Remiel
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Finding myself
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Post by Remiel on Aug 18, 2013 0:38:55 GMT -5
The black night and its white lantern greeted his eyes as they opened. The white lantern, the white circle, that was the moon... it was dark, and so it was evening... and the little sparkles dotting the sky were stars. That was what they were called, right? These were his first thoughts...
They felt rusty, his eyelids, his eyeballs... as if he had not used them before, or he had not used them for a long time. The ground was cold; the body was cold; it was his body; he was cold. He moved his arms to move his hands to bring them to his face to rub the dust off his eyes... every motion felt so deliberate, so sensitive, so new. His limbs felt more like puppets than body parts.
Why is this one lying here, again?
Instead of the corporeal vessel struggling to sit up, with that thought, the mind of the newly awakened boy realized that something was missing... that there was a blank, somewhere, inside his head, inside his consciousness... either concealed, or removed, or misplaced, or, or... Who is this one? Where is here?
Still prone, still on the cobblestones, he turned his head to the left, and saw the houses, and their state of disrepair. He knew they were houses, he knew they were broken... so at least he still knew that. He knew that this was left and this was right. He was alone, and he knew that he was, and he also knew what was the opposite of that. Being with people. With colleagues. With friends. With family. He knew what those were. He did not know who they were, if they were in relation to him. Who were his peers? Who were his relatives? Wakefulness seceded to questions, in but a few seconds.
He turned his head to the right, and then presented his hand upon his vision. It was a hand, but he did not... he did not remember it being his hand. But he should have had a hand before, right? He touched his head; he had hair. He should have eyes, since he was seeing this. He had ears, because he could hear the wind, and he had skin. He had a tongue. He had a body. He could feel his torso. His spine. His back. His groin. His legs. His knees. His feet. He had clothes. This was all so strange, because while all this was supposed to be normal, it was accompanied with a certain sort of dread... that it was not normal at all.
What did he do? He remembered magic, but he could not remember if he was a magician. He did not remember if he was good in the arts, in craftsmanship, in physical activities... what did he have, what could he remember, what could he recall that defined himself? Likes, dislikes, preferences, morals... he felt he had some and a little of all of those, but not enough to differentiate him... from anyone, if there was anyone besides him, here, beyond here...
...although somehow, he felt, that right now he was the only one who was here, or at least the only one who was near... was that normal, too? A name... Al----ne. Ce---c. M-gn--s---t. R----l. R-mi-l. R---el. That seemed... more important. Most important. My name? This one's name?
"Ra--- Re--- "
"Remiel." That is... this one's name. Or at least this one thinks so... now, what is next?
How do I find... what is missing? --------------------------------------- Notes: Oddish, sorry, I was impatient. Rem wanted me to post X.X
Whether Oddish or Youji posts next, please note that Rem can sense you coming... unless Lyra decides to randomly teleport, haha.
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