The water recedes.
A new dawn rises.
An ancient garden is disturbed
Primeval stone trembles
The moon watches silently.
A new dawn rises.
An ancient garden is disturbed
Primeval stone trembles
The moon watches silently.
Deeper and deeper. Compared to the fires of Honnoji that threatened to consume one of you, the water would have been welcoming had it not been threatening to drown you. Faster and faster you were pulled downwards into a dark, inky abyss. How much further were you to be dragged by this current? The gentle twilight above had already faded. Indeed, even the goddess seemed to be a hazy memory. Her words, anything you conversed about like a hazy, fleeting dream.
Eventually, you could feel the current slowing, eventually bringing you to a complete halt. There you floated, motionless in the void. You could hear nothing but your own heartbeat. The blood rushing through your body. Down in this Abyss, deep in the bowels of whatever body of water you were submerged in there was an odd peace. Almost as if should you desire it, you could close your eyes and simply let go.
An eternity inside a minute.
Eventually tranquility gave way to movement. You were rising. Slowly at first. As though something was gently pulling you upwards. Vaguely, you might have felt yourself aware that you were being watched, almost as though something was watching you just at the edge of your limited vision, yet if you looked try as you might you could never glimpse it.
Faster now. Faster. You were rising further and further. The Abyss gave way to dim light. The water seemed heavy. Was this even water? It seemed to thick, and its color was slightly off. If you had tried moving you'd have felt it have almost a jelly-like consistency, yet you could not ponder it. Abruptly you stopped, slamming into some unseen force.
You fell forwards, as though gravity had just now decided to work again...
Nobbu would barely have time to catch themselves before falling face first onto the floor. Fragments of glass fell with them, scattering and breaking around them on the cold floor. Breath came heavily, it felt like her lungs were filled with water, and indeed after a brief coughing fit the viscous substance she had previously been submerged in finally ejected itself from her body.
The first thing, she might have noticed was the cold, crisp air stinging her body. It wasn't cold enough to hurt but it was most certainly enough to make one uncomfortable. Or would it have been the fact her body was well, entirely different now? Either way, once she adjusted to her new situation and took around, she'd notice she wasn't alone.
Misaki would awaken much like Nobbu had. She also apparently had been ejected from a cylindrical device of some sort. The one she emerged from was on the opposite side of the building Nobbu had emerged from. She'd already notice something wasn't quite right - she was no longer human, in fact, he was now a 'she'. Perhaps a divine prank? Well, he'd have plenty of time to think over this particular situation, supposed he lived long enough.
If one were to happen to inspect one briefly, it was just big enough to comfortably hold a human. Was this what they had been submerged in? No, it couldn't have been, that was definitely a sea of some sort they had been in, correct? Several tubes ran along the remaining glass sides, running from the base towards the top of the device. Near what was presumably once a door, a mechanical input device of some sort was seen, but it was smashed and broken. Perhaps the question didn't cross their minds. They had bigger concerns, after all.
After they had gathered themselves, they'd finally get a good look at the room they were in. The floor was made out of dark colored stone, faded and ancient having weathered centuries of elements. The walls, were the same, with odd smoothed, carved patterns decorating them just barely made out in the lighting offered by a few windows. The room itself was filled with remnants of what was once civilization. Tables had been knocked over. A few chairs remained standing, but most had been knocked over and some seemed to have been smashed to bits. Against the opposite wall, stairs led up towards presumably a second floor, but it seemed to have collapsed on itself, rubble now filling what remained. Most notably, however, were the weapons laying about the place. Spears, axes, swords, all manner of weapons in various conditions seemed to lay here. A spear had even been driven into one of the walls by force, cracking and embedding itself inside of it, unable to be moved. Those that were fully intact seemed in fairly decent condition considering their age. Nobbu in particular would find a few weapons she was intimately familiar with.
A doorway not far away, seemed to lead outside. A gentle dusting of snow could be seen on the ground from it and the windows, and beyond it more buildings seemingly made of the same carved stone.
Several more of the cylinders could be seen in various parts of the room, but all were inactive and shut tight.
So then, what would our intrepid future kings do, here?
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Leannah was the first to 'wake' in her group. Much like the others before her, glass shattered upon the ground as she was seemingly thrust out of whatever these cylinders were. Unlike the others though, she wasn't cold in the slightest. In fact, for her, it was pleasantly warm despite the fact she was wearing extremely little clothing. She may, also, suddenly be aware of the fact she no longer seemed entirely human. Claws for her fingernails. A pair of fuzzy ears. A feline tail sticking out from her backside.
It seemed as though she had been released upon a second floor of some building. A large balcony stretched around the area, lining the upper floor. Shelves of varying sizes lined the walls, though all were empty. Looking up, showed a third level of empty shelves, though smaller than the second, and below, she'd see her new potential companions.
Malphas was lucky enough to not be one of the ones roughly ejected from the device. A glass door slid open, spilling the viscous substance within over the ground before quickly dissipating. Gently, he was released from the prison in which he had apparently been suspended in, his legs managing to carry him upright as he came to his senses.
Donovan was the last to regain his senses, like Malphas he was lucky enough to not be violently thrown from his place of rest. He would have stumbled out of his prison, coughing and clutching his chest as he coughed up some of the liquid he accidentally swallowed.
Unlike Nobbu and Misaki, it seemed as though the building they were in was far larger. Large black structures filled the multi storied room. Upon closer inspection, they seemed to be shelves of some sort, made of smooth stone and carved with the same patterns as the walls around them. A few desks littered the room, and other scattered pieces of furniture perhaps told the tale of a once inhabited place. A spiral staircase rose from the first floor, to the third however the stairs after the second flooring seemed to have all been destroyed, or fallen out of their frame ages ago making access to it difficult at best.
Windows on the second and first floor had a seemingly fresh pile of snow under them, a cold breeze blowing in from the outside. The door to the place was unhinged, making it impossible to close as it swayed lightly from the breeze. Towards the door, several weapons of various makes were scattered, but oddly they never made it far past the door.
So, then, how would the feisty feline, a future cult leader, and a construction worker respond?
Alice, the diminutive fairy would emerge like the others she seemed to emerge from some sort of cylinder, hers of a size specifically seeming for smaller humanoids.
Hers seemed to be on top of small alcove hidden away high above the ground below.
In fact, looking around, there were various other items that seemed like they were purposefully hidden away. A few scraps of paper long since faded into nonsense, and a seemingly fairly well preserved book. Bound in ancient leather, clasped tightly shut with a lock. It seemed as though it was a place someone was trying to intentionally hide things. More importantly though, how would she be getting down? And below, she could already see two people getting their bearings.
Isidore, might find himself even further disoriented. Instead of being thrust out of his cylinder, instead, he found himself laying down, looking up towards the ceiling. After he shook off his momentary drowsiness he'd realize that somehow whatever his was, had somehow been placed or knocked down.
Bella had no surprises - only a splitting headache and a dull, throbbing pain in her left eye. A mild nauseous feeling washed over her and for a moment she'd feel like emptying her stomach. The feeling though, would soon pass.
The area they found themselves in was perhaps the least interesting. For the most part, it was an empty area consisting of what seemed to be two rooms separated by a partition which seemed to once have iron bars. The side they were in were somewhat concerning. Shackles. Iron, rusted metal chains hanging from the ceiling. The floor was made of cold, poorly fitting stone. With the other side being that smooth, black stone with those odd wispy carvings.
It almost gave the impression of a prison.
Suddenly, the earth shifted, causing the entire structure to shudder.
...no, that wasn't the earth moving.
It was getting fainter, but it was far too consistent to be a natural phenomena. Something large enough to cause the earth to heave lightly was moving.
Now, what would the three unlikely reincarnators do?