1v2 // with buried heads we both forget all of the past and its regret
Characters: dr. franken stein and all of vatheon
Location: errywhere up in this bitch. if you'd like to be in a certain spot, please put it in your title!
Time: nearing twilight.
Style: ridiculous action at first, but if you prefer prose, I'll match you!
Status: OPEN
The first thing he notices is the snow. It's cold, and wet, and it's freaking everywhere. His eyes open slowly, revealing a wonderland of bright white snow, and snow yet still softly falling in the dimming light of the odd bubble. He's surrounded by trees, he notices, and that makes everything have even more of a soft blue twilight to it. Above him, there's the sea-sky, the watery surface that shows a much deeper blue behind it; whales and schools of fish and odd ocean creatures going on with their daily lives as if there isn't an entire community living beneath them. He looks up, snatching his glasses off the snow nearby, and rolls onto his back, watching the ocean swim past him. Like counting clouds, but all the clouds look like fish.
He's soaking wet, and the snow isn't helping. Now that he's waking, he's freezing, having just gone from the lovely heat of the Nevada desert to the apparent Vatheon tundra. Somewhere, he thinks as he stands, brushing snow off of himself, he remembers this place. Like a dream, or an idea he had right before he fell to sleep but couldn't ever again rightly put his finger on. It was there, and now that he was there too, it seemed more familiar. Warm, almost.
Except it was freezing fucking cold.
Stein lets out a quiet sigh of chill, patting himself down and finding a cigarette and lighter. The little gray fairy from before dances in front of his eyes, and he raises an eyebrow. Hello again. Lighting the cigarette, he takes in a long drag, lets the acidic smoke fill him and clings to that heat for a moment before letting out an equally long sigh, the smoke and his warm breath releasing to the sky. Or, sky bubble, as it were..
Everything doesn't seem so bad.
He remembers suddenly: large chickens and a copycat lab. It's time to get back there.
It's time to go home.
[for a few minutes, Stein stands in the forest, smoking two cigarettes in quick succession. he reaches into his pocket to get another one, and instead pulls out a long silver whistle. odd. he contemplates it for a moment or two, and then a little half-smile comes on his features.
he puts it to his lips and blows.
..no sound comes out. well, none for humans and humanoids, but, suddenly, every Chocobo in the city raises its head. (well, every one he bred, anyways.) they look confused and disturbed, and suddenly they look determined, and they beat it from whereever they currently are to him.
throughout the city, all these damn chocobos are just running towards the forest, seemingly for no reason. it doesn't matter what's going on; they'll all try running for it.
he's almost a little surprised by the amassing of chocobos, but one in particular - a tall red one - walks forward and lowers its head to him. (you might recognize this one, Haruhi, if it goes running by.) Stein puts a hand on its beak, and smiles softly again before swinging one leg over and mounting the bird. the bird turns, the other chocobos following, and begins to take Stein home.
...wow, that is a lot of chocobos to all be wandering through the city together, but they're all tightly marching together around and about Stein and his steed, who he is riding with a cigarette in his mouth and his hands in his pockets.
...feel free to bother or stop them.]
Location: errywhere up in this bitch. if you'd like to be in a certain spot, please put it in your title!
Time: nearing twilight.
Style: ridiculous action at first, but if you prefer prose, I'll match you!
Status: OPEN
The first thing he notices is the snow. It's cold, and wet, and it's freaking everywhere. His eyes open slowly, revealing a wonderland of bright white snow, and snow yet still softly falling in the dimming light of the odd bubble. He's surrounded by trees, he notices, and that makes everything have even more of a soft blue twilight to it. Above him, there's the sea-sky, the watery surface that shows a much deeper blue behind it; whales and schools of fish and odd ocean creatures going on with their daily lives as if there isn't an entire community living beneath them. He looks up, snatching his glasses off the snow nearby, and rolls onto his back, watching the ocean swim past him. Like counting clouds, but all the clouds look like fish.
He's soaking wet, and the snow isn't helping. Now that he's waking, he's freezing, having just gone from the lovely heat of the Nevada desert to the apparent Vatheon tundra. Somewhere, he thinks as he stands, brushing snow off of himself, he remembers this place. Like a dream, or an idea he had right before he fell to sleep but couldn't ever again rightly put his finger on. It was there, and now that he was there too, it seemed more familiar. Warm, almost.
Except it was freezing fucking cold.
Stein lets out a quiet sigh of chill, patting himself down and finding a cigarette and lighter. The little gray fairy from before dances in front of his eyes, and he raises an eyebrow. Hello again. Lighting the cigarette, he takes in a long drag, lets the acidic smoke fill him and clings to that heat for a moment before letting out an equally long sigh, the smoke and his warm breath releasing to the sky. Or, sky bubble, as it were..
Everything doesn't seem so bad.
He remembers suddenly: large chickens and a copycat lab. It's time to get back there.
It's time to go home.
[for a few minutes, Stein stands in the forest, smoking two cigarettes in quick succession. he reaches into his pocket to get another one, and instead pulls out a long silver whistle. odd. he contemplates it for a moment or two, and then a little half-smile comes on his features.
he puts it to his lips and blows.
..no sound comes out. well, none for humans and humanoids, but, suddenly, every Chocobo in the city raises its head. (well, every one he bred, anyways.) they look confused and disturbed, and suddenly they look determined, and they beat it from whereever they currently are to him.
throughout the city, all these damn chocobos are just running towards the forest, seemingly for no reason. it doesn't matter what's going on; they'll all try running for it.
he's almost a little surprised by the amassing of chocobos, but one in particular - a tall red one - walks forward and lowers its head to him. (you might recognize this one, Haruhi, if it goes running by.) Stein puts a hand on its beak, and smiles softly again before swinging one leg over and mounting the bird. the bird turns, the other chocobos following, and begins to take Stein home.
...wow, that is a lot of chocobos to all be wandering through the city together, but they're all tightly marching together around and about Stein and his steed, who he is riding with a cigarette in his mouth and his hands in his pockets.
...feel free to bother or stop them.]