(The gentle lapping of the waves is the first thing to permeate Aoba's mind. For a brief moment, the night is deceitfully silent. Awareness is too far away for him to question why he would be laying on a beach. Fighting his way to consciousness is a battle accelerated when the sound of a gun goes off in an undetermined direction.
Aoba struggles out of the human-shaped indention left behind by his body. Sand and other small pieces of grit stick to his skin and sinks into the threads of his clothing, but his coat was miraculously left behind. The worst of it sticks in his gradient blue hair, promising there would be sand to find for days later.
The more pressing matters make the sound and barely-there injuries unimportant. The gunshot had sounded close by, and Aoba had no gun or training to find himself on the wrong side of a firearm and come out the victor. It's worrisome enough that he's not even sure where he is or how he went from working on Ren to find himself sunbathing on the beach at night.
His steps are concealed by the soft give of sand, but he isn't trying to be quiet. If he stays, something can happen. Once he figures out where he is, he'll have to figure out how to get back to Midorima. That will be harder than his sounds thanks to his lack of traveling experience.)
(b)
(Normally, crowds are a haven. It's once that a body leaves the more crowded areas that possible attacks can come. Even in the city of Midorima, staying in the central city offered some protection, but the alleys that led to the bars and games were rife with people looking to make quick money or bring an end to an unsuspecting life. Seeing this crowd brings momentary relief, but it can last only as long as they don't hand out their paraphernalia. Each new article is quickly scanned, but all are nonsensical and none of them contains a map.)
Hey! (Direct interaction becomes necessary. Why are his questions ignored?) Where are we? You know how to find Midorima? (Some eyes look at him knowingly, which digs at his skin. Others look at him with pity, which manages to conjure a strange sense of terror instead. He was okay, if lost. Why did they look so him with so much sorrow?) I just need to know how to get back to Midorima.
(It has to be some sort of surreal dream. No other explanation can really explain something out of a bad fantasy.)
(c)
(The pain increases so suddenly that the intensity of Aoba's anguished howl surprises even him. Even when the headaches were at their worst, they had never compared to the feeling of his bones stretching inside of his body. As they elongate, the skin is unable to keep up with the growth, and small tears appear where his joints connect. The pain had started out as a mild cramp, but as he walks through the small apartment he'd managed to afford, the worst of the changes hit. His legs instantly grow too weak to hold him up, and he hits the floor with a sudden, harsh 'thud'.
As the seconds pass and turn to minutes, he's unsure how long he's been curling up in the floor. Finally, he gathers himself up well enough to make it to his door, though even the knob is a puzzle he has some difficulty in solving.
More minutes pass.
Finally, success occurs when the door opens to reveal a sun that was shining too brightly for the horror happening inside of his body. Aoba's been informed of the changes that will take his human body and replace it with a monster, but he's sure he's dying instead. If only he can get to a doctor, but that task feels all but impossible as he almost falls as soon as he tries to step out of the door.
The street full of busy people promises obstacles, but he braves the sea of bodies in hopes of finding help. His color and his walk paint the picture of a pained man, and he does little to put up an opposing illusion.)
(d)
(Please, feel free to tag me with an alternate option, too. We can plan beforehand, if that will help.)
Aoba Seragaki | Dramatical Murder
(The gentle lapping of the waves is the first thing to permeate Aoba's mind. For a brief moment, the night is deceitfully silent. Awareness is too far away for him to question why he would be laying on a beach. Fighting his way to consciousness is a battle accelerated when the sound of a gun goes off in an undetermined direction.
Aoba struggles out of the human-shaped indention left behind by his body. Sand and other small pieces of grit stick to his skin and sinks into the threads of his clothing, but his coat was miraculously left behind. The worst of it sticks in his gradient blue hair, promising there would be sand to find for days later.
The more pressing matters make the sound and barely-there injuries unimportant. The gunshot had sounded close by, and Aoba had no gun or training to find himself on the wrong side of a firearm and come out the victor. It's worrisome enough that he's not even sure where he is or how he went from working on Ren to find himself sunbathing on the beach at night.
His steps are concealed by the soft give of sand, but he isn't trying to be quiet. If he stays, something can happen. Once he figures out where he is, he'll have to figure out how to get back to Midorima. That will be harder than his sounds thanks to his lack of traveling experience.)
(b)
(Normally, crowds are a haven. It's once that a body leaves the more crowded areas that possible attacks can come. Even in the city of Midorima, staying in the central city offered some protection, but the alleys that led to the bars and games were rife with people looking to make quick money or bring an end to an unsuspecting life. Seeing this crowd brings momentary relief, but it can last only as long as they don't hand out their paraphernalia. Each new article is quickly scanned, but all are nonsensical and none of them contains a map.)
Hey! (Direct interaction becomes necessary. Why are his questions ignored?) Where are we? You know how to find Midorima? (Some eyes look at him knowingly, which digs at his skin. Others look at him with pity, which manages to conjure a strange sense of terror instead. He was okay, if lost. Why did they look so him with so much sorrow?) I just need to know how to get back to Midorima.
(It has to be some sort of surreal dream. No other explanation can really explain something out of a bad fantasy.)
(c)
(The pain increases so suddenly that the intensity of Aoba's anguished howl surprises even him. Even when the headaches were at their worst, they had never compared to the feeling of his bones stretching inside of his body. As they elongate, the skin is unable to keep up with the growth, and small tears appear where his joints connect. The pain had started out as a mild cramp, but as he walks through the small apartment he'd managed to afford, the worst of the changes hit. His legs instantly grow too weak to hold him up, and he hits the floor with a sudden, harsh 'thud'.
As the seconds pass and turn to minutes, he's unsure how long he's been curling up in the floor. Finally, he gathers himself up well enough to make it to his door, though even the knob is a puzzle he has some difficulty in solving.
More minutes pass.
Finally, success occurs when the door opens to reveal a sun that was shining too brightly for the horror happening inside of his body. Aoba's been informed of the changes that will take his human body and replace it with a monster, but he's sure he's dying instead. If only he can get to a doctor, but that task feels all but impossible as he almost falls as soon as he tries to step out of the door.
The street full of busy people promises obstacles, but he braves the sea of bodies in hopes of finding help. His color and his walk paint the picture of a pained man, and he does little to put up an opposing illusion.)
(d)
(Please, feel free to tag me with an alternate option, too. We can plan beforehand, if that will help.)