, so much struggle. being sapped of his desires in that floating in between. He screamed and clutched his head, pulling at his hair.

Not ready yet. Not ready to go back.

Let me be this for a while longer

he spoke to it.

I'll come back when I'm ready.

not now

not now.

He passed into a restless sleep.

FAJDSLJ HTML >(

[thewake_mods]

The two images looked at each other, then back at the now-unconscious "Tom". They flickered, and then were one image again, the man in the pinstripe suit.

He shrugged.

"If that is your will."

He was gone, as if he'd never been there at all. Save for one thing: a tattered maroon cloth draped over the sleeping man, a makeshift blanket to keep him warm.

If he spread it out, it almost looked like wings.