TokyoPewPew
datadogie
Asuras
Izurich
Ti
Savo“Hey… Hey!”
He jolted awake with a start and resisted the urge to glance around at his surroundings, focusing on the startled man in front of him instead. He stared away at the sight of the foreign stranger, and the fellow’s appearance prompted him to take in his surroundings instead. “Wha-” To say he was confused would have been an understatement and he fought to control his breathing, ultimately successful as he took in the futuristic skyscrapers of glass and steel that surround him and blot out the sun.
“I understand you must be confused.” Hearing the stranger’s soft tone, he turned his attention back to the dark-skinned man, mouth open to ask questions. “Please,” the man said as he held a hand up, “just let me explain. You can ask any questions afterwards.” He shut his mouth and nodded in reply, evidently satisfying the helpful stranger.
The stranger certainly wove a fanciful tale for him to hear and his disbelief had only grown when all was said and done. ‘Impossible,’ was of course his thought towards this apparent utopia. Unflinchingly, he sank his teeth into the back of his hand and bit into the skin and flesh. An unexpected reaction given the stranger’s yell of surprise, though he was in enough pain to not pay it too much attention. Yet as he grit his teeth, tasting blood on his tongue, he could also see the self-inflicted wound begin to heal itself. “Well, that’s one way to test things,” the stranger said as he tugged at the collar of his shirt, apparently a bit startled and wary of Sorano if his glances were any indication.
“Sorry,” he muttered as he spit the blood from his mouth with a grimace. The pain had quickly began to disappear as the wound healed itself, though his clothes were now a bit bloody. Well, it wouldn’t be much of an issue if what the stranger had said was true. “Just hard to believe… still not sure if I’m not just dead.” He ran a hand through his hair and scratched the back of his head in frustration as the stranger nodded in apparent agreement.
“Yeah. Some people do think this is heaven of sorts, and I can’t really blame them. In any case, allow me to be the first to welcome you to Paradise City. Name’s Francis.” The stranger finally stood, offering a helping hand that he took to get to his feet.
“Thanks… I’ll take a look around myself for now.”
“Alright then, if you need help don’t be afraid to ask. Everyone should be more than willing to.” With that, the two of them finally went about their separate ways. He was a bit surprised to find that he didn’t have any problems with moving around after a coma of unknown length. It probably had something to do with the magical healing that kept everyone alive in the city. Though it wasn’t obvious, he could still feel the stares of people on him as he walked amongst them. Francis had said that everyone wound up here in these sort of clothes, so frankly he wanted out of them as quickly as possible.
It didn’t take too long to find a “store” where he managed to get an entirely new outfit tailored for him on the spot. An unusual experience to be certain, but one he didn’t have too much issue with as he swapped his clothes. His next task wasn’t much harder, but did take a while longer since the shops capable of manufacturing such an object didn’t seem to be as commonplace. As Francis had said though, people were more than happy to point him in the right direction with but a question.
It was an odd experience to walk through so many different districts in the span of less than a kilometer and he was honestly still reeling as he stepped inside the store. Hell, he could have sworn there was a block that took from ancient Rome if his memories were correct! He blinked a few times, lost in consideration, before an automated greeting snapped him out of it.
It took a bit longer than his clothes, but ultimately he managed to get a nice bike fabricated for him within minutes. Honestly he didn’t care too much about how he got it, and couldn’t help but grin when he turned the ignition and felt it come to life beneath him. As a set of garage doors opened at the sound of a rumbling engine, he flipped the visor down on his helmet and peeled out of the store with a sharp screech.
He jolted awake with a start and resisted the urge to glance around at his surroundings, focusing on the startled man in front of him instead. He stared away at the sight of the foreign stranger, and the fellow’s appearance prompted him to take in his surroundings instead. “Wha-” To say he was confused would have been an understatement and he fought to control his breathing, ultimately successful as he took in the futuristic skyscrapers of glass and steel that surround him and blot out the sun.
“I understand you must be confused.” Hearing the stranger’s soft tone, he turned his attention back to the dark-skinned man, mouth open to ask questions. “Please,” the man said as he held a hand up, “just let me explain. You can ask any questions afterwards.” He shut his mouth and nodded in reply, evidently satisfying the helpful stranger.
The stranger certainly wove a fanciful tale for him to hear and his disbelief had only grown when all was said and done. ‘Impossible,’ was of course his thought towards this apparent utopia. Unflinchingly, he sank his teeth into the back of his hand and bit into the skin and flesh. An unexpected reaction given the stranger’s yell of surprise, though he was in enough pain to not pay it too much attention. Yet as he grit his teeth, tasting blood on his tongue, he could also see the self-inflicted wound begin to heal itself. “Well, that’s one way to test things,” the stranger said as he tugged at the collar of his shirt, apparently a bit startled and wary of Sorano if his glances were any indication.
“Sorry,” he muttered as he spit the blood from his mouth with a grimace. The pain had quickly began to disappear as the wound healed itself, though his clothes were now a bit bloody. Well, it wouldn’t be much of an issue if what the stranger had said was true. “Just hard to believe… still not sure if I’m not just dead.” He ran a hand through his hair and scratched the back of his head in frustration as the stranger nodded in apparent agreement.
“Yeah. Some people do think this is heaven of sorts, and I can’t really blame them. In any case, allow me to be the first to welcome you to Paradise City. Name’s Francis.” The stranger finally stood, offering a helping hand that he took to get to his feet.
“Thanks… I’ll take a look around myself for now.”
“Alright then, if you need help don’t be afraid to ask. Everyone should be more than willing to.” With that, the two of them finally went about their separate ways. He was a bit surprised to find that he didn’t have any problems with moving around after a coma of unknown length. It probably had something to do with the magical healing that kept everyone alive in the city. Though it wasn’t obvious, he could still feel the stares of people on him as he walked amongst them. Francis had said that everyone wound up here in these sort of clothes, so frankly he wanted out of them as quickly as possible.
It didn’t take too long to find a “store” where he managed to get an entirely new outfit tailored for him on the spot. An unusual experience to be certain, but one he didn’t have too much issue with as he swapped his clothes. His next task wasn’t much harder, but did take a while longer since the shops capable of manufacturing such an object didn’t seem to be as commonplace. As Francis had said though, people were more than happy to point him in the right direction with but a question.
It was an odd experience to walk through so many different districts in the span of less than a kilometer and he was honestly still reeling as he stepped inside the store. Hell, he could have sworn there was a block that took from ancient Rome if his memories were correct! He blinked a few times, lost in consideration, before an automated greeting snapped him out of it.
It took a bit longer than his clothes, but ultimately he managed to get a nice bike fabricated for him within minutes. Honestly he didn’t care too much about how he got it, and couldn’t help but grin when he turned the ignition and felt it come to life beneath him. As a set of garage doors opened at the sound of a rumbling engine, he flipped the visor down on his helmet and peeled out of the store with a sharp screech.
