06-10-2007, 07:10 PM
The makyo found himself engulfed by darkness, concealed within an abyss of empty, agonizing pain. He could not see, he could not hear, he could not smell. What could he have done to constitute for such harsh afflictions? As the surrounding veil of sable constrictions began to fade, his composure returned. The flesh upon his face started to accumulate and reform, as if time was rewinding where he stood.
His vision returned; the obnoxious ringtone of a nearby cellular device vibrated his ears, and the sweet smell of gourmet casserole flared his nostrils. Spice shook his head and wiped his eyes; his pointed ears still rang with the blister of a point-blank shotgun. His eyes suddenly broadened as he rushed his hands to his head in haste. A sigh of relief escaped his lips; the cyan soldier?s precious milky-white hair was still in tact.
?Am I?alive?? muttered Spice. Looking around the room, his crimson jewels halted at the sight of a well kept female sitting amidst a large wooden desk, surrounded by what seemed to be teleportation modules. A wide array of blinking lights spanned across the area, while people came and went through the universal transportation device.
?Excuse me, sir? the woman started, putting down her clipboard and placing a welcoming smile over her face. Without reply, the makyo-jin trotted to the front desk where she was seated.
?Where will you be traveling?? she inquired, pressing her finger against a lit up screen filled with directory routes and the like. She proceeded to readjust her glasses before pausing, awaiting an answer.
?Earth,? Spice grunted; he was still peeved about his disgraceful elimination. The woman simply pointed her index finger, instructing the cyan brute to a pod at the right. Accordingly, the ex-Lieutenant entered the teletube, and with a flash of light he was launched through space and time before re-materializing upon planet Earth; he had arrived to his destination.
(OOC: Had to force myself to write this =S)
His vision returned; the obnoxious ringtone of a nearby cellular device vibrated his ears, and the sweet smell of gourmet casserole flared his nostrils. Spice shook his head and wiped his eyes; his pointed ears still rang with the blister of a point-blank shotgun. His eyes suddenly broadened as he rushed his hands to his head in haste. A sigh of relief escaped his lips; the cyan soldier?s precious milky-white hair was still in tact.
?Am I?alive?? muttered Spice. Looking around the room, his crimson jewels halted at the sight of a well kept female sitting amidst a large wooden desk, surrounded by what seemed to be teleportation modules. A wide array of blinking lights spanned across the area, while people came and went through the universal transportation device.
?Excuse me, sir? the woman started, putting down her clipboard and placing a welcoming smile over her face. Without reply, the makyo-jin trotted to the front desk where she was seated.
?Where will you be traveling?? she inquired, pressing her finger against a lit up screen filled with directory routes and the like. She proceeded to readjust her glasses before pausing, awaiting an answer.
?Earth,? Spice grunted; he was still peeved about his disgraceful elimination. The woman simply pointed her index finger, instructing the cyan brute to a pod at the right. Accordingly, the ex-Lieutenant entered the teletube, and with a flash of light he was launched through space and time before re-materializing upon planet Earth; he had arrived to his destination.
(OOC: Had to force myself to write this =S)