06-16-2015, 02:12 AM
"What in Seven Hells?!" Jon gasped as he suddenly warped into the vicinity, heartbeat racing with surprise and shock. He inhaled sharply, taking some moments to quickly recompose himself, as well as gather his bearings.
Where was he? Everywhere he looked... sand, sand for miles. The crashing lull of the waves soon grabbed his attention, and Jon found himself turning his head to look to his right. Seawater.
Snow blinked, then looking down at himself. His attire both looked, and certainly felt different. Instead of his usual battered-looking fur garbs, Jon now sported a plain, black t-shirt, with black swimtrunks to match. Two dark-colour pairs of flip-flops stuck to his feet, protecting his skin and flesh from the warm wrath of the sand beneath him. All that remained of his old clothing now was the cloak, the fluffy accessory sitting neatly around his shoulders. The cloak was too much of a recognisable fashion statement for him to just simply lose like that.
Jon slowly reached up, pulling the black aviators over his forehead down so they covered his eyes. He suddenly found himself being able to see more clearly and with less glint from the overhead sun, now.
Jon Snow wanted to mentally question what exactly it was that was going on, but then he remembered this was the Omniverse and not Westeros, and that few things made actual sense here.
"Never been to a beach before..." the bastard of Winterfell shrugged his shoulders, uncanningly trying to make some light of a weird situation. He turn to face the horizon, staring out toward the deep blue, a feeling of serenity and calm overtaking him. The gulls cawed and sung from overhead, and Jon smiled faintly.
Maybe this of all situations wasn't so bad.
Where was he? Everywhere he looked... sand, sand for miles. The crashing lull of the waves soon grabbed his attention, and Jon found himself turning his head to look to his right. Seawater.
Snow blinked, then looking down at himself. His attire both looked, and certainly felt different. Instead of his usual battered-looking fur garbs, Jon now sported a plain, black t-shirt, with black swimtrunks to match. Two dark-colour pairs of flip-flops stuck to his feet, protecting his skin and flesh from the warm wrath of the sand beneath him. All that remained of his old clothing now was the cloak, the fluffy accessory sitting neatly around his shoulders. The cloak was too much of a recognisable fashion statement for him to just simply lose like that.
Jon slowly reached up, pulling the black aviators over his forehead down so they covered his eyes. He suddenly found himself being able to see more clearly and with less glint from the overhead sun, now.
Jon Snow wanted to mentally question what exactly it was that was going on, but then he remembered this was the Omniverse and not Westeros, and that few things made actual sense here.
"Never been to a beach before..." the bastard of Winterfell shrugged his shoulders, uncanningly trying to make some light of a weird situation. He turn to face the horizon, staring out toward the deep blue, a feeling of serenity and calm overtaking him. The gulls cawed and sung from overhead, and Jon smiled faintly.
Maybe this of all situations wasn't so bad.
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