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united_one2012-05-26 01:10 pm
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First Lie : Nimbasa City - action
Having fiddled around a little with his Xtransceiver to figure out how the primitive technology worked, he's currently got the video function turned off, mostly because he doesn't like the idea of people trying to contact him before he's properly got his bearings in this new realm.
That does not mean to say, however, that he's not conspicuous, even in Nimbasa - he's still in his dark Asgardian clothes that he arrived in, the only additions being the green bag slung over his shoulder and the Emolga currently sitting on his shoulder.
The cold doesn't bother him at all. Nor does the fact bother him all that much, due to that always having been the case, yet now there is a constant reminder attached to it. Not one of them. Something else...
He narrows his eyes, and continues to explore.
That does not mean to say, however, that he's not conspicuous, even in Nimbasa - he's still in his dark Asgardian clothes that he arrived in, the only additions being the green bag slung over his shoulder and the Emolga currently sitting on his shoulder.
The cold doesn't bother him at all. Nor does the fact bother him all that much, due to that always having been the case, yet now there is a constant reminder attached to it. Not one of them. Something else...
He narrows his eyes, and continues to explore.
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But as he opens his eyes, the lights glimmer out at him, shining in the night like a thousand points of the rainbow, scattered across the city. The bridge, falling, shattered.
He remembers being able to look out, and he would be able to see that, remembers riding out with Thor, and the others, before, when they were still innocent and ignorant.
It was beautiful, and it was heartbreaking. It reminded him of everything he didn't have any longer, and was a pale imitation of a slight portion of home.
His breathing hitched, but he couldn't close his eyes.