from dusk till dawn. --OPEN.
Who: Albedo and whoever!
What: Having a staring contest with a gestalt. (After brief self-maiming. ^^;)
Where: Anywhere you want to be.~ /shot
When: When he arrives.
And fate seemed fit to shift once more, glass evaporating like ice beneath him, and those around him slipping away like they never were. There was a sound, too close to a heartbeat to be wholly wanted. It resounded within him, in the empty space that remained, and even as he didn't exist, all he was aware of was an absence.
Of what had been left before any movements had been taken. Of what was left of a hand pulling away.
Clarity came as he pulled away from that thought-trail, smoke and mirrors filling in where sense had left. In the place of grey stretching forever, this was instead a city, ghost-like and vaguely oppressive, and it was too easy to understand that there were none to fill the space left. Silence stretched, and agitation remained too close to words. Was there no one in this place? Should he have wanted the space before, unchanging and boring in essence? The boy's eyes unfocused, staring at nothing, and he shuddered once. It reminded him too much of one frozen, of stagnation, and he violently wished for change. Something.
Should he blame his will, then, or only the whims of fate and timing?
There was shifting off to his side, and he glanced to the sound. Nothing. Albedo frowned, idly scratching at an arm. Only when his fingers caught, did he realize. Something that was locked on to him without his consent. There was a beat as he looked at it warily, and then dug his fingers underneath in earnest, attempting to wretch it off. No... No, that was no use. It was attached, wasn't it? Oh, that was just perfect. The boy breathed for a moment, eyes narrowing, then promptly moved to a building nearby and sat against it. This was messy, of course, not as clean as with a blade of some kind, but it was meaningless, in the end. Placing the fingers of his opposite hand on either side of his wrist, he applied pressure. The small bones in his wrist fractured and separated as he pulled, eventually leaving only skin attaching his hand to his arm. He smiled, ill-natured, and wretched again sharply.
And something that was so simple in concept became more difficult. As if there was opposing force, his hand remained attached, and as he frowned in annoyance, he could feel the bones and tendons mending underneath. Was it this place? Were things like this not allowed? He went through the same procedure with his opposite arm, and came out of the scenario with a hand to throw like so much rubbish on the ground. He stared, and light coalesced around his arm, another hand reforming in moments. So. The bracelet, then. It wasn't to come off by normal means. He could accept that, for now, if need be. Until an answer asserted itself.
There was the sound of shifting near to him again, and this time when he looked up, there existed a shadow staring at him as if it had always been there. Maybe it had. Perhaps the only thing that had changed was Albedo could see it clearly now. And why, then, would it show itself now? He shifted to a crouch, watching warily. The formless shade moved nearer to him, and Albedo tensed, expecting an attack.
The dark seemed to fade, dimming out to grey, before shifting upwards in the spectrum, a dull reddish-brown with applied texture. The boy blinked in obvious confusion, and the shadow turned mammal let up a high-pitched sound in greeting.
The boy's expression caught between distrust and caution, edging curiosity. The creature sat down before him, scratching an ear, and Albedo remained crouched, staring. It yawned once, and stared back; for all intent and purpose, apparently content with simply existing.
What: Having a staring contest with a gestalt. (After brief self-maiming. ^^;)
Where: Anywhere you want to be.~ /shot
When: When he arrives.
And fate seemed fit to shift once more, glass evaporating like ice beneath him, and those around him slipping away like they never were. There was a sound, too close to a heartbeat to be wholly wanted. It resounded within him, in the empty space that remained, and even as he didn't exist, all he was aware of was an absence.
Of what had been left before any movements had been taken. Of what was left of a hand pulling away.
Clarity came as he pulled away from that thought-trail, smoke and mirrors filling in where sense had left. In the place of grey stretching forever, this was instead a city, ghost-like and vaguely oppressive, and it was too easy to understand that there were none to fill the space left. Silence stretched, and agitation remained too close to words. Was there no one in this place? Should he have wanted the space before, unchanging and boring in essence? The boy's eyes unfocused, staring at nothing, and he shuddered once. It reminded him too much of one frozen, of stagnation, and he violently wished for change. Something.
Should he blame his will, then, or only the whims of fate and timing?
There was shifting off to his side, and he glanced to the sound. Nothing. Albedo frowned, idly scratching at an arm. Only when his fingers caught, did he realize. Something that was locked on to him without his consent. There was a beat as he looked at it warily, and then dug his fingers underneath in earnest, attempting to wretch it off. No... No, that was no use. It was attached, wasn't it? Oh, that was just perfect. The boy breathed for a moment, eyes narrowing, then promptly moved to a building nearby and sat against it. This was messy, of course, not as clean as with a blade of some kind, but it was meaningless, in the end. Placing the fingers of his opposite hand on either side of his wrist, he applied pressure. The small bones in his wrist fractured and separated as he pulled, eventually leaving only skin attaching his hand to his arm. He smiled, ill-natured, and wretched again sharply.
And something that was so simple in concept became more difficult. As if there was opposing force, his hand remained attached, and as he frowned in annoyance, he could feel the bones and tendons mending underneath. Was it this place? Were things like this not allowed? He went through the same procedure with his opposite arm, and came out of the scenario with a hand to throw like so much rubbish on the ground. He stared, and light coalesced around his arm, another hand reforming in moments. So. The bracelet, then. It wasn't to come off by normal means. He could accept that, for now, if need be. Until an answer asserted itself.
There was the sound of shifting near to him again, and this time when he looked up, there existed a shadow staring at him as if it had always been there. Maybe it had. Perhaps the only thing that had changed was Albedo could see it clearly now. And why, then, would it show itself now? He shifted to a crouch, watching warily. The formless shade moved nearer to him, and Albedo tensed, expecting an attack.
The dark seemed to fade, dimming out to grey, before shifting upwards in the spectrum, a dull reddish-brown with applied texture. The boy blinked in obvious confusion, and the shadow turned mammal let up a high-pitched sound in greeting.
The boy's expression caught between distrust and caution, edging curiosity. The creature sat down before him, scratching an ear, and Albedo remained crouched, staring. It yawned once, and stared back; for all intent and purpose, apparently content with simply existing.