☆` i've never been to space before.
Characters: Gracia and vatheon.
Location: Nostalgia Nook.
Time: Right now, baby.~
Style: I'll start it out in prose but feel free to change this, and I'll follow your lead.
Status: OPEN ♥
The last thing she could remember was, appropriately enough, an overflowing dam. There was a lot of water.
Was that why she felt so wet?
Gracia's eyes shot open immediately upon realizing that her world became strangely silent. A dirtied hand caressed her face; what was going on now? Where were the sounds of the fighting, the clashing of swords, the grunts of pain and defeat?
More importantly, where was Kai?
Where was she?
The red-head sat up faster than lightning. She regretted doing this as soon as the very top of her head collided with the ceiling. Gracia touched at it, then her sides, then her front and back. It felt confined and oddly familiar...the darkness that surrounded the young woman broke only with a small beam of light that was able to penetrate an even smaller hole to her left.
Gracia placed both her palms upwards and pushed.
For those on the outside, feel free to notice Gracia breaking free from her prison that was a wooden box.
She squinted and looked around. This really wasn't Oshi Castle. A gripping anxiety coiled itself around her heart. What happened? She was fighting -- fighting for her loved ones, for Kai and the people she wanted to protect -- and then...and then this?
It didn't make any sense.
Gracia attempted to step out of the box.
"I don't understand what's going on, but I have to get back somehow! I have to protect--"
Her thoughts broke completely when she glanced at the sky. Or rather, what seemed to have replaced it. Her eyes widened and her movements halted. It looked rather silly; one knee was raised, leaning on the edge of the box while the other leg was still inside. Her gaze never once left the great blue canvas that was the sea surrounding them.
And then all of a sudden, Gracia felt the anxiety loosen its grip on her heart. It gradually gave way to a familiar sense of longing. Of peace. Deja vu.
Gracia's not sure, but she's been here before.
Location: Nostalgia Nook.
Time: Right now, baby.~
Style: I'll start it out in prose but feel free to change this, and I'll follow your lead.
Status: OPEN ♥
The last thing she could remember was, appropriately enough, an overflowing dam. There was a lot of water.
Was that why she felt so wet?
Gracia's eyes shot open immediately upon realizing that her world became strangely silent. A dirtied hand caressed her face; what was going on now? Where were the sounds of the fighting, the clashing of swords, the grunts of pain and defeat?
More importantly, where was Kai?
Where was she?
The red-head sat up faster than lightning. She regretted doing this as soon as the very top of her head collided with the ceiling. Gracia touched at it, then her sides, then her front and back. It felt confined and oddly familiar...the darkness that surrounded the young woman broke only with a small beam of light that was able to penetrate an even smaller hole to her left.
Gracia placed both her palms upwards and pushed.
For those on the outside, feel free to notice Gracia breaking free from her prison that was a wooden box.
She squinted and looked around. This really wasn't Oshi Castle. A gripping anxiety coiled itself around her heart. What happened? She was fighting -- fighting for her loved ones, for Kai and the people she wanted to protect -- and then...and then this?
It didn't make any sense.
Gracia attempted to step out of the box.
"I don't understand what's going on, but I have to get back somehow! I have to protect--"
Her thoughts broke completely when she glanced at the sky. Or rather, what seemed to have replaced it. Her eyes widened and her movements halted. It looked rather silly; one knee was raised, leaning on the edge of the box while the other leg was still inside. Her gaze never once left the great blue canvas that was the sea surrounding them.
And then all of a sudden, Gracia felt the anxiety loosen its grip on her heart. It gradually gave way to a familiar sense of longing. Of peace. Deja vu.
Gracia's not sure, but she's been here before.