action; 01
[ He’s slumped over on a bench, his shoulders hunched in against the chill, mind frantically trying to piece together something half forgotten as he wakes. Erik opens his eyes, grey meeting a strange land for the first time. He doesn’t even remember falling asleep, and that should worry him, but it’s nothing compared to what he sees. The fog is thick and rolling, a chill coating the back of his neck, a tingle shooting down his spine and he is foolishly happy for the helmet for a moment. It offers a kind of protective balm to the feeling sparking up his insides. Dread.
Erik pushes himself to his feet immediately, extending his power to drown out the shaking in his stomach. He can sense the metal in the town, and it quells some of the immediacy of his fear. Exhaling slowly, breath a cloud in front of his face, he pulls himself together by inches, ignores the shapes skittering through the fog. It’s in his mind, it has to be, some frail, human moment of panic that he forces down.
Turning on his heel is easy, eyes catching on the construction behind him. An amusement park. He has never seen one before, never once ventured into lurid bright lights and the sickly, sweet smell of it all, but he knows they aren’t supposed to come with a nauseating sense of panic.
And yet - there’s something in it, a particular vibration along metal that means something to Erik. He just can’t figure out what.
Which means he’s going to have to go in. ]
Erik pushes himself to his feet immediately, extending his power to drown out the shaking in his stomach. He can sense the metal in the town, and it quells some of the immediacy of his fear. Exhaling slowly, breath a cloud in front of his face, he pulls himself together by inches, ignores the shapes skittering through the fog. It’s in his mind, it has to be, some frail, human moment of panic that he forces down.
Turning on his heel is easy, eyes catching on the construction behind him. An amusement park. He has never seen one before, never once ventured into lurid bright lights and the sickly, sweet smell of it all, but he knows they aren’t supposed to come with a nauseating sense of panic.
And yet - there’s something in it, a particular vibration along metal that means something to Erik. He just can’t figure out what.
Which means he’s going to have to go in. ]