Phantasos

[ Did you ever have one of those dreams where you're naked in front of a crowd? Well those here are going to be treated to a sight they don't see every day. There is a handsome, well-toned, blond standing stark naked in the middle of the street. He looks confused and completely unaffected by the fact he is nude in public. He strides casually somewhere safer but he's happy to stand in the warmth of the sunlight as he gets a look at his surroundings.]

Strange. I highly doubt this is where I was meant to end up. [ He speaks with a light British accent and sighs softly.]

Though if it was I suppose the joke is on me. [He starts to walk in hopes he'll find a shop with some clothes, though he has no way to pay for them. Little does he know that he's actually dreaming so someone may want to tell him to imagine himself an outfit.]

[A soft sigh rattles in his chest as he slowly straightens out his back from where he sits, slumped forward, head hanging and arms draped over his knees as if he'd passed out on the spot. He lifts a hand to his head, rubbing the heel of a gloved palm against the corner of his brow before dropping it to lightly touch his bandaged throat.

His red gaze focuses as he lifts his eyes to his surroundings, blinking once and looking around with startled surprise. What is this? Where am I?

He slowly stands, chain rattling against the pavement and ringing as he gets to his feet. He didn't remember coming here or passing out for that matter. What was he doing here?

He started to walk the street, looking for answers or anything even relatively familiar.]

[Like looking through frosted glass, the buildings bent and swayed, contorted into strange shapes that defied the laws of gravity and common architecture. Hei pushed through the thick miasma that surrounded him, his body weighed down and his feet numb, stumbling as he walked. Only sheer force of will kept him on his feet.

Finally, he breaks free, taking in a deep breath and gulping in cold air. It was night in an unfamiliar city although the neon lights fizzing in the damp air was not wholly unusual. His head pounding, Hei steps forward.]

[OOC: Looking for some added practice on Hei/Li since he takes forever to get right usually when I have to add Li. Indulge me? Ambush him, attack him, talk to him, anything.]

[It's a complete, desolate wasteland.]

[The faint remains of a castle loom slightly in the background, but the ruins there are a poor replacement for the grandeur that once was. The air is thick with ash, the sort that settles in your hair, your clothes, your lungs. No one is around, no is left to linger over the wreckage of Silver Millennium.]

[There is one person, a figure, a girl. She's dressed in a uniform of sorts, a soldier's uniform, and she's holding a blood-stained sword to her side.]

They're dead.

[She paused, her words slowly slipping out.]

All of them.

(feel free to attack/ask/wtf)

[OOC: Since I just keep staring at all the posts on Marina tonight, I figure I might as well do something proactive and get some practice in on Hei. Although this means I should probably be using "Li," but... If you just want to attack/run into Hei without zombies, feel free to do that too ♥]

[Hei's pace is steady as he walks, his black coat blending into the night darkness despite the dim glow of the street lamps overhead. It was a bit too quiet, and his senses were on full alert, listening for the shuffle of feet on the pavement, the not so still breath of danger lurking at his back.

Where will the first attack come from? He's ready for them.]