Tarik surged upwards from where he laid on the ground, eyes
bloodshot and wide, as if he hadn't slept in weeks. He looked
around in confusion, before everything came rushing back to him in
an instant. "Ah, just a nightmare..." The half giant stumbled to
their feet, tugging on their shirt. They considered their
situation. Where exactly were they? He could've sworn he'd been
stuck in the gaps between life and death days ago, how exactly had
he been pulled out, and to where had he been pulled out? All this
for a game of power...He touched a wall. Strange, he could feel it
unlike how he couldn't interact with anything in his void. He
clearly had substance now, one that felt very much like his
previous body, but something was missing...No, something was
off.
"What exactly am i
now?..."
At that point, someone dropped down unceremoniously from 50 feet in
the fecking air, much to Tarik's shock. "What the-" He was even
more shocked when she sprung up like a spring right into his face
and started looking around in curiosity. Around him, Tarik had
finally noticed others rising and gathering in groups to talk, a
group of two that seemed to know each other and another person.
He'd have to talk to them and get to know them better later, for
now time to interact with the fallen being. To be honest, he was
quite nervous since he hadn't interacted with anyone in a while,
but it's better late than never, he needed to forge ties and check
the personalities of others. Extending a hand to shake, Tarik gave
the black haired girl a nervous smile as he said in his booming and
gruff voice, "Hello there, I'm Tarik, I'm assuming we're to work
together to survive?"
The ashes rained down from the sky like snow, cinders
scattered through the breeze…
And where was I? Burning in hell, of course.
Sylvie regained consciousness. Feeling kinda dizzy, she saw Harry
(as a ghost) in front of her. She held his hand and she slowly
stood up. Harry winked before fading.