08-28-2013, 01:51 PM
Nyx transitioned from unconsciousness to fight or flight in record speed. Where the others seemed to slowly rouse themselves from whatever kind of stupor Omni had put them in, the second her brain whirred back into action, the mage was sat bolt upright, panicking. It felt as though her heart was trying to burst out of her chest, and as she raised a hand to try and contain it, she noticed her skin felt cold and clammy to the touch. She almost felt relieved; at least the palpitations helped her to feel more alive. She took a few deep breaths, trying to process exactly what had happened, and where she was now.
The last thing she remembered was being surrounded by the Templars, then... Nothing. Just this, whatever this was. Everything was white. It felt sterile, clinical. She couldn't help but find herself wishing that she had woken up in the Templar's dungeon over this vast nothingness. Heck, she'd even take the Fade over this weird plane, and that was saying something. Here, she had nothing to go on. Just whiteness as far as the eye could see. She was used to some fairly sparse landscapes, but nothing like this. Nyx finally dragged herself to her feet and took another look around, with fresh eyes.
It seemed as though others were here with her, but who were they? There was a tall thing in a spacesuit, a green-skinned human with pointy-looking ears, a weird gremlin-looking creature and a small human with pointy ears and a funny green suit. He didn't seem to take too kindly to the gremlin. It was definitely a strange collection of individuals, by anyone's standards. Certainly nothing she'd ever seen or dealt with before. Could they be demons? Could this be part of the Fade? Was this some bizarre kind of test created for her by the Templars?
Warily, the mage dusted herself off (though her robes were unmarked by dust, or indeed any particles of anything,) and took a few tentative steps towards the group. She hesitated as she drew near. What was she supposed to say? Would they even be friendly towards one of her kind? Her hand clenched itself into a fist, and Nyx found herself gazing down at her palm almost longingly. A deep scar ran from her thumb to the knuckle of her little finger on her left hand. 'Well, there's always that, I guess...' she mused to herself.
The last thing she remembered was being surrounded by the Templars, then... Nothing. Just this, whatever this was. Everything was white. It felt sterile, clinical. She couldn't help but find herself wishing that she had woken up in the Templar's dungeon over this vast nothingness. Heck, she'd even take the Fade over this weird plane, and that was saying something. Here, she had nothing to go on. Just whiteness as far as the eye could see. She was used to some fairly sparse landscapes, but nothing like this. Nyx finally dragged herself to her feet and took another look around, with fresh eyes.
It seemed as though others were here with her, but who were they? There was a tall thing in a spacesuit, a green-skinned human with pointy-looking ears, a weird gremlin-looking creature and a small human with pointy ears and a funny green suit. He didn't seem to take too kindly to the gremlin. It was definitely a strange collection of individuals, by anyone's standards. Certainly nothing she'd ever seen or dealt with before. Could they be demons? Could this be part of the Fade? Was this some bizarre kind of test created for her by the Templars?
Warily, the mage dusted herself off (though her robes were unmarked by dust, or indeed any particles of anything,) and took a few tentative steps towards the group. She hesitated as she drew near. What was she supposed to say? Would they even be friendly towards one of her kind? Her hand clenched itself into a fist, and Nyx found herself gazing down at her palm almost longingly. A deep scar ran from her thumb to the knuckle of her little finger on her left hand. 'Well, there's always that, I guess...' she mused to herself.