Viridity

Torn Across the Rift

Post coming in the next day or two, hope you guys are enjoying the holidays.
EDIT: Post coming tomorrow, procrastination happened

Torn Across the Rift

I'll try to get a post up in a few days, have to finish finals first.

Torn Across the Rift

As soon as Vata thought there was a moment to relax, the newcomer, who introduced himself as John, started throwing around a lot of terms unfamiliar to him, but the general message was obvious. There was a massive, angry dragon coming towards them, and unless it had a sudden change of heart, it would probably kill them all. They needed to get out of this castle as soon as they possible could. But considering how the place was now a complete mess due to the avalanche that just rolled over it, anything he remembered about the castle before the avalanche probably was no longer accurate.

Vata simply nodded to what Twain suggested the group do, and followed behind him.

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Post coming in the next couple days, and I would be fine with a time skip myself

EDIT: Post coming tomorrow, having too much fun in FFXIV right now

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Vata barely even heard what Twain was saying until he put a hand on his shoulder trying to comfort him. Even through his clothes he could feel Twain's ice-cold hand, which shocked him back into his senses. Twain went on to describe what he had just done to save the group. He knew that whatever had just happened, there was no Shaping involved in it. There were so many strange new things in this world, and there was so little time to process all of it. Now there was some sort of magic that was focused on...the dead? Beyond moving around dead bodies and such, Vata did not even want to think about what other sorts of things it could do, but Twain made it sound like it was nothing out of the ordinary. Twain then started to pace around the room, and talking about how it might be possible for the organization he was in to help them get back to where they all belonged. Vata perked up a bit at this.

"Well, if you're relying on all of us to try to figure out what happened here, I suggest we all get out of here before we either freeze to death, or get killed by whatever's lurking around here."

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Post coming tomorrow

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Vata closed his eyes and covered his ears to try to block out the sight and noise of what was probably going to be the group's doom. The deafening roar of the avalanche seemed to only grow louder, until he could feel even the ground beneath him shaking. However, even though he felt some small rocks and other things hit him, it most certainly did not feel like an avalanche just hit him. Eventually the noise of the avalanche receded, and he opened his eyes.

What he opened his eyes to was one of the most horrific things he had seen in his life, but judging from the snow that covered the outside of it, it had just saved their lives. Completely stunned by the sudden turn of events, Vata gaped openly at the shield of flesh and bone that surrounded them. A long moment later, the shock started to wear off, and he regained his senses enough to exclaim,

"Spirits preserve, we're alive. H-how did this happen?"

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I'll get a post up in the next day or two

Edit: Post will be up on Thursday/Friday

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Vata stood where he was, stretching his sore arms while Twain was speaking. He didn't bother asking about some of the unfamiliar terms that he was using, since, like most of the other strange things that he had heard about here, it probably wouldn't make much more sense even if it was explained to him. However, one thing Twain said was something he understood. He said that despite all of the gruesome deaths that occurred here, there were no ghosts. When Twain said that, he felt vaguely uneasy. Ghosts were mostly just things out of stories meant to scare children in the world that Vata was from. However, from what the Spirit of Inspiration "told" him, very occasionally the spirits would choose not to return a person's soul to the spirit plane, and the unfortunate individual would be doomed to wander the world forever as a disembodied wraith. As disturbing as this was, it seemed terribly unlikely that there would ever be a large number of them in an area.

Before Vata could say anything about this, the strange rumbling noise gradually grew louder until it became a deafening roar. The noise that they had been hearing was an avalanche, and it was entirely possible it was heading directly towards them. The castle began to shake from the sheer intensity of the noise, and while it seemed like a few people out of the group were shouting commands at each other, he could not hear them. He saw Alexavier split in two again, and both ran out of the castle. The half he remembered as Xavier returned a moment later carrying XIII with little effort, but the other half of him did not return.

The dread Vata felt when he first woke up in this frozen wasteland started to creep back into him. Things had been looking hopeful, but now something other than the cold posed a threat to not just his life, but to the lives of everyone he had just met in this unfamiliar world.

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Post coming tomorrow :3