Ekibiyo Drakmord
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- Posted: Fri, 01 Jun 2012 16:10:50 +0000
shigekuni genryusai
RPC---------&>>Shigekuni Genryusai
Organization & Rank---&>>Tamashī no baransu - Captain-Commander
Organization & Rank---&>>Tamashī no baransu - Captain-Commander
{ "Zankensoki..." }
Suddenly, along the river, the form of a man would begin to fade into existence. the form standing about six foot tall. it was a slow process in which this being started to exist here in the otherworld. teal blue eyes suddenly piercing from where the male's head was, brown colored hair flowing to his shoulders as it began to color itself in. the man wore nothing to cover his torso, the chest region completely open, showing off exposed and ripped up organs; the heart the only thing still beating and working in time. the ribcage was shattered, the spine the only thing holding this man up. his left arm hung loosely, the flesh almost untouched. his right arm was gone, though what seemed like armor was there on the right side of his chest, charred into the flesh thereon; it couldn't be removed. from the waist down his body was covered in a long black hakama; his feet exposed beneath it were bare.
"Where... am i..."
A voice came from the visage of the male, questioning and confused as to his whereabouts at the current moment in time. he was unaware of the condition of his body, or so it seemed. taking a step forward he felt the waters of the river against his feet and he looked down. a gasp escaped his lips as he noticed the condition he was in for the first time. attempting to move his right arm he found that it was not attached, this making him begin to ponder on just where he was. this body was just a spiritual manifestation of his current form, in both look and condition; the true body elsewhere at the current time.
Eyes gazed across the river for a moment, his vision not perceiving the locations of any others within this place currently; he was out of it, in both element and mind. shaking his head he heard the creak and snap of bones, his body fractured in almost every place. he felt no pain from it though, not here in this world. breathing in the air felt, familiar. his mind seeming to reach out to the air itself he felt particles of spirit on the breeze. eyes snapping open again he drew a tiny amount of energy to himself; particles of spirit turning a visible blue as they started to gather over the right shoulder. attempting to shape something from them his concentration was broken by a pain he did feel. body collapsing under its own weight he falls to his knees. eyes staring down at the river as it flowed on by.
"Have I, passed on?"
He questioned aloud, unsure if anyone was there to hear his words. he hadn't passed on, but was fighting for his life elsewhere; body in a tube of fluids, kept in suspended animation. surgeries were being performed, medicines applied in grand qualities. the finest care was being given to him in hopes that he would continue to live. his mind kept unaware of what was going on. the last conscious thought was of him being blown away by a massive attack that put him in the state he appeared in. what happened next, was unknown to his thoughts.
"Where... am i..."
A voice came from the visage of the male, questioning and confused as to his whereabouts at the current moment in time. he was unaware of the condition of his body, or so it seemed. taking a step forward he felt the waters of the river against his feet and he looked down. a gasp escaped his lips as he noticed the condition he was in for the first time. attempting to move his right arm he found that it was not attached, this making him begin to ponder on just where he was. this body was just a spiritual manifestation of his current form, in both look and condition; the true body elsewhere at the current time.
Eyes gazed across the river for a moment, his vision not perceiving the locations of any others within this place currently; he was out of it, in both element and mind. shaking his head he heard the creak and snap of bones, his body fractured in almost every place. he felt no pain from it though, not here in this world. breathing in the air felt, familiar. his mind seeming to reach out to the air itself he felt particles of spirit on the breeze. eyes snapping open again he drew a tiny amount of energy to himself; particles of spirit turning a visible blue as they started to gather over the right shoulder. attempting to shape something from them his concentration was broken by a pain he did feel. body collapsing under its own weight he falls to his knees. eyes staring down at the river as it flowed on by.
"Have I, passed on?"
He questioned aloud, unsure if anyone was there to hear his words. he hadn't passed on, but was fighting for his life elsewhere; body in a tube of fluids, kept in suspended animation. surgeries were being performed, medicines applied in grand qualities. the finest care was being given to him in hopes that he would continue to live. his mind kept unaware of what was going on. the last conscious thought was of him being blown away by a massive attack that put him in the state he appeared in. what happened next, was unknown to his thoughts.
Right Arm Status: Gone
{ "..Only when your heart is in balance can you claim to have true strength." }
A dreary pallor of smoked gray and sibilant sounds from the air made suddenly bleak the blank drawn surroundings of this unfamiliar world to the arrival. Spun wild and whorl through dervishes spawned from some vast breach in the river, came the bow and the form and the shadow of however he perceived his transporter cross the way.
The image made manifest in his own accordance of how he would be taken to the Otherworld spoke sweetly or sour… Spoke dread, or destitute, or derision. It spoke precisely what he needed to hear in that span of space between them.
His impression gave way to the tenor of that voice. To the depth, or the breadth, or the reaches of its hearing to him who gave it all there was to give. The Drowned God reached out through the shuddering air… And spoke. Answering the question.
“You are here… And yes. Yes you have."
The Boatman pointed down at the others feet… Indicating where he was standing as his current location before turning on a heel and moving towards the other end of the vessel of this mans imagining. Speaking from the stern.
“Come aboard. I am here to take you someplace else.”