A gentle breeze rippled the water of the sanctuary. Silence, save for the soft sloshing of waves against the marble stones and ruins and the low hum of the energy lines that hung in the sky.
Then, movement. A shadow shifted underneath the surface of the water. The black mass writhed and slithered its way towards the central plinth, whereupon it stopped. From the center of the mass, first emerged a long, black tube, capped with a rectangular attachment almost blade-like in design. The tube, attached to an equally monstrous looking rifle, was attached to the back of a man. Then a head slowly rose out of the water, wreathed in thick, black smoke that seeped in rolling wisps from the eyes of the man. The smoke roiled and wrapped itself around its host as the rest of the man emerged from the depths. Clad in what appeared to be modern ballistic armour, clothes and combat boots, the spirit, once a man, stepped forth and looked around.
Where...am I?
Cho scanned the arena slowly. His new eyes could see almost everything, including life and spirits, but this place was devoid of everything. Empty. The ruins of the statues and structures stood out the most; a stark white against the low grey of the perpetually cloudy sky. Above him the energy lines thrummed into life, almost as if the arena had sensed his arrival. The plinth, however, remained inactive. Cho stared at it, trying to make sense of the foreign environment he was in.
It's...waiting for something. Or...someone?
Ever since his death against the Viking warrior Kolskegg, Cho had run away from that forest to escape what cruel fate would befall him if he'd stayed. Through his travels in the darkness he came to learn that his Earth was part of a multiverse; an infinite amount of worlds and universes that could be traversed by the well knowledgeable. Slowly he came to learn of how to control his shadowy powers, but never once did he come to learn of their origin. All he knew was that he'd died, and had promptly come back to life not a minute later as a body without life, but with a soul. His soul. His heart did not beat, instead it throbbed, filling his body with a cold, inky black that powered him with darkness.
Maybe, this was a calling. For him to wander, a spirit eternal, between dimensions, to explore and to fight.
He walked away from the plinth and chose a smaller rock upon which to sit. His Vector rested on his lap and his Intervention hung from his back.
Perhaps he'd wait here. For that...someone to show up.
@Imaginary
Then, movement. A shadow shifted underneath the surface of the water. The black mass writhed and slithered its way towards the central plinth, whereupon it stopped. From the center of the mass, first emerged a long, black tube, capped with a rectangular attachment almost blade-like in design. The tube, attached to an equally monstrous looking rifle, was attached to the back of a man. Then a head slowly rose out of the water, wreathed in thick, black smoke that seeped in rolling wisps from the eyes of the man. The smoke roiled and wrapped itself around its host as the rest of the man emerged from the depths. Clad in what appeared to be modern ballistic armour, clothes and combat boots, the spirit, once a man, stepped forth and looked around.
Where...am I?
Cho scanned the arena slowly. His new eyes could see almost everything, including life and spirits, but this place was devoid of everything. Empty. The ruins of the statues and structures stood out the most; a stark white against the low grey of the perpetually cloudy sky. Above him the energy lines thrummed into life, almost as if the arena had sensed his arrival. The plinth, however, remained inactive. Cho stared at it, trying to make sense of the foreign environment he was in.
It's...waiting for something. Or...someone?
Ever since his death against the Viking warrior Kolskegg, Cho had run away from that forest to escape what cruel fate would befall him if he'd stayed. Through his travels in the darkness he came to learn that his Earth was part of a multiverse; an infinite amount of worlds and universes that could be traversed by the well knowledgeable. Slowly he came to learn of how to control his shadowy powers, but never once did he come to learn of their origin. All he knew was that he'd died, and had promptly come back to life not a minute later as a body without life, but with a soul. His soul. His heart did not beat, instead it throbbed, filling his body with a cold, inky black that powered him with darkness.
Maybe, this was a calling. For him to wander, a spirit eternal, between dimensions, to explore and to fight.
He walked away from the plinth and chose a smaller rock upon which to sit. His Vector rested on his lap and his Intervention hung from his back.
Perhaps he'd wait here. For that...someone to show up.
@Imaginary
