[ The beach is quiet, or about as quiet as it can be, what with people crashing onto it from world after world after dying world. The sky is blue, dotted with clouds, and the waves lap on the sand. Or, wait. The sky was blue. But now, off in the distance, there's black seeping in. Small at first, but growing larger every second. An amorphous black mass, with ribbons of bright colors inside its swirling form, is flowing across the sky, getting closer and closer to the beach. When it reaches just overhead, it blots out the sun and the beach becomes dark. A column of black shoots down to impact with the beach, spilling out over the sand for a second like a shock wave, before it retracts, pulling in on itself, condensing into the form of... a man. A human man, with a slim build, in his early fifties. He's wearing a sharp gray suit with a trendy skinny black tie, and the most expensive shoes you've ever seen. The blackness from the sky falls down upon him-- no, into him, as though he's absorbing all of it, or... or calling it back inside his body. Finally, the black cloud is gone, and there is only the man.
He looks around, as though surprised and, well, disappointed slightly. He looks down at his very nice shoes, which now have sand all over them. He frowns. He steps forward, away from the ocean, and approaches the nearest group of refugees. ] Where are we? [ he asks, forceful yet curious. When they cannot answer, having just arrived themselves, his frown deepens, and he extends his hand, palm outward, and a black flame surrounds it. The other refugee freezes, hand clutching their chest, and they erupt into the same black flame, as though it was burning them from within, starting with their heart. ]
CITY
[ The man in the sharp gray suit does not bother trying to find food or other clothing. The bare necessities are just so small in comparison to finding answers. Instead he finds his way to the top of the tallest building he can find, and surveys the landscape. That tells him little, though it does give him an idea of where he has found himself. After that, he sits down and consults his daemon, an elegant wooden chess set, trying to delve into whatever information it can give him. ]
The Hunger/"John" | The Adventure Zone | OTA (cw: NPC death)
LANDING (cw: NPC death)
[ The beach is quiet, or about as quiet as it can be, what with people crashing onto it from world after world after dying world. The sky is blue, dotted with clouds, and the waves lap on the sand. Or, wait. The sky was blue. But now, off in the distance, there's black seeping in. Small at first, but growing larger every second. An amorphous black mass, with ribbons of bright colors inside its swirling form, is flowing across the sky, getting closer and closer to the beach. When it reaches just overhead, it blots out the sun and the beach becomes dark. A column of black shoots down to impact with the beach, spilling out over the sand for a second like a shock wave, before it retracts, pulling in on itself, condensing into the form of... a man. A human man, with a slim build, in his early fifties. He's wearing a sharp gray suit with a trendy skinny black tie, and the most expensive shoes you've ever seen. The blackness from the sky falls down upon him-- no, into him, as though he's absorbing all of it, or... or calling it back inside his body. Finally, the black cloud is gone, and there is only the man.
He looks around, as though surprised and, well, disappointed slightly. He looks down at his very nice shoes, which now have sand all over them. He frowns. He steps forward, away from the ocean, and approaches the nearest group of refugees. ] Where are we? [ he asks, forceful yet curious. When they cannot answer, having just arrived themselves, his frown deepens, and he extends his hand, palm outward, and a black flame surrounds it. The other refugee freezes, hand clutching their chest, and they erupt into the same black flame, as though it was burning them from within, starting with their heart. ]
CITY
[ The man in the sharp gray suit does not bother trying to find food or other clothing. The bare necessities are just so small in comparison to finding answers. Instead he finds his way to the top of the tallest building he can find, and surveys the landscape. That tells him little, though it does give him an idea of where he has found himself. After that, he sits down and consults his daemon, an elegant wooden chess set, trying to delve into whatever information it can give him. ]