[pre-intro tl;dr]
[Walter awoke surrounded by water, unfamiliar and calm. His hands reached out lethargically, as if instinct was fighting off the effects of a long sleep, nails scraping against a flat stone surface.
His eyes opened, and he breathed. There was something strange and yet liberating about it, bringing water into his lungs and then pushing it out.
Soft blue light bathed the immediate area instantly, providing him with a limited view of his ... cage? His body felt out of sorts, not responding quickly as he righted himself to properly tread water. His feet were bare. And so was his chest.
What happened? I was...
There was an uncomfortable blank in his memory. He didn't know what had happened. His brows knitted together, and he focused on the stone he had scraped against. Walls, worn down by the water and fed upon by whatever fish decided to come within the sunken rooms. Strange etchings, though the light from his hair did not allow him to see them very well.
Where am I?
He had to get out. He fought against his lethargy, bringing his arms out to aid in his swimming through the confined space. His back hurt, and it did nothing for his temper as he continued trying to make his way out. His frustration became more apparent as the rooms didn't seem to end, twisting into larger chambers. The trapped furniture, long rotted and useless for anything, were obstacles as he swam through sunken corridors. All the while, his mind swirled.
Merines.
She was out there, wasn't she? While he was trapped down here, unable to escape, she was waiting for him. She had to be. That thought was his driving force as he sought escape, pushing aside the pain and the questions plaguing his body and mind. A moment of clarity reached him as he reached a chamber that resembled a meeting hall, a school of fish swimming off as he disturbed them.
I'm dead. I've been dead. And yet I was with the Merines...
Walter shook his head, swimming for a wide opening that could only be the exit to these strange underwater ruins; that was where the fish had gone, after all. His memories were slow to return, but he would surely remember by the time he made his way to the surface.
He paused at the entranceway, his eye having caught a rectangular object secured to the wall. It was not difficult to remove, meaning it had been placed there not too long ago. He held it up to his face, his glowing hair helping him make out what appeared to be a book wrapped in heavy-duty plastic.
His name was on the book. Tracing his fingers on the cover, Walter found a name coming to mind. The name of a place he had never visited while alive.
Luceti?
[action]
[By the time that Walter makes his way closer to shore, he's not alone.
forthezora is in the water with him, and he's in a pretty sour mood. Anyone on the beach or happening to also be in/on the water can happen across them.]
[voice]
[Later, after he's on shore, Walter finally opens up the soaked journal. His shoulders ache, he's very confused by his surroundings, it's raining, and his swimming was hampered the entire time by that journal--
He flings the poor journal onto the shore, watching it flop onto a rock and fall open. It starts recording as he's ranting.]
--dropping people in the ocean, making them swim miles to shore... In the rain. No clothes. These damn wings.
Well? What's next, Luceti? Quicksand? A thunderstorm? Let's get this bad day over with!
(ooc: intro for both
filial_guardian and
forthezora! both of them will be answering voice comments and interacting for action.)