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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.
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But, okay. Wonderland. He saw the Tim Burton film when he was a kid and even the cartoon from before he was born. Trippy shit, worm holes and mind tricks and monsters... yeah okay it's making sense now.
Clearly he's trapped in some sick video game level and this is his own personal Hell. He's dead and this is madness and.. fine. fuck it. He doesn't care anymore.
"Not quite," He says and looks down at himself. At least nothing is missing and the cold is numbing his electrical burns for the moment. "But I see what you mean. This is a drivesuit. It's military."
And through it all there's a little note of smugness, Sassy Mr. Bigdick. But man, if you only knew about his ride.
"I was just on the bottom of the Pacific, you recognize that ocean or am I on my own here?"
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"No shit." Alex narrows his eyes. He's not one of those unlucky suckers who's forgotten everything of home. Not yet, anyway. "Not everyone here's from the same damn planet, all right? I figured I should ask."
No actual confirmation on that statement yet, but he's met witches and skeletons and shit like that just doesn't come from the Earth he remembers.
"You gonna be good to go, or should I call someone to get you outta here?" Because if it's all the same to him, Alex is in no way prepared to take responsibility for newbies. At all.
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Raleigh looks at him and then around, arms flailing out a little bit. Yeah, because he's so good.
"Uh?"
Like, wow. You got somewhere to be so badly you better go. But, as it beginning to be his motto for the day, whatever. It's hard to be completely disorientated and irritated and believe he's real all at the same time. This is hard. Everything hurts.
"I guess I just-" he points towards the house. "That way?"
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Look, he's gotta nip stuff like this in the bud. Can't get a reputation for being helpful or something, god. That would just ruin everything.
He almost makes those his parting words, but halts with a sigh because, c'mon, even he's not that heartless. He swipes a hand through his hair and points wearily in the same direction. He can sum up a basic tutorial, right? Can't just leave the poor bastard to freeze.
"Big mansion. Can't miss it. Got all sorts of rooms inside, food, clothes, whatever you need. Pick a room and if it's not taken it's yours. And, uh, don't freeze to death. Got it?"
Nailed it.
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"Yeah, I'll um. I'll try."
A pause and he rallies (ha) himself to start clomping towards the house. Man, drivesuits are not designed to be in snow.
"Thanks."
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"No problem." And with that, he's off.
What's that? Introductions? Pshh, who's got time for those. As far as Alex is concerned, this guy can just be Spaceman in his head. He's got places to go. Forests to, potentially, skirt around and avoid exploring.
And frankly, Spaceman is probably safer not knowing anything about Alex Kralie.