Daniel stared at the tear, watching as the others poured through one by one. Kennedy, Jeff, Leroy, and even Clarence the cop had gone. He felt a tight knot form and clench his stomach, tightening and making the ever present nerves stand out on edge.
Taking a step forward in the sand, feeling the warm air around him, Dan closed his bright eyes and focused on the sound of the waves whispering to the shore. Another step, along with it, the loosening of his knot. He opened his eyes when he could feel the powerful tear in reality, feel the life that awaited just beyond it. Now he could understand why it was called a tear. In that moment, before he stepped through to join the others, Dan could feel everything.
Taking another step forward, pushing his way through the tear, he felt strange. His mind jumbled, almost causing him to forget where he was, but he caught himself at the sight of the other Songbirds. The warmth he had once felt on the sunny beach of BattleShip Bay was instantly replaced with a cool breeze. The sun overhead was too, replaced by this strange world. The water concealed most all of the light, instead the building itself generated light and energy. As he looked around, still gathering his bearings, he found himself mystified at the sight of the glass walkways, the people, and the water itself.
"A city under the ocean..?" He was about to scoff, but decided against it. As he took in more of his environment, he soon realized just how out of place each and everyone of them looked. In appearance, and in fashion. He turned suddenly at the sound of a deep moaning, his honey colored eyes staring out the almost completely clear glass, locking on a whale swimming nearby, it's underbelly gleaming with the reflective colors of the city. So, this was rapture. The underwater city in Jonathan's tale. It was beautiful, in a strange sort of way. Though it did make him feel a bit trapped, and small. He broke his near-hypnotic gaze from the glass, turning to the others.
"I suppose we should get new attire before we continue. Lest we want to seem suspicious." He smirked, "As if coming through a strange looking tear in reality isn't suspicious enough"
He leaned back on his heels, his eyes finding a poster adversities an orphanage belonging to a Fontaine fellow. Immediately his face fell, smirk disappearing. "We can get that on the way, but as beautiful as this place is.. We have something important to attend to." His shoulders lifted slightly, eyes burning through the poster, heart yearning for his head to release the memory that pained him. Begging for him to focus, to clear his mind. He had to focus now more than ever.