Banned
It was all one large and trippy journey. He felt that this is what it was like to be on LST, Cocaine, Heroine, etc. It had only been a minute ago where he was sitting in his room tending to his Bass Guitar practise when the Orb came out of nowhere. The voice was strong, rather English for his matter. Being a Scot, this slightly annoyed him. He had just allowed himself to Follow orders from a floating English energy that sounded like it could be a Shop Announcer at Mark's and Spenser's.
The lights of Cyan and blue, much like the Orb he encountered in his little studio, were flashing before his eyes. He felt weightless. It was like drifting in Space, whilst being on Illegal Drugs. Out of all the experiences that he had ever encountered in his life, this had to be the weirdest. As they floated, he heard the voice speak to himself once again, with the energy and all in its voice.
"I can see, quite clearly, that you're having quite the Whale of a time, my new companion?" The thought of being someone else's companion just sickened him. It related to his real life. Having to stay on the sidelines of his mediocre band, getting little recognition. Though thinking about his real life, he felt that what he was getting into was illogical. He was in a home, doing what normal humans do, rain pouring down outside, when suddenly a poltergeist just appears and convinces him to 'Save the world'. What made less sense was the fact that the 'World' was the Bloody moon. The Moon?! He hadn't anticipated actually being transported to such a place, but as he flew threw this mystical abyss of colour and speed, it might as well be true. Everything was too fast, everything was too illogical. Why on Earth would he agree to something like this on such a short notice. Oh wait...he just remembered.
"You didn't have to tell me you were going to kill my Cat if I didn't come with you! No one lays a bloody paw on Sydney!" He retorted, ignoring the question already asked by the Orb.
"And you didn't need to reach for that butter-knife to stab a Light-based entity. That was never going to work, y'know..." This made him think. "Touche..." Before he had the chance to speak it aloud, he felt that the speed suddenly grinded to a halt, and G-Force took its effect. He was flung off of his feet, appearing out of this transport realm and into what seemed to be a Marble-like floor. He skidded along his side, as he gently tapped the wall. He wasn't completely aware that there were 'Others' in the area. However, something felt Off...
There was a new set of weight on his head, shoulders, legs and feet. He felt that his clothes had just been converted into pure Gravity. Though when he looked down, all he saw was that of Armor. Plated armor, of a light texture, covered his body. Flexible, he discovered as he moved his arms around to inspect it. It seemed to be of those lighter one's you'd find in all those 'Fantasy' films and books. He reached for his legs, finding a holster. His hand found its way creeping into the hilt that poked out of the leathery casing, and as he pulled it out...Folded hand-tool? Though with the pressure then applied to the hilt, two prods poked out from either side. His eyes widened as he scanned it, looking for what seemed to be a Small Crossbow. He felt more weight being added to his back, as he spun the strap scaling his chest around to reveal a large Rifle, with a Brass Embroiled Optic. A grin slowly crept his way up his face, which was mostly concealed by the tilt of the armored Hat that laid on top of his head. He still wasn't aware that some of the new arrivals might've been seeing his entrance, crash and existence, which he had not yet known of their existence. But it was clear now...he had some new ideas, still confused as hell...
"Oh damn...Marcus Krean, you got yourself some stlye..."
"Stop being Modest, there is actually some serious matters ahead..."
The lights of Cyan and blue, much like the Orb he encountered in his little studio, were flashing before his eyes. He felt weightless. It was like drifting in Space, whilst being on Illegal Drugs. Out of all the experiences that he had ever encountered in his life, this had to be the weirdest. As they floated, he heard the voice speak to himself once again, with the energy and all in its voice.
"I can see, quite clearly, that you're having quite the Whale of a time, my new companion?" The thought of being someone else's companion just sickened him. It related to his real life. Having to stay on the sidelines of his mediocre band, getting little recognition. Though thinking about his real life, he felt that what he was getting into was illogical. He was in a home, doing what normal humans do, rain pouring down outside, when suddenly a poltergeist just appears and convinces him to 'Save the world'. What made less sense was the fact that the 'World' was the Bloody moon. The Moon?! He hadn't anticipated actually being transported to such a place, but as he flew threw this mystical abyss of colour and speed, it might as well be true. Everything was too fast, everything was too illogical. Why on Earth would he agree to something like this on such a short notice. Oh wait...he just remembered.
"You didn't have to tell me you were going to kill my Cat if I didn't come with you! No one lays a bloody paw on Sydney!" He retorted, ignoring the question already asked by the Orb.
"And you didn't need to reach for that butter-knife to stab a Light-based entity. That was never going to work, y'know..." This made him think. "Touche..." Before he had the chance to speak it aloud, he felt that the speed suddenly grinded to a halt, and G-Force took its effect. He was flung off of his feet, appearing out of this transport realm and into what seemed to be a Marble-like floor. He skidded along his side, as he gently tapped the wall. He wasn't completely aware that there were 'Others' in the area. However, something felt Off...
There was a new set of weight on his head, shoulders, legs and feet. He felt that his clothes had just been converted into pure Gravity. Though when he looked down, all he saw was that of Armor. Plated armor, of a light texture, covered his body. Flexible, he discovered as he moved his arms around to inspect it. It seemed to be of those lighter one's you'd find in all those 'Fantasy' films and books. He reached for his legs, finding a holster. His hand found its way creeping into the hilt that poked out of the leathery casing, and as he pulled it out...Folded hand-tool? Though with the pressure then applied to the hilt, two prods poked out from either side. His eyes widened as he scanned it, looking for what seemed to be a Small Crossbow. He felt more weight being added to his back, as he spun the strap scaling his chest around to reveal a large Rifle, with a Brass Embroiled Optic. A grin slowly crept his way up his face, which was mostly concealed by the tilt of the armored Hat that laid on top of his head. He still wasn't aware that some of the new arrivals might've been seeing his entrance, crash and existence, which he had not yet known of their existence. But it was clear now...he had some new ideas, still confused as hell...
"Oh damn...Marcus Krean, you got yourself some stlye..."
"Stop being Modest, there is actually some serious matters ahead..."
