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What was that sound?

It was like a...an alarm of some sort, but Soleil didn't recall what it was she was supposed to be waking up for. Groggy, ridiculously so, she extended an arm to swat at the snooze button, only to have her hand smack against something hard and unyielding. It made her blink, eyes open to slits against the light they just weren't used to seeing anymore, and then went wide as she noticed she was standing in the middle of some pod.

There was a sound like a seal breaking, a hiss of air, and the front of the pod swung open in one smooth motion. It left Soleil grunting, hands jerking up to shield her eyes from the sudden glare of what was, in reality, dim lights. Her head hurt, legs felt rubbery, and her mouth felt ridiculously dry. "What the ******** did I get into last night?"

And where exactly was she? The strange, unfamiliar, semi sci-fi environment should have been cause for alarm, but now that her eyes were begging to adjust to it, it was kind of, well, cool.

She startled at the sudden touch, but there wasn't a whole lot she could do about it, considering how terribly unstable she was. At the very least they sounded caring, so far.

She blinked up at him, both hands wrapped around his arm for balance. "Thanks, I think." Blonde hair, pale skin, and what looked to be protective googles, but not the standard sort you saw in factories or labs. He was taller than her, by about an inch, though once she'd straighten up the heels would give her the advantage.

Amber eyes slid over him from the toes of his shoes and on up to his slightly wavy hair. He reminded her of her sister.

With the mystery man's help Soleil leaned back against the pod she'd just come from, and it was easier now, not having to struggling he with keeping on her feet, to give the vast chamber the sorry of attention it deserved. Dimly lit, cave like, it was hard to tell with the pods stretching out to either side of her, but it felt huge. "This is so unreal," she breathed out, lips twitching in half a smile.

"What?" Belatedly she realized he'd been talking to her. "Oh. Uh, Soleil Ray, age nineteen." She frowned as she tried to recall the last thing that had happened. "I went out with my twin..." The frown deepened momentarily before she shrugged. "That's all I can remember."

Her head swiveled around back to him. "A what in the what??"

Although, now that he mentioned it, she did sort of recall perhaps someone approaching her and her sister while they'd been out together. The conversation itself was a bit fuzzy, but shadows had definitely been mentioned.

And being a hero.

"This isn't one of those, like, total immersion sort of things, is it?" She was looking around again, brows arched. "Or virtual reality? Naw, no way has that tech advanced this much already." ...Or had it?

"How long was in in that thing?"

Her arms folding, she listened to it all with an inquisitive look and a tilt to her head. It all seemed like the plot line to some game, except it was definitely her standing there, not some avatar, and he was telling her specifically that this was indeed reality.

The only thing she recalled from any sort of dream was entirely unpleasant and she was rather hoping to forget it.

"Yeah, a few. How long was I in there?" She glanced back at the pod, and then down the row of pods. "Do you know if my sisters here somewhere?"

Her eyes widened, and her initial response was to laugh at him, to call bullshit and demand to know the real date, but he seemed so damn serious. "Is it really?" Two years. She'd missed two ******** years of her life. "Wait, um. Do we like, age in these things, or is it like that suspended animation s**t they have in space movies?"

There was a beat as her brain caught up to the rest of what he was saying, and then again she'd look back along the long line of pods with a thoughtful frown. "Yeah, we signed up together." Death? That didn't make a whole lot of sense. "What do you mean 'Death'? Like the dude with the robe and the scythe, cause..."

"so...like job classes, then." Different divisions, and each one in charge of a different sort of specialization. It sounded very much like the character creation aspects of a video game. Something Luna would have enjoyed, or even Borderlands. The analogy made it all both undeniably far fetched, and somehow easier to grasp. "Alright." It came out like a sigh, full of acceptance and resignation, and she lifted both hands to smooth the flyways back from either side of her face.

"I'm not sure I understood everything you just said about weapons, but let's do this." She felt more like herself, steady on her feet, and she stood up a little straighter to prove it. "Wherever you need to lead me, I'm ready."

Or as ready as she'd ever be, she thought to herself.