[01] Outer ring somewhere / Open

Jul. 15th, 2014 07:37 pm
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In all of the strange things he's experienced in his life, there's still nothing that really compares to being suddenly spirited away to what he knows intrinsically to be an entirely different world.

As jarring as the sudden shift had been, Subaru's shock is only momentary. With no apparent reason for how or why he is here, let alone any explanation that helps him determine where 'here' might be, there's not much to be done but to survey the surroundings.

The more worrying thing is the realization that his spiritual abilities are gone.

It's as though he's suddenly gone blind, deaf, and numb all at once. Although he can see, hear, and feel normally, the connection with the spiritual essence of the world is completely severed. He strains, trying to cast out for any sensation of spiritual energy, but coming back with nothing. More than being in a completely different world, the lack of his onmyoujitsu abilities is what has him reeling. He can't remember a time when he couldn't pick up on the spiritual signatures of other people, regardless of how dull or sharp they were. Entire places have energies all their own, but now it's as though everything has been silenced.

It's so, so quiet.

Subaru starts walking. He may be here for some time, and perhaps if he learns more about this place, he can find a way to regain his power - or learn to live without it.

But he doesn't especially mourn for the world from which he was ripped; there's little left for him there, anyway.
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( 01 ) outer ring / open.

Jul. 15th, 2014 11:55 am
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It's a sudden and jarring change. One moment there is the familiar momentum of a horse at full gallop beneath him, adrenaline making his blood pump fast through him, loud in his ears, the Titans bearing down on his group--there is panicked shouting from the soldiers behind him, and he rises up in the stirrups of his saddle--

And then, with the echo of a child's voice in the back of his mind, he is standing on his own two feet on a patch of barren soil facing gates nearly as large as those set into the walls. But these ones are crumbling, and the walls around them don't rise so high that they seem to touch the sky itself. It's enough to make his head spin, and for a moment he is struck dumb by the scenery whiplash. But Erwin has nothing if not a quick and adaptable mind, and his wits soon return to him. With them, of course, come an onslaught of questions he can't hope to answer for himself yet.

His hands stray instinctively to his hips, looking for the grips of the pair of blades that should be settled there, but find nothing. Though he wears the harness still, he is missing the reassuring weight of the maneuver gear itself: the sheathes by his sides, the propulsion system at his back. Gone, along with his horse, along with his men, along with everything familiar to him. He has never seen a landscape such as this one.

The only thing to do, then, is to look around and try to gauge what happened, where he is--the worn "Central City" sign doesn't do much to satisfy his curiosity.

Past the gates, the seemingly abandoned city turns labrythine. He wanders down several smaller streets only to be me with abrupt ends, empty alleyways seemingly purposeless and connected to nothing but what he assumes is a main street. He ends up retracing his steps several times over, and ultimately sticks to the larger roads instead. He's yet to see anyone else, nor has he found anything that would serve to answer any of his questions. His booted footsteps seem loud on the roadway beneath his feet, the only sound in an otherwise eerie silence.
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