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When Atton opens his eyes, he hasn't got his sword, and he's wearing a wide-brimmed hat, a billowing coat, and a whole lot of black.
Thoughtfully: "Huh."
They're in a garden of some sort, filled with statues, fountains, and plants, with a forest and a massive city in the distance. A lot of people are milling around, all in dress from a variety of different time periods.
Atton thinks about this, a moment.
"Huh."
Thoughtfully: "Huh."
They're in a garden of some sort, filled with statues, fountains, and plants, with a forest and a massive city in the distance. A lot of people are milling around, all in dress from a variety of different time periods.
Atton thinks about this, a moment.
"Huh."
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Date: 2009-04-22 11:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-22 11:29 pm (UTC)It isn't long until trees start cropping up around them, sparsely at first, then suddenly in huge amounts as they enter the forest. It's the sort of forest that would be much more at place in somewhere temperate and chilly, rather than a desert, which is possibly why the temperature drops as soon as they're in there.
"Ah, that's better."
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Date: 2009-04-23 08:34 pm (UTC)Off in the distance, there are flashes of green and pink and blue.
"That's new."
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Date: 2009-04-23 09:05 pm (UTC)Looks at the desert, and the sand.
Looks back at Guppy.
Meanwhile, the pinks, greens and blues advance forward like a wave until they reach the Garden, engulfing it before continuing onwards. They stop a fair distance from the forest, fading away.
The parts of the desert they passed over are no longer golden-yellow with a blue sky, but now an array of too-bright colours with a completely black sky, without stars or a sun. There are curls of crystal, glittering with glowing numbers, arcing out of the sand.
Off in the distance, the Garden, now strangely twisted is glowing, as numbers flow up from it and into the sky.
Atton throwns, heading out into a still-normal part of the desert and picking up some sand, turning it about in his hands before letting it flow through his fingers.
"Weird."
He looks back at the strange-coloured desert areas. Occasionally, a bright green net flickers around them.
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Date: 2009-04-23 09:16 pm (UTC)Beat.
"Probably best not t'touch it, though."
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Date: 2009-04-23 09:22 pm (UTC)"So tis some sort o'illness o'the system?"
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