I. Crash Landing [His entrance into this strange new world is comparatively subdued - from his own perspective, the ground on the other side of the door Father Nighroad was chivvying him through gave way, and he was falling for what seemed like a very long time indeed.
If anyone happens to be watching, he appears in the sky as if he tripped through an invisible doorway up there - and drops unceremoniously into the ocean before he's even registered the change in his surroundings, because he isn't the kind of Methuselah who can fly.
He surfaces with a great deal of coughing and spluttering, and manages to drag himself to shore despite that. There's a long few minutes where he just stays on his hands and knees in the sand, coughing up seawater. Once he's expelled most of it from his lungs, he finally turns his attention to his surroundings.
He's on a beach, not in a city, and it's night where from his perspective it was day only moments ago (which is a lucky thing, actually, since his impromptu swim has washed off his UV protection gel). And there's no sign now of Father Nightroad, who was right behind him.]
Priest...? [The first attempt comes out as a croak, sp he tries again.] Priest! [But it turns out his throat is still so raw that trying to shout just sends him into another coughing fit.]
II. Rain [Venturing out into it by day would mean not only careful application of the gel, which he can't afford to waste, but finding some way to keep the rain off entirely so that it wouldn't wash off. So, Ion saves his explorations for nighttime - it isn't a hindrance, this city he's found himself in never really seems to sleep.
So here he is, seated at a booth in Pop's Chock'lit Shoppe, waiting for his meal and doing some thinking. By now, the little white squirrel perched on his shoulder has explained what this place is and why he's here. What he's meant to do. It's... more than a little overwhelming, knowing the fate of his entire world rests on his shoulders alone.
He can't help but think that Father Nightroad would be far better suited to this mission than he is. And as his thoughts turn to the priest, he finds himself absently doodling in the condensation on the window - the end result is a cartoonish little caricature of Abel Nightroad.]
Ion Fortuna | Trinity Blood
[His entrance into this strange new world is comparatively subdued - from his own perspective, the ground on the other side of the door Father Nighroad was chivvying him through gave way, and he was falling for what seemed like a very long time indeed.
If anyone happens to be watching, he appears in the sky as if he tripped through an invisible doorway up there - and drops unceremoniously into the ocean before he's even registered the change in his surroundings, because he isn't the kind of Methuselah who can fly.
He surfaces with a great deal of coughing and spluttering, and manages to drag himself to shore despite that. There's a long few minutes where he just stays on his hands and knees in the sand, coughing up seawater. Once he's expelled most of it from his lungs, he finally turns his attention to his surroundings.
He's on a beach, not in a city, and it's night where from his perspective it was day only moments ago (which is a lucky thing, actually, since his impromptu swim has washed off his UV protection gel). And there's no sign now of Father Nightroad, who was right behind him.]
Priest...? [The first attempt comes out as a croak, sp he tries again.] Priest! [But it turns out his throat is still so raw that trying to shout just sends him into another coughing fit.]
II. Rain
[Venturing out into it by day would mean not only careful application of the gel, which he can't afford to waste, but finding some way to keep the rain off entirely so that it wouldn't wash off. So, Ion saves his explorations for nighttime - it isn't a hindrance, this city he's found himself in never really seems to sleep.
So here he is, seated at a booth in Pop's Chock'lit Shoppe, waiting for his meal and doing some thinking. By now, the little white squirrel perched on his shoulder has explained what this place is and why he's here. What he's meant to do. It's... more than a little overwhelming, knowing the fate of his entire world rests on his shoulders alone.
He can't help but think that Father Nightroad would be far better suited to this mission than he is. And as his thoughts turn to the priest, he finds himself absently doodling in the condensation on the window - the end result is a cartoonish little caricature of Abel Nightroad.]
III. Network
text; daemon: abeld