[Altair washed up onto an unfamiliar beach, coughing up sea water and sand. His body hurt all over. Where was he? The last thing he remembered was heading to a meeting with the Order with Sirius. Sirius! He couldn’t hear his soul anywhere. In fact, he couldn’t hear any souls. Just where was he? Even if there weren’t any living creatures nearby, he should be able to feel his connection to Her at least, but he didn’t feel anything. What the hell was going on? He started to push himself up so he could look around when a shadow fell over him and he heard the familiar click of a gun.]
Don’t move. Dammit, another monster to be. Aren’t there enough of you already.
[Altair stared down at the shadow in disbelief. He couldn’t hear anything, and he couldn’t sense the rift either. What the hell? Why couldn’t he hear this guy’s soul? Was he a robot? He sounded human, but then why? He couldn’t sense Her either. Did those bastards find a way to block their magic? He knew they shouldn’t have trusted them.]
Heh, so much for peace. What the hell did you bastards do?
Peace!? With monsters that hunt us down and eat us?
[Altair gritted his teeth and clenched the sand underneath his hand, barely containing his rage. Is that what the Order was telling everyone. That they ate people? It was bad enough that the Order thought they were going to destroy the world but now they had turned them into man eating monsters. After everything they had done to try to work with these bastards. He tried to keep his voice even. He needed to get out of this mess alive and find Sirius. If he heard any of this, it would break him. He had to find him first.]
We haven’t eaten anyone.
[He tried to get into a better position, but his attacker pushed the gun painfully against his head, pushing him back down.]
I said don’t move! Maybe not yet, but you will after you change. Every monster does. This might not kill you but at least you won’t hurt anyone for a while.
[Altair’s eyes narrowed. A pointed blank shot to the head wouldn’t kill him? He’ll be back? What the hell was this guy talking about? This didn’t sound like Order propaganda anymore. The gun pressed against his head shook. Whoever this guy was, he wasn’t prepared to kill someone, he was scared. If the Order wanted him dead, they wouldn’t leave his execution to an amateur like this. None of this made any sense.
One thing did become clear though, this guy had some reservation about killing him, otherwise he would already be dead. That was all he needed to know right now. He could deal with everything else after he got out of this mess. He quickly rolled to the side and flung some sand at his opponent’s face.]
Wha..Hey! You bastard!
[The man fired his shotgun. Altair’s eyes widened when he saw the gun. Damn, he had a shotgun? He cried out as the shot hit his shoulder. His opponent staggered back and rubbed at his eyes. Altair’s shoulder burned with pain, but he didn’t have time to worry about that right now. The sand wouldn’t distract this guy for long. He grabbed his leg and pulled. The guy lost his balance and fell, firing a second shot into the air. He dropped the shotgun when he crashed into the sand. Altair snatched the fallen gun and swung it at his head. The man stopped moving. With a shaking hand, Altair checked for a pulse. He was still alive. Thank goodness. He rolled onto his back with a loud sigh. Well that could have gone better. After taking a few seconds to catch his breath, he slowly got to his feet. The pain in his shoulder flared up as he moved. He couldn’t stay here. Someone might have heard the shots. ]
Pamphlets
[Altair slipped into a nearby ally. After his encounter on the beach he didn’t trust these people and he couldn’t stand their fake smiles anymore. He leaned against the wall and opened one of the pamphlets that was forced on him. Bunnyips? Fur bearing Trout? These weren’t helpful at all. He sighed. Looks like he was going to have to talk to people if he wanted any useful information. Great. He didn’t want to deal with the locals again, so he lurked at the entrance of the alley and stopped the first monster he saw.]
Hey, You got a minute?
Changes
[Altair suddenly felt extremely dizzy and he staggered against a nearby wall. What the hell? He felt fine just a second ago. Was it the changes everyone warned him about? If it was, he should head home. He didn’t want to change on the streets. The world swam with each step and it was getting difficult to breathe. He felt himself falling and then everything turned black.
He felt like he was drowning in a pitch-black sea. This felt eerily familiar. He knew it wasn’t the sea of souls, but it was too similar and brought back unpleasant memories. He needed to get out of here. He swam upwards. For some reason he felt like it was the way out of here. His head broke the surface of the water and he looked around. Wait. He was back in the streets. Then what was this strange black sea he was swimming in? Out of habit he pulled himself out of the water and rested on the black waves like it was nothing. That shouldn’t have worked. This wasn’t the sea of souls. He shouldn’t be able to walk on water here. He looked down at the dark water below him. Just what the hell was going on? The water rippled and shifted into the shape of his own body. He let out a scream and glided? away from his body?]
Huh?
[Since when did he glide? He looked down. All he saw was a shadow where his legs once were. Where did his legs go? And how was he outside of his own body? He turned his attention back to his body, just in time to see it disintegrate into a pile of ash.]
What the hell?
[Freaking out, he glided away from what remained of his body. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down. Ok. So his body turned to ash, he can glide now and he was some sort of shadow monster……..A shadow. Again?! Of all the monsters he could have turned into he got the shadow monster?! The whole situation was so cruel he couldn’t help but laugh.]
Altair | OC
[Altair washed up onto an unfamiliar beach, coughing up sea water and sand. His body hurt all over. Where was he? The last thing he remembered was heading to a meeting with the Order with Sirius. Sirius! He couldn’t hear his soul anywhere. In fact, he couldn’t hear any souls. Just where was he? Even if there weren’t any living creatures nearby, he should be able to feel his connection to Her at least, but he didn’t feel anything. What the hell was going on? He started to push himself up so he could look around when a shadow fell over him and he heard the familiar click of a gun.]
Don’t move. Dammit, another monster to be. Aren’t there enough of you already.
[Altair stared down at the shadow in disbelief. He couldn’t hear anything, and he couldn’t sense the rift either. What the hell? Why couldn’t he hear this guy’s soul? Was he a robot? He sounded human, but then why? He couldn’t sense Her either. Did those bastards find a way to block their magic? He knew they shouldn’t have trusted them.]
Heh, so much for peace. What the hell did you bastards do?
Peace!? With monsters that hunt us down and eat us?
[Altair gritted his teeth and clenched the sand underneath his hand, barely containing his rage. Is that what the Order was telling everyone. That they ate people? It was bad enough that the Order thought they were going to destroy the world but now they had turned them into man eating monsters. After everything they had done to try to work with these bastards. He tried to keep his voice even. He needed to get out of this mess alive and find Sirius. If he heard any of this, it would break him. He had to find him first.]
We haven’t eaten anyone.
[He tried to get into a better position, but his attacker pushed the gun painfully against his head, pushing him back down.]
I said don’t move! Maybe not yet, but you will after you change. Every monster does. This might not kill you but at least you won’t hurt anyone for a while.
[Altair’s eyes narrowed. A pointed blank shot to the head wouldn’t kill him? He’ll be back? What the hell was this guy talking about? This didn’t sound like Order propaganda anymore. The gun pressed against his head shook. Whoever this guy was, he wasn’t prepared to kill someone, he was scared. If the Order wanted him dead, they wouldn’t leave his execution to an amateur like this. None of this made any sense.
One thing did become clear though, this guy had some reservation about killing him, otherwise he would already be dead. That was all he needed to know right now. He could deal with everything else after he got out of this mess. He quickly rolled to the side and flung some sand at his opponent’s face.]
Wha..Hey! You bastard!
[The man fired his shotgun. Altair’s eyes widened when he saw the gun. Damn, he had a shotgun? He cried out as the shot hit his shoulder. His opponent staggered back and rubbed at his eyes. Altair’s shoulder burned with pain, but he didn’t have time to worry about that right now. The sand wouldn’t distract this guy for long. He grabbed his leg and pulled. The guy lost his balance and fell, firing a second shot into the air. He dropped the shotgun when he crashed into the sand. Altair snatched the fallen gun and swung it at his head. The man stopped moving. With a shaking hand, Altair checked for a pulse. He was still alive. Thank goodness. He rolled onto his back with a loud sigh. Well that could have gone better. After taking a few seconds to catch his breath, he slowly got to his feet. The pain in his shoulder flared up as he moved. He couldn’t stay here. Someone might have heard the shots. ]
Pamphlets
[Altair slipped into a nearby ally. After his encounter on the beach he didn’t trust these people and he couldn’t stand their fake smiles anymore. He leaned against the wall and opened one of the pamphlets that was forced on him. Bunnyips? Fur bearing Trout? These weren’t helpful at all. He sighed. Looks like he was going to have to talk to people if he wanted any useful information. Great. He didn’t want to deal with the locals again, so he lurked at the entrance of the alley and stopped the first monster he saw.]
Hey, You got a minute?
Changes
[Altair suddenly felt extremely dizzy and he staggered against a nearby wall. What the hell? He felt fine just a second ago. Was it the changes everyone warned him about? If it was, he should head home. He didn’t want to change on the streets. The world swam with each step and it was getting difficult to breathe. He felt himself falling and then everything turned black.
He felt like he was drowning in a pitch-black sea. This felt eerily familiar. He knew it wasn’t the sea of souls, but it was too similar and brought back unpleasant memories. He needed to get out of here. He swam upwards. For some reason he felt like it was the way out of here. His head broke the surface of the water and he looked around. Wait. He was back in the streets. Then what was this strange black sea he was swimming in? Out of habit he pulled himself out of the water and rested on the black waves like it was nothing. That shouldn’t have worked. This wasn’t the sea of souls. He shouldn’t be able to walk on water here. He looked down at the dark water below him. Just what the hell was going on? The water rippled and shifted into the shape of his own body. He let out a scream and glided? away from his body?]
Huh?
[Since when did he glide? He looked down. All he saw was a shadow where his legs once were. Where did his legs go? And how was he outside of his own body? He turned his attention back to his body, just in time to see it disintegrate into a pile of ash.]
What the hell?
[Freaking out, he glided away from what remained of his body. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down. Ok. So his body turned to ash, he can glide now and he was some sort of shadow monster……..A shadow. Again?! Of all the monsters he could have turned into he got the shadow monster?! The whole situation was so cruel he couldn’t help but laugh.]