02-19-2015, 07:12 AM
With a nod, Crona whispers lightly to his blade, and just like that, it transforms into a pillar of sickly purple light before the young boy absorbs it into himself as though it was a ordinary thing. He felt even more insecure without something to hold, and so grabs his elbow with his opposite arm as he follows Jon into the Gate. He gawks at the trooper Captain as he snorts somewhat at Crona before returning to his post outside the gate, being met with a series of grunts and mumbles as his platoon acknowledges his arrival. He would have continued staring, if not for a blaring white light as he entered the gate to Coruscant.
Crona breathes in heavily as he enters through the gate, a bright light dazzling his eyes as he travels through. It really was quite a sublime feeling, unlike anything he had experienced before, but as suddenly as it started, it was over, and he finds himself standing infront of the Empire's glorious city of Coruscant. He stretches his head around to get a good feel of the place, it seemed to escalate in every direction, the giant cityscape somewhat reminding him of his home in Death City on his home world, except this place was definitely much more high-tech. He even saw strange hovering boxes that seemed to transport people to one of the other levels of the city. It truly seemed like a marvel, but more then that, those weird white soldiers were telling the truth.
It bustled with people, soldiers and civilians went about their business to whatever place they were rushing off to. Crona wondered how many things there would be in such a city, libraries, training rooms, maybe a nice place where he could get away from everyone. Maybe there were even others like him, taken from their world? He shuddered at the idea, not that they were taken, but the idea of conversing with people. For now, Jon was enough to give him direction, and Ragnarok would always be there for him. Even if it didn't seem like it.
With a light sigh, Crona relaxes somewhat, though still clings onto his elbow with his hand, this felt a little more like his own home. Sure, it was a little different, especially with the flying boxes and the lights with no candles in them, but aside from that, he found the cityscape comforting.
He stretches his neck up as far as it would go, wondering how far the slate of metal ceiling was above him. This complex must be huge, surely there was a place he could gather his thoughts, but most importantly, figure out how to get back to his own world.
His own world... He wondered if it already to late to stop his mother, or if his friends had begun to worry about him, or maybe the Kishin had defeated them all, and there was nothing to return to. The thoughts plagued him, and he grew anxious again, instead of being comforted, he found himself in a strange labyrinth-like city with no direction. He turns and looks for Jon.
"So... this is... this is pretty nice, huh?" He says warily.
Crona breathes in heavily as he enters through the gate, a bright light dazzling his eyes as he travels through. It really was quite a sublime feeling, unlike anything he had experienced before, but as suddenly as it started, it was over, and he finds himself standing infront of the Empire's glorious city of Coruscant. He stretches his head around to get a good feel of the place, it seemed to escalate in every direction, the giant cityscape somewhat reminding him of his home in Death City on his home world, except this place was definitely much more high-tech. He even saw strange hovering boxes that seemed to transport people to one of the other levels of the city. It truly seemed like a marvel, but more then that, those weird white soldiers were telling the truth.
It bustled with people, soldiers and civilians went about their business to whatever place they were rushing off to. Crona wondered how many things there would be in such a city, libraries, training rooms, maybe a nice place where he could get away from everyone. Maybe there were even others like him, taken from their world? He shuddered at the idea, not that they were taken, but the idea of conversing with people. For now, Jon was enough to give him direction, and Ragnarok would always be there for him. Even if it didn't seem like it.
With a light sigh, Crona relaxes somewhat, though still clings onto his elbow with his hand, this felt a little more like his own home. Sure, it was a little different, especially with the flying boxes and the lights with no candles in them, but aside from that, he found the cityscape comforting.
He stretches his neck up as far as it would go, wondering how far the slate of metal ceiling was above him. This complex must be huge, surely there was a place he could gather his thoughts, but most importantly, figure out how to get back to his own world.
His own world... He wondered if it already to late to stop his mother, or if his friends had begun to worry about him, or maybe the Kishin had defeated them all, and there was nothing to return to. The thoughts plagued him, and he grew anxious again, instead of being comforted, he found himself in a strange labyrinth-like city with no direction. He turns and looks for Jon.
"So... this is... this is pretty nice, huh?" He says warily.
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