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hadriel2017-05-27 12:46 am
feelslikeimspilling) wrote in hadriel2017-05-27 12:46 am
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[ He'd not meant to hit the video function at first. He was simply fumbling around with his phone, half in a daze, half in a panic.
Spluttering, dropping his phone in his lap, hands shaking as they find their way to touch where the gaping wound to his throat should have been. Upon finding no such wound, and no scar or evidence there had even been a wound at all, Will picked his device back up again, holding it up to look at his own reflection in the screen. Raising his chin and tipping his head aside, searching his reflection. ]
I was... Where am I?
[ He'd never actually been inside of any of the Gods temples, let alone Hope's. So needless to say Will was having some difficulty in recognizing where he was. Flopping back onto the cool floor, his hands covering his face for a moment before he sprawled out. Will turned his head aside and noticed his fishing rod was laying down beside him. He'd had that with him when... When... ]
I ... I died? .... No, no... I was... Killed?
[ Looking into the screen, his eyes dashing and darting from side to side, deep in thoughts that were overflowing too thick and fast for him to contain. His brow furrowed and Will looked unsure as he spoke. ]
Is this a dream? I can't remember... I've lost all recollection of time and days... Am I still dreaming?
Spluttering, dropping his phone in his lap, hands shaking as they find their way to touch where the gaping wound to his throat should have been. Upon finding no such wound, and no scar or evidence there had even been a wound at all, Will picked his device back up again, holding it up to look at his own reflection in the screen. Raising his chin and tipping his head aside, searching his reflection. ]
I was... Where am I?
[ He'd never actually been inside of any of the Gods temples, let alone Hope's. So needless to say Will was having some difficulty in recognizing where he was. Flopping back onto the cool floor, his hands covering his face for a moment before he sprawled out. Will turned his head aside and noticed his fishing rod was laying down beside him. He'd had that with him when... When... ]
I ... I died? .... No, no... I was... Killed?
[ Looking into the screen, his eyes dashing and darting from side to side, deep in thoughts that were overflowing too thick and fast for him to contain. His brow furrowed and Will looked unsure as he spoke. ]
Is this a dream? I can't remember... I've lost all recollection of time and days... Am I still dreaming?
[Video]
[ He couldn't speak. He was in too much shock. It was one thing to have been killed and died in the first place, but to wake up in a temple, alone with no note or message, letting him know where he was and what was going on? Yea, he was disorientated and upset beyond words.
Will was used to dealing with the dead, but he wasn't ready to deal with his own death, not just yet. ]
Action!
[Amos was muttering under his breath as he bounced up the steps and entered Hope's temple. He paused for just a moment before trotting hastily to Will's side, dropping immediately into a crouch beside his friend. The trailing end of his prayer might be heard by Will as Amos hastily finished, invoking his very own patron saint.]
....Saint Rose intercedes for us, Amen.
Will, it's okay, you're alright.