she beckons me shall i give in
Characters: Emil {pactum} and Dr. Jonathan Batshit {handfulofstraw}
Location: The Plane.
Time: ... Now? :D
Summary: Emil finally seeks the answers to who and what he is.
Warnings: LANGUAGE. Also spoilers. Will update as needed.
Emil waited until Marta was asleep in their camp to disappear to the Plane. He was tired, but his sleepiness had to wait. It wasn't as if he could rest anyway, not with Crane's words reverberating around his head. "Come see me when you're ready." It'd been a few weeks, he was sure, and only now did Emil find the time or the courage to go and see him.
He wanted to do it alone.
With a silent apology to Marta, he appeared on the Plane and made his way straight to the library. It was where he'd found Crane before... And that odd notebook he had written notes in-- those were concerning the books here, too. He also felt a strange sense of familiarity with books that only made him more uneasy, but he put that aside for now. The answer to that... probably entwined with everything else.
"Mr. Crane?"
Emil fidgeted with his armbands, then took a deep breath and put on a brave face. There was no going back. He was doing this not just for Marta, but for his other friends as well. He had to know the root of his fear... and the holes of his memory.
Location: The Plane.
Time: ... Now? :D
Summary: Emil finally seeks the answers to who and what he is.
Warnings: LANGUAGE. Also spoilers. Will update as needed.
Emil waited until Marta was asleep in their camp to disappear to the Plane. He was tired, but his sleepiness had to wait. It wasn't as if he could rest anyway, not with Crane's words reverberating around his head. "Come see me when you're ready." It'd been a few weeks, he was sure, and only now did Emil find the time or the courage to go and see him.
He wanted to do it alone.
With a silent apology to Marta, he appeared on the Plane and made his way straight to the library. It was where he'd found Crane before... And that odd notebook he had written notes in-- those were concerning the books here, too. He also felt a strange sense of familiarity with books that only made him more uneasy, but he put that aside for now. The answer to that... probably entwined with everything else.
"Mr. Crane?"
Emil fidgeted with his armbands, then took a deep breath and put on a brave face. There was no going back. He was doing this not just for Marta, but for his other friends as well. He had to know the root of his fear... and the holes of his memory.