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[Something felt...off.
When it came down to it, time was such an abstract thing...something that could be harnessed, yes, through the godlike Dialga, but ultimately its passage had been halted, and Cyrus couldn't say he was unused to it anymore. When it came to space and its nonexistence, the lack of expansion had been a bit more...subtle, overall - but how could it not have been, given the human fascination with the passing of time? Watches, calendars, the moving of the sun through the sky...he had watched all of them like the rest of the world, even if his reasons for doing so were ultimately given to a higher purpose - and once none of these things were available, he couldn't exactly deny that he had been prone to trying to mark time in his head. A mental tally, quick lines drawn on invisible boards, but even then he had eventually lost count. It had been a futility, in the end; no matter how many tally marks were drawn, time had no effect, and after a while he had stopped - had it been a matter of hours before that? Days? Months? None of it mattered in the end.
The first thing he noticed upon his awakening on the island was that his watch was working again.
The ticks were soft, constant, and steady, sounding out from somewhere near his head; opening his eyes (and pulling his arm away from where it had been idly flopped over his face, just so he could stare at the contraption around his wrist for a moment) led into the second realization - that being the fact that he was quite unceremoniously sprawled out under a tree somewhere, and when he was able to fully register his surroundings, the place didn't look like anywhere he recognized.
Wherever he was, he could tell that it was different; as he pushed himself up into a standing position, using the tree as support, he didn't disapprove.]
Has Giratina decided to stop playing games, then...? [He paused briefly as he glanced around, then started to brush his clothes off with the back of his hand.] And yet it didn't leave me at the entrance that I remember...interesting. Though I can see why it would find space to be a trivial matter...either that, or it didn't want me near the Spear Pillar again.
Though I suppose it doesn't matter, does it?
[And that, for the time being, was that; straightening up and seeming undeterred by the unfamiliar surroundings, Cyrus began to build a shaky course of action - figuring out where he was would be a priority, to say nothing of the date. If enough time had passed, there was a chance that this world - wherever and whenever it was - still held some potential.
He was certain that, in some way, he would finish what he had started. Perhaps this place would prove to be a good starting point...]
[ooc: And in the woods not terribly far from the CMA, we have a Cyrus. A rather disoriented Cyrus that's been in the Distortion World for a while, but a Cyrus nonetheless.]
When it came down to it, time was such an abstract thing...something that could be harnessed, yes, through the godlike Dialga, but ultimately its passage had been halted, and Cyrus couldn't say he was unused to it anymore. When it came to space and its nonexistence, the lack of expansion had been a bit more...subtle, overall - but how could it not have been, given the human fascination with the passing of time? Watches, calendars, the moving of the sun through the sky...he had watched all of them like the rest of the world, even if his reasons for doing so were ultimately given to a higher purpose - and once none of these things were available, he couldn't exactly deny that he had been prone to trying to mark time in his head. A mental tally, quick lines drawn on invisible boards, but even then he had eventually lost count. It had been a futility, in the end; no matter how many tally marks were drawn, time had no effect, and after a while he had stopped - had it been a matter of hours before that? Days? Months? None of it mattered in the end.
The first thing he noticed upon his awakening on the island was that his watch was working again.
The ticks were soft, constant, and steady, sounding out from somewhere near his head; opening his eyes (and pulling his arm away from where it had been idly flopped over his face, just so he could stare at the contraption around his wrist for a moment) led into the second realization - that being the fact that he was quite unceremoniously sprawled out under a tree somewhere, and when he was able to fully register his surroundings, the place didn't look like anywhere he recognized.
Wherever he was, he could tell that it was different; as he pushed himself up into a standing position, using the tree as support, he didn't disapprove.]
Has Giratina decided to stop playing games, then...? [He paused briefly as he glanced around, then started to brush his clothes off with the back of his hand.] And yet it didn't leave me at the entrance that I remember...interesting. Though I can see why it would find space to be a trivial matter...either that, or it didn't want me near the Spear Pillar again.
Though I suppose it doesn't matter, does it?
[And that, for the time being, was that; straightening up and seeming undeterred by the unfamiliar surroundings, Cyrus began to build a shaky course of action - figuring out where he was would be a priority, to say nothing of the date. If enough time had passed, there was a chance that this world - wherever and whenever it was - still held some potential.
He was certain that, in some way, he would finish what he had started. Perhaps this place would prove to be a good starting point...]
[ooc: And in the woods not terribly far from the CMA, we have a Cyrus. A rather disoriented Cyrus that's been in the Distortion World for a while, but a Cyrus nonetheless.]