I will try not to breathe, this decision is mine
Characters: Signless and you
Location: The plaza, near the fountain
Time: Mid-morning
Style: Whatever works
Status: OPEN LIKE HIS HEART
[Signless wakes to find himself in a new place, soaking wet and surrounded by unfamiliar sights. He sits up, grimacing at the pain in his wrists, and looks down at them, frowning. Burned, the skin darkened to a crisp along the bones and bubbling into blisters along his gray flesh. He remembers the pain, the torture, and seeing those dark marks makes them start burning all over again.]
[But now isn't the time to be concerned for himself. There is the Disciple to think of, and the Psiioniic, and the Dolorosa. His friends, his family. He needs to find them, protect them from those who would do them harm. He would gladly throw himself across the pyre built by the highbloods, if only it would mean saving them.]
[He turns his face towards the sky, his red eyes squinting in the brightness. It is like the sun, but it does not burn his skin, and for a moment, he merely sits, feeling its warmth on his skin and being lost in his memories. She liked the sun too, and used it to aid in their numerous flights from their enemies.]
[Signless finds the device in his pocket, the device shaped like a star, and for a moment, his face creases in a smile. Gently shooing away the red light that keeps dancing around his face and horns, he experiments with the device for a few moments, eventually figuring out how to type and sending out this message.]
I DO NOT KNOW THIS PLACE.
I DO NOT KNOW ANY OF YOU.
BUT I FIND MYSELF CURIOUS.
WHERE AM I?
WHAT HAPPENED TO THE WORLD I REMEMBER?
IS THIS THE PLACE OF MY DREAMS?
HAVE I SHUFFLED LOOSE THE MORTAL COIL AND ASCENDED TO THE WORLD OF DREAMS?
Location: The plaza, near the fountain
Time: Mid-morning
Style: Whatever works
Status: OPEN LIKE HIS HEART
[Signless wakes to find himself in a new place, soaking wet and surrounded by unfamiliar sights. He sits up, grimacing at the pain in his wrists, and looks down at them, frowning. Burned, the skin darkened to a crisp along the bones and bubbling into blisters along his gray flesh. He remembers the pain, the torture, and seeing those dark marks makes them start burning all over again.]
[But now isn't the time to be concerned for himself. There is the Disciple to think of, and the Psiioniic, and the Dolorosa. His friends, his family. He needs to find them, protect them from those who would do them harm. He would gladly throw himself across the pyre built by the highbloods, if only it would mean saving them.]
[He turns his face towards the sky, his red eyes squinting in the brightness. It is like the sun, but it does not burn his skin, and for a moment, he merely sits, feeling its warmth on his skin and being lost in his memories. She liked the sun too, and used it to aid in their numerous flights from their enemies.]
[Signless finds the device in his pocket, the device shaped like a star, and for a moment, his face creases in a smile. Gently shooing away the red light that keeps dancing around his face and horns, he experiments with the device for a few moments, eventually figuring out how to type and sending out this message.]
I DO NOT KNOW THIS PLACE.
I DO NOT KNOW ANY OF YOU.
BUT I FIND MYSELF CURIOUS.
WHERE AM I?
WHAT HAPPENED TO THE WORLD I REMEMBER?
IS THIS THE PLACE OF MY DREAMS?
HAVE I SHUFFLED LOOSE THE MORTAL COIL AND ASCENDED TO THE WORLD OF DREAMS?