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paixaorpg2012-04-20 12:18 am
halfdarkened) wrote in paixaorpg2012-04-20 12:18 am
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Curiouser and Curiouser [Narrative]
Character(s): Riku
Content: Riku happens upon the next floor.
Setting: Wonderland Floor
Time: Late Afternoon
Warnings: Maybe TL;DR?
The floors were each vast, and some seemed to contain not just sections of worlds, but seemed to be worlds in and of themselves. However, the thought of being limited by them made Riku almost claustrophobic. As such, he still went out, poking at and exploring perimeters to try to gain more legroom. That was what brought him to the Stellar Graveyard.
He couldn't deny that the unease he felt in the area. It felt like the End of the World. There was a strange sense of decay here, but not the same he felt coming from those shattered worlds or from Hollow Bastion. He felt like a dog wandering the graves and tombs, looking for scraps of anything. After all, he was hungry for any clue to lead him out. He slowly rounded what seemed to be a miniature moon dipping into the water, leaping from rock to rock. Senses dulled, he could still tell there was something here not too long ago that reeked of darkness. He could only hope whatever it wasn't he didn't encounter it.
And there, off to one side against that moon, was a small rock ledge in front of a door. Riku smirked. Bingo. The youth went over to the door, giving it a gentle tap with his Keyblade before turning the knob. He squinted at the glare of white hall and stepped in, taking in the sterile, cold quality of it as his eyes focused after the dim light of the Stellar Graveyard. Door closing behind him, he strode forward with purpose and a thrill of adrenaline. Is this it? Are we finally out of here? ...Is Xemnas waiting to ambush me on the other side of that door?
Facing the door at the top of the ivory stairs, he steeled himself, Keyblade drawn and ready for whatever waited him on the other side. With that, he opened the mighty doors.
A strange combination of scents met his nose. There was a sweet scent of foliage, but also of rotted plants. The former was a familiar smell that he knew immediately, and it instantly reminded him of a brief trip to a world long ago. He was a different person then, and not one he liked to remember. As if to rub it in, however, was a giant statue of a girl he'd encountered in those days, weeping into a large stream. That statue, however, wasn't something he'd ever encountered before.
This was unmistakably Wonderland, but parts seemed strange. Most reminded him of what he knew, as giant plants, saturated to painful colors, acted as a forest without need of a single tree. But here and there were indeed normal sized trees, their canopies so thick light struggled to break through. It was in one of those patches that statue cried amongst giant, normally-small objects and large mushrooms. It was almost as if the floor had been tainted by someone's dreams, confusing the walls and baffling the tiles. Even worse was that neither seemed to have clear delineations between the normal world and this uneasy dream, with hazy borders floating lazily back and forth. Riku blinked hard, finding it a little hard to focus here.
He sighed. It wasn't freedom, but it was progress. And it would be time to rally scouts soon. "Just when I thought this place was weird already." He flipped open his journal.
Content: Riku happens upon the next floor.
Setting: Wonderland Floor
Time: Late Afternoon
Warnings: Maybe TL;DR?
The floors were each vast, and some seemed to contain not just sections of worlds, but seemed to be worlds in and of themselves. However, the thought of being limited by them made Riku almost claustrophobic. As such, he still went out, poking at and exploring perimeters to try to gain more legroom. That was what brought him to the Stellar Graveyard.
He couldn't deny that the unease he felt in the area. It felt like the End of the World. There was a strange sense of decay here, but not the same he felt coming from those shattered worlds or from Hollow Bastion. He felt like a dog wandering the graves and tombs, looking for scraps of anything. After all, he was hungry for any clue to lead him out. He slowly rounded what seemed to be a miniature moon dipping into the water, leaping from rock to rock. Senses dulled, he could still tell there was something here not too long ago that reeked of darkness. He could only hope whatever it wasn't he didn't encounter it.
And there, off to one side against that moon, was a small rock ledge in front of a door. Riku smirked. Bingo. The youth went over to the door, giving it a gentle tap with his Keyblade before turning the knob. He squinted at the glare of white hall and stepped in, taking in the sterile, cold quality of it as his eyes focused after the dim light of the Stellar Graveyard. Door closing behind him, he strode forward with purpose and a thrill of adrenaline. Is this it? Are we finally out of here? ...Is Xemnas waiting to ambush me on the other side of that door?
Facing the door at the top of the ivory stairs, he steeled himself, Keyblade drawn and ready for whatever waited him on the other side. With that, he opened the mighty doors.
A strange combination of scents met his nose. There was a sweet scent of foliage, but also of rotted plants. The former was a familiar smell that he knew immediately, and it instantly reminded him of a brief trip to a world long ago. He was a different person then, and not one he liked to remember. As if to rub it in, however, was a giant statue of a girl he'd encountered in those days, weeping into a large stream. That statue, however, wasn't something he'd ever encountered before.
This was unmistakably Wonderland, but parts seemed strange. Most reminded him of what he knew, as giant plants, saturated to painful colors, acted as a forest without need of a single tree. But here and there were indeed normal sized trees, their canopies so thick light struggled to break through. It was in one of those patches that statue cried amongst giant, normally-small objects and large mushrooms. It was almost as if the floor had been tainted by someone's dreams, confusing the walls and baffling the tiles. Even worse was that neither seemed to have clear delineations between the normal world and this uneasy dream, with hazy borders floating lazily back and forth. Riku blinked hard, finding it a little hard to focus here.
He sighed. It wasn't freedom, but it was progress. And it would be time to rally scouts soon. "Just when I thought this place was weird already." He flipped open his journal.