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entrancelogs2016-01-04 02:08 pm
righthemisphere) wrote in entrancelogs2016-01-04 02:08 pm
Please take the ghosts from my heart
Who: Raleigh & you!
Where: Outside in the freezing cold. Naturally.
When: January 4th
Rating: *finger guns*
Summary: Someone come save this lost n00b.
The Story:
He wakes with a gasp. A gasp and a shiver and the grasp of his copilot around his shoulders. She’s hugging him so tightly he can’t breathe. He can smell the scent of her hair. Of her drivesuit. Of the metallic grind from Gipsy core as she detonated. But Raleigh never woke to find Mako shaking the life back into him. He remembers falling. He remembers strange forms and faces as Gipsy fell through the rift and into the Antiverse before exploding. He remembers the rush and whir of his escape pod and his vision black around the edges from giving up his oxygen line. He remembers jetting back through to the other side and—
-and he feels like somewhere Mako is holding him but when he opens his eyes that certainly isn’t the case.
Rals, hey Rals- His brother’s voice.
It’s over, Yancy. You can sleep now. It’s over, I’ll be there soon.
But he opens his eyes and squints through his visor and all he sees is white. Raleigh remembers capsule release by his right hand and groans as he pulls it up and over to the left. The glass ejects from over him with a loud hiss and lands three meters to the right with a splash.
Water. Huh. Okay, that’s something at least. It’s with another groan that he hauls himself up to sitting and slowly takes in his setting. A lake he thinks, or close enough to some shore that he’s not sure. But he can see the pebbled bottom of the icy water and rolls himself unceremoniously over the edge to make his way towards shore. The water’s edge is gentle but freezing. The bright sky is as white as the snowfields around him. The air is bleak and bites with every breath he takes and it feels like he’s stealing them. It feels like a dream, he feels like he’s drifting. This isn’t Hong Kong, this can’t be real. But this isn’t death. Not yet. This isn’t the end. Not for him. That would be too kind.
Curling his hand into a fist he finds the sudden appearance of a device. It’s unfamiliar but he knows what a communicator looks like and flips it open. It wasn’t there a second ago but logic was never his strong suit and nor was the divide between reality and..something else.
“Mako,” he whispers and looks up to the icy sky, then towards the looming presence of a grand estate – the likes of which he hasn’t seen since he was a child. He turns towards it, then, trudging through the snowbanks, a figure in black against the bleak horizon brave.
Where: Outside in the freezing cold. Naturally.
When: January 4th
Rating: *finger guns*
Summary: Someone come save this lost n00b.
The Story:
He wakes with a gasp. A gasp and a shiver and the grasp of his copilot around his shoulders. She’s hugging him so tightly he can’t breathe. He can smell the scent of her hair. Of her drivesuit. Of the metallic grind from Gipsy core as she detonated. But Raleigh never woke to find Mako shaking the life back into him. He remembers falling. He remembers strange forms and faces as Gipsy fell through the rift and into the Antiverse before exploding. He remembers the rush and whir of his escape pod and his vision black around the edges from giving up his oxygen line. He remembers jetting back through to the other side and—
-and he feels like somewhere Mako is holding him but when he opens his eyes that certainly isn’t the case.
Rals, hey Rals- His brother’s voice.
It’s over, Yancy. You can sleep now. It’s over, I’ll be there soon.
But he opens his eyes and squints through his visor and all he sees is white. Raleigh remembers capsule release by his right hand and groans as he pulls it up and over to the left. The glass ejects from over him with a loud hiss and lands three meters to the right with a splash.
Water. Huh. Okay, that’s something at least. It’s with another groan that he hauls himself up to sitting and slowly takes in his setting. A lake he thinks, or close enough to some shore that he’s not sure. But he can see the pebbled bottom of the icy water and rolls himself unceremoniously over the edge to make his way towards shore. The water’s edge is gentle but freezing. The bright sky is as white as the snowfields around him. The air is bleak and bites with every breath he takes and it feels like he’s stealing them. It feels like a dream, he feels like he’s drifting. This isn’t Hong Kong, this can’t be real. But this isn’t death. Not yet. This isn’t the end. Not for him. That would be too kind.
Curling his hand into a fist he finds the sudden appearance of a device. It’s unfamiliar but he knows what a communicator looks like and flips it open. It wasn’t there a second ago but logic was never his strong suit and nor was the divide between reality and..something else.
“Mako,” he whispers and looks up to the icy sky, then towards the looming presence of a grand estate – the likes of which he hasn’t seen since he was a child. He turns towards it, then, trudging through the snowbanks, a figure in black against the bleak horizon brave.