Characters: Jadesprite and you!
Setting: Her room, and Floor Four
Format: Either is fine!
Summary: Your name is JADESPRITE. You have just woken up in a strange tower, and you have no idea where it is. This isn't the gamee, and nobody you know is here; not even DAVESPRITE. As far as you know, everyone is dead. You can't teleport anywhere, but that never really came to mind in the first place. What will you do? Cry, of course.
Warnings: Nothing, probably. Just a lot of weeping on her part.
[ well, this definitely was strange. the last thing that Jadesprite remembered was teleporting Davesprite's strange sword over to Derse on the Battlefield... but this definitely wasn't there; this wasn't Skaia, or even the game at all. the letters that she had received had told her that the world was destroyed, so that had to mean that everyone died. why was she left alone? she never asked for this in the first place.
after reading the letter in this strange bedroom, she's already started to cry. she hated this room, she hated the thought that everyone was dead again, and she hated that she even existed. there had to be a way out... anywhere was better than here.
crying still, she floats out of her room and down to the strange glass floor. looking out and rubbing her eyes, she could see nothing but dark, gray clouds. everything really was gone....
so there's only one thing that she can think of doing: slumping down to curl up against the wall and cry more. ]