Post by Awkward on Dec 23, 2016 6:59:36 GMT -5
For all beings lucky enough to have the freedom of being alive, there’s always that undoubted moment of inalienable peace that befalls you in your sleep. Yet, in another night of dreams, there’s one subtle difference you can barely note. It feels as though… something’s gone off. The feeling is nearly inexplicable, but somehow, you can tell it’s there…
Chetwyn, Zack, Dia, and Tefflon start to wake up from their sleep, finding themselves sitting next to each other in some sort of… comfy bench?
“Well, there goes the neighborhood, eh?”
“Yeah, they’re waking up. Showtime!”
“If you both don’t calm down, they’ll want to jump off the helicopter as soon as possible. Now, let’s give them a good first impression.”
Looking around, you can observe that you’re in some sort of passenger cabin. The sensation of moving great distances at high speeds is omnipresent within the aircraft. Sitting across from you all is another four young adults, now looking at you all. How in the world did you end up wherever you are right now? As far as you can remember, last night didn’t involve falling asleep on some chopper with these people…
“Okay! Let’s get right to it. I know you guys are probably freaking out about where the hell you are and who everyone is, but you should hear us out first.”
A young man with some ragged-looking hair and brown eyes starts speaking. He’s wearing what appears to be some sort of yellow and black leather racing jacket, with blue jeans and sneakers. His demeanor seems pretty laid back, with one leg crossed over the other.
“I go by the name of Cross. The reason you’re all here right now is that, well, me and my friends… We’re not exactly ‘ordinary’ people, per se.”
“I’m going to stop you right there and take over because I’m deeply concerned about what words will come out of you next.”
Sitting next to Cross is a man with blue eyes and purple hair parted down the middle, wearing a blue trench coat and black pants and shoes.
“Anyways, I’m known as Pars. You’re all here because you’ve been, as ludicrous as it may sound, beckoned by the gods to serve as an extension of their might on earth. You’re being given a once in a lifetime opportunity to gain extraordinary abilities and experience real adventure with little detriment. You've been recognized as containing some sorts of favorable traits that gods desire in their so-called disciples, and will be granted new forces in return for aiding the gods.”
“It’s true! We’re the living proof of this.”
The woman sitting next to Pars speaks up. She has lime-colored eyes with many projecting locks of long black hair, and held in a large ponytail. She seems to wear a sort of green and brown dress with armor on various points.
“My name’s Rose. We apologize for the abruptness of this situation. We decided the best manner was to find all of you in your sleep and bring you onto a helicopter. The very fact that we were able to do that with all of you still sound in your sleep, as well as this aircraft, should give our stories credit.”
The other person, a man sitting at the end of the row, currently seems to be invested in an oversized silver book and doesn’t speak. The man has light purple eyes with white hair all parted to one side, wearing some sort of white suit with white and lavender pieces of armor over.
Rose: “...So, do you all want to give this a try? We’ll let you walk away and return home when we’re done if you decide against this once it's all said and done.”
Chetwyn, Zack, Dia, and Tefflon start to wake up from their sleep, finding themselves sitting next to each other in some sort of… comfy bench?
“Well, there goes the neighborhood, eh?”
“Yeah, they’re waking up. Showtime!”
“If you both don’t calm down, they’ll want to jump off the helicopter as soon as possible. Now, let’s give them a good first impression.”
Looking around, you can observe that you’re in some sort of passenger cabin. The sensation of moving great distances at high speeds is omnipresent within the aircraft. Sitting across from you all is another four young adults, now looking at you all. How in the world did you end up wherever you are right now? As far as you can remember, last night didn’t involve falling asleep on some chopper with these people…
“Okay! Let’s get right to it. I know you guys are probably freaking out about where the hell you are and who everyone is, but you should hear us out first.”
A young man with some ragged-looking hair and brown eyes starts speaking. He’s wearing what appears to be some sort of yellow and black leather racing jacket, with blue jeans and sneakers. His demeanor seems pretty laid back, with one leg crossed over the other.
“I go by the name of Cross. The reason you’re all here right now is that, well, me and my friends… We’re not exactly ‘ordinary’ people, per se.”
“I’m going to stop you right there and take over because I’m deeply concerned about what words will come out of you next.”
Sitting next to Cross is a man with blue eyes and purple hair parted down the middle, wearing a blue trench coat and black pants and shoes.
“Anyways, I’m known as Pars. You’re all here because you’ve been, as ludicrous as it may sound, beckoned by the gods to serve as an extension of their might on earth. You’re being given a once in a lifetime opportunity to gain extraordinary abilities and experience real adventure with little detriment. You've been recognized as containing some sorts of favorable traits that gods desire in their so-called disciples, and will be granted new forces in return for aiding the gods.”
“It’s true! We’re the living proof of this.”
The woman sitting next to Pars speaks up. She has lime-colored eyes with many projecting locks of long black hair, and held in a large ponytail. She seems to wear a sort of green and brown dress with armor on various points.
“My name’s Rose. We apologize for the abruptness of this situation. We decided the best manner was to find all of you in your sleep and bring you onto a helicopter. The very fact that we were able to do that with all of you still sound in your sleep, as well as this aircraft, should give our stories credit.”
The other person, a man sitting at the end of the row, currently seems to be invested in an oversized silver book and doesn’t speak. The man has light purple eyes with white hair all parted to one side, wearing some sort of white suit with white and lavender pieces of armor over.
Rose: “...So, do you all want to give this a try? We’ll let you walk away and return home when we’re done if you decide against this once it's all said and done.”
