He wasn't entirely sure what was going on. The dream he'd had was vivid in his mind - stepping into the darkness as though he could fly... and fly he had, until he seemed to have sunk into a cocoon filled with goo.
It didn't take long at all for his body's instincts to kick in. He was trapped in something filled with goo, and that seemed rather counterproductive to things such as breathing. Strong hands with long, graceful fingers reached out, those fingers curving into claws as they touched the side of the pod. He pulled -and promptly found himself sprawled on the floor in a cascade of goo
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Consciousness flooded back like a particularly strong tidal wave, spreading to fill every cranny of his mind. He took a breath before he really thought about it and instantly felt his mouth fill with something sticky and viscous, which tasted somewhat the way damp socks smelled.
He gagged and kicked reflexively. His toes struck out against something fibrous, and the sensation was enough enough to override his panic. He curled forward, reaching to replace his toes with fingers, and dug into the fibrous wall. One finger sunk in and then, in rapid succession, the other nine. He gave a great pull, and the wall split, pouring him and the mess of goo out onto the floor.
He was vaguely aware of two others in the room, but their presence seemed momentarily inconsequential as he sat, spitting and clawing at his hair, trying to remove all traces of the goo.
"Oh, this is just delightful," he snapped, mostly to himself.
He'd never get a break, would he? He quietly handed the both of them a towel each to get the junk off of them, cleared his throat, and began..
"Welcome to Edensphere. You've just been born. Neither of you remember a damned thing of your past lives, even your names. Because we are born nameless, one must come up with a name for ourselves. Here, I am called Gungnir. What are your names?"
He waited a fair amount of time for them to dry off before handing them their clothing. The chamber was rather warm, but being covered in that goo surely didn't help to retain body heat at all.
He took the clothes with a curt nod and put them on. A shower would be in order anyway, as his hair was still sticky and disgusting, but this would do for now.
When Gungnir asked what his name was, he frowned slightly. "I don't know," he finally said, his tone curt and abrupt. He didn't know how to go about making up a name for himself - in fact, if it were up to him, he'd rather know his real name.
"What the hell kind of place is this?" he finally demanded, looking around at all the cocoons and back at the one he'd crawled out of. "Why are we here?"
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It didn't take long at all for his body's instincts to kick in. He was trapped in something filled with goo, and that seemed rather counterproductive to things such as breathing. Strong hands with long, graceful fingers reached out, those fingers curving into claws as they touched the side of the pod. He pulled -and promptly found himself sprawled on the floor in a cascade of goo ( ... )
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He gagged and kicked reflexively. His toes struck out against something fibrous, and the sensation was enough enough to override his panic. He curled forward, reaching to replace his toes with fingers, and dug into the fibrous wall. One finger sunk in and then, in rapid succession, the other nine. He gave a great pull, and the wall split, pouring him and the mess of goo out onto the floor.
He was vaguely aware of two others in the room, but their presence seemed momentarily inconsequential as he sat, spitting and clawing at his hair, trying to remove all traces of the goo.
"Oh, this is just delightful," he snapped, mostly to himself.
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"Welcome to Edensphere. You've just been born. Neither of you remember a damned thing of your past lives, even your names. Because we are born nameless, one must come up with a name for ourselves. Here, I am called Gungnir. What are your names?"
He waited a fair amount of time for them to dry off before handing them their clothing. The chamber was rather warm, but being covered in that goo surely didn't help to retain body heat at all.
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When Gungnir asked what his name was, he frowned slightly. "I don't know," he finally said, his tone curt and abrupt. He didn't know how to go about making up a name for himself - in fact, if it were up to him, he'd rather know his real name.
"What the hell kind of place is this?" he finally demanded, looking around at all the cocoons and back at the one he'd crawled out of. "Why are we here?"
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