06-06-2018, 02:24 PM
Bright white lines raced beneath her feet while the rest of the world in all it’s dark glory sped by, a quick memory, and forgotten. Only the light mattered. The coldness of it coursed through her, touching her in places no one had ever felt, until she felt as if she were that light, becoming one with the lines as they quickened beneath her.
Ahead, the light bubbled up from the ground, becoming a giant white sphere. That voice that said everything and nothing urged her forward towards that whiteness, and in an instant, she was completely enveloped within it, part of it, and then, she was nothing.
Blinded by the light, Violet could feel something beneath her body, but couldn’t see it. Her fingers dug into the wispy earth, recognizing the unmistakable texture of grass, and the scent of it as she broke off a handful and brought it to her face, inhaling deeply this rich smell. It was one she didn’t think she’d experience again, and she sighed heavily with relief.
The light receded, the world coming to her in blots of grey and green and brown. Although it was overcast and sort of dingy, she recognized that this was neither Hell nor whatever void she’d been expelled into. This was…different. Not Camelot, but it was somehow strangely familiar.
Finally, her vision was clear, and so was the world around her. Climbing to her feet, Violet brushed off the dirt and grass and looked around. Off in the distance, through a foggy haze, she could see some kind of settlement, and decided that would be her destination.
An hour of walking and sightseeing later, she was within sight of its gates. The walls were a bit worse for wear, but just outside and to the left of the wrought iron gates, was another familiar sight: a registration booth. She was in time!
Breaking off into a sprint, Violet closed the remaining distance quickly, stopping just short of a startled attendant garbed in a black and blue cotton suit. His hair was dark, slicked back and shorn close to the skin on the sides. He gazed at her with piercing grey eyes, a question already forming before he even spoke.
“Is this for the Abyss?” she asked, a slight lilt of excitement coloring her voice. The man nodded and handed her a clipboard.
“Y-yes, just…just fill out this form and –“
“I am familiar with procedure. I am a bit of a veteran, you can say.” She smiled at him. The form itself took moments to complete, and she handed it back to him.
He took a moment to look it over, and then pointed towards a white capped canvas tent. “If you will, just go through that doorway, and the employees will help you further.”
“Excellent,” she replied, and did as instructed.
When all was said and done, they had squeezed out as much information as they could from her, as well as poked and prodded and took fluids, and the final bit was a small video. She was strangely calm through the entire thing, her mind fixated on only one thing, and that thing was Victor Wolfe.
“Ms. Uzumaki, if you will proceed into the chamber over there, you will be taken to our preshow facility to await the tournament,” the bubbly young woman who had taken her blood a few minutes prior directed.
Violet stood, touching her arm lightly where a bandage wrapped itself around her elbow. “Thank you,” she said, and moved off towards her destiny.
Ahead, the light bubbled up from the ground, becoming a giant white sphere. That voice that said everything and nothing urged her forward towards that whiteness, and in an instant, she was completely enveloped within it, part of it, and then, she was nothing.
Quote:Pale Moors, Darkshire
Blinded by the light, Violet could feel something beneath her body, but couldn’t see it. Her fingers dug into the wispy earth, recognizing the unmistakable texture of grass, and the scent of it as she broke off a handful and brought it to her face, inhaling deeply this rich smell. It was one she didn’t think she’d experience again, and she sighed heavily with relief.
The light receded, the world coming to her in blots of grey and green and brown. Although it was overcast and sort of dingy, she recognized that this was neither Hell nor whatever void she’d been expelled into. This was…different. Not Camelot, but it was somehow strangely familiar.
Finally, her vision was clear, and so was the world around her. Climbing to her feet, Violet brushed off the dirt and grass and looked around. Off in the distance, through a foggy haze, she could see some kind of settlement, and decided that would be her destination.
An hour of walking and sightseeing later, she was within sight of its gates. The walls were a bit worse for wear, but just outside and to the left of the wrought iron gates, was another familiar sight: a registration booth. She was in time!
Breaking off into a sprint, Violet closed the remaining distance quickly, stopping just short of a startled attendant garbed in a black and blue cotton suit. His hair was dark, slicked back and shorn close to the skin on the sides. He gazed at her with piercing grey eyes, a question already forming before he even spoke.
“Is this for the Abyss?” she asked, a slight lilt of excitement coloring her voice. The man nodded and handed her a clipboard.
“Y-yes, just…just fill out this form and –“
“I am familiar with procedure. I am a bit of a veteran, you can say.” She smiled at him. The form itself took moments to complete, and she handed it back to him.
He took a moment to look it over, and then pointed towards a white capped canvas tent. “If you will, just go through that doorway, and the employees will help you further.”
“Excellent,” she replied, and did as instructed.
When all was said and done, they had squeezed out as much information as they could from her, as well as poked and prodded and took fluids, and the final bit was a small video. She was strangely calm through the entire thing, her mind fixated on only one thing, and that thing was Victor Wolfe.
“Ms. Uzumaki, if you will proceed into the chamber over there, you will be taken to our preshow facility to await the tournament,” the bubbly young woman who had taken her blood a few minutes prior directed.
Violet stood, touching her arm lightly where a bandage wrapped itself around her elbow. “Thank you,” she said, and moved off towards her destiny.
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