http://extantsoul.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] extantsoul.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg 2006-01-21 04:55 am (UTC)

Al's face closely mimicked that of an animal staring into the jaws of a predator as he took in his surroundings. Where is this? Who are all these people? Why am I here? Why do I feel so different?

Where's Brother?

All of these questions and more ran through his head one after the other, each as unanswerable as the last. A quick glance around at several other confused faces confirmed that no one expected to be here. And this...This was not Resembool. The ethereal city that stood before him, behind the glistening gates that towered above this ragtag group gathered before it, was larger than any place he'd ever seen before. Al had only once left the small rural locale of Resembool, and even then Dublith wasn't so large. This, however, was tremendous.

He had last been in the basement with Brother, preparing to transmute Mother back to normal. Had...something gone wrong? Were their calculations incorrect? Was it the theory? No, no--Now wasn't the time to worry about that. Something in it must have brought him here, but...

Where's Brother?

Al's eyes scanned the crowd, and he began to push through and around them in hopes of catching sight of his Brother's blonde hair. It was strange--had he always been this tall?

His thorough search found nothing, nothing but a few odd characters (Where are that guy's clothes? Why are they carrying weapons?), and Al resigned himself to waiting in line. Maybe Brother would be inside. Maybe someone would have answers.

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