|Rasui (sleepdeprived) wrote in cirque_rp,|
@ 2017-10-17 16:14:00
The day was cool, cloudy and generally sleepy. It was hard to focus on any one thing. Thoughts drifted in and out of Issac's head as he lay sprawled across the ground in the Aquarium. Rare, green opalite glass tiles lined its vaulted ceiling, giving the entire place an Emerald City feel. Magic and energy pulsated over the island with hauntings of times passed playing out every now and then.
Many things were wrong with the pictures of living fish swimming around them. Shadows moved in the corners between tanks and sometimes he could feel the floor beneath him tremble softly like he was floating in a pool of water. While Issac did not consider himself a seer, his mental magic could be twisted in many ways that mimicked that of Seers. (Though did not nearly match what the Cirque's could do.) Anyone with any type of sensitivity to ghost energies or magic could feel how off-kilter the entire island was. The city beyond filled with the ghosts of an extravagant, powerful past.
While Issac had been playing fine to his cuddle buddies, his mind felt more haunted than before. Every new stop looped the thread through and item after item pulled at him in the depths of his nightmares.