Welcome to the Sphere, Serenity and Trigger

[crownofsnow]

Characters: Serenity falselogistics, Cross crownofsnow, and Trigger madeofswords
Date/Time: November 18th, Wednesday
Location: Hall of Beginnings
Rating: Pg-13 (Cross will swear)
Summary: Serenity and Trigger are born in the Sphere and someone is there to greet them.

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[falselogistics]

For a moment she's fast asleep, but her dream is punctuated by a face. A scarred, pitted and pockmarked face that seems to be barely human and rotting from the inside out. A terrible scream roars in her ears before she's jerked awake suddenly, choking on the fluid that incases her, desperately fighting her way out.

She manages to break out from the cocoon and gives a little, terrified shriek before glancing about her surroundings. Serenity is naked but gives little thought to that as she crawls on the ground, finally pulling her knees up to her chest in a huddle.

[madeofswords]

It was inconvenient that his body started to react to the fear of death even when his mind didn't. The realization that something was wrong--that he was breathing, but he wasn't breathing properly--was what forced his body into a brief shock. Two motions of his legs break him out of that shock. He can't explain the warmth running up his spine. The sound of a gun loading a bullet into its chamber. A definite click as the hammer is pulled back on the revolver. It's placed against his temple and he responds immediately, feeling he'll die. Even if that foreign liquid is what kept him alive in the first place.

His hand jabbed out and cut the front of that 'thing' open. Trigger pulled himself up in an instant, harsh and observant eyes scanning the space around him. Someone shrieked, but he didn't mark her as anything different than what he saw around him. Trigger coughed up some of that liquid with a frown, much more curious about why he realized something was wrong without actually knowing what might have been right.

[crownofsnow]

He backed up a step when the girl gave a little shriek. Cross crouched down and held out a towel for her. What had she seen to scare her? "Its alright, I won't let anyone hurt you here. I'm Cross. And you're in Edenphere." He held out another towel to the other newborn.

"We all start with a dream, its all we remember of our former lives. We pick our names because we've forgotten our own. You can remember them with time." With time, and a crystal. He knew that. He'd say it over and over again while being careful. Anyone that wanted to find a way home should always be given that chance.

[falselogistics]

She scans his face for recognition but he isn't the man from her dream, the one whose face is fading from her memory even now, even as she tries so hard to fix it in her mind. A scar on his eye. She would have recognized that. Serenity takes the towel from him, still jerkily moving her head from side to side to focus in on her surroundings.

The towel is hesitantly and haphazardly wrapped around herself but there is more than one way to be naked and more than anything she remembers pain. Her synapses fire and misfire. Something's missing.

"No!" the room is too bright for her eyes and she sees the myriad of lights behind her eyes, but they aren't stars. Why is she thinking of stars? "Please don't. No!"

She doesn't know what she's asking but Serenity struggles to her feet, one arm wrapped protectively across her chest, anchoring her. She takes a step back.

[madeofswords]

The annoyance of hair in his eyes was solved immediately when he ran his fingers back through it. The goo worked as fine enough gel, though even then he wouldn't need it. Hair that had been 'burnt' from the inside out like that was pretty easy to shape to begin with. Trigger's eyes wandered from the floor to the man who offered him a towel, taking it without so much as dwelling on it. He didn't think to cover himself off--simply cleaning himself down for a moment before wrapping it about his waist. Lovely.

He must have been sleeping in it for awhile, but he didn't like the smell of it, anyway. Tightening his hands into fists for a moment, he briefly remembered the flashes of heat from those brief visions.

"Trigger." He murmured the name of his chant without realizing. Not that he cared--even if it was abnormal, the fate he suffered in that dream seemed fairly negligible. Eyes wandering from the young man towards the young girl, Trigger let loose a sigh. "The most noise I must have heard in awhile."