Alaric's mouth was opened wide as he fell away from the skies above him. What happened to him? Where was he? Who were these people around him? All Aaric could clearly think about amidst the myriad of questions going through his mind was the symbolic nature of this fall from the skies. 
	[color=FAEBD7][i]“...Could this be hell?”[/i][/color] To Aaric, it didn’t seem like it, but it didn’t matter to him in a very short time; Aaric was rapidly reaching terminal velocity. The speed alone was enough to make him terrified, not to mention everything else. Nervously curious to how high in the air he was, Aaric shifted the weight of his body to place his gaze towards the Earth. A big mistake. Jolted by the sight of being thousands of feet up in the air, Aaric sporadically opened his arms, allowing the book to fly out of his hands towards a destination unknown. Surely, it wouldn’t hit any poor creature. As Aaric grew closer and closer towards the ground, he tightly shut his eyes and his mind began to race. 
	[color=FAEBD7][i]“Literature is seeping into my dreams again. It’s that quote of descension. After the fall, I’ll ascend from this nightmare. Waking reality. Waking real…”[/i][/color] Suddenly, the wind that blasted against his face stopped as he felt himself being gently laid upon the ground, face first. Quivering, he lifted his head from the ground while his eyes reluctantly opened. What they saw was a peculiarly grown forest, though, not any forest to the likes illustrated in the books. He darted his head around to examine the scenery further. Around Aaric, a lush, verdant forest surrounded the sunny clearing that the people had just landed in. In the sky, soft, white clouds gently swam towards an unknown destination, the wind blowing west with a promise for adventure. Aaric did not care for the fates of the clouds. He was too busy looking at the people who landed alongside with him. 
	[color=Crimson][b]”Hey! Random other people! Anyone get the license plate number of that truck that hit us? Looked like a fucking glowing hole in the ground?”[/b][/color] One of the girls yelled out, slicing through Aaric’s moment of shock like a cold knife. After some time, he propped himself up into a sitting position with crossed legs, carefully observing the other people. It had been quite some time that he encountered people of such a wide variety, especially with the differences in language. In an unconscious effort, Aaric's psyche made a rare attempt to categorize these people. It failed spectacularly, making few yet very incorrect assumptions, but nonetheless, it tried.
	As the other people began to introduce themselves, Aaric felt no need to introduce himself. In most cases, he never introduced himself nor made greetings unless prompted to. He always kept to himself. However, as more and more people began to introduce each other, Aaric began to feel pressure. Somehow, he slowly felt compelled to introduce himself by action of a mysterious force. (called character introduction, but he didn’t know that) The blood rushed into his face as he began to introduce himself.
	[color=FAEBD7][b]“Salutations. I-I am Aaric Mitaski.”[/b][/color] He said in a robotic-esque voice.