Evan Vang (artifacthunter) wrote in lost_world, @ 2013-09-18 19:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, evan vang, niklas wright, simon forte |
Ch-ch-changes (Niks)
Evan felt like he'd been hit by a truck. Though his body didn't look like he'd sustained that much damage. He figured that it was his brain going with the old standbys. Get in a fight, hurt after. Get hit by a guy who can hit that hard, feel like you've met a train head on.
He went to bed aching and sore, and woke up still a little battered, but more shocking was the fact that he wasn't in the lean-to, or laying on leaves, or hearing the ocean outside, waves in perpetual motion. He was in a room. Alone. Weirder still, it smelled like him.
There was a check of the bed, first, to make sure that he wasn't sleeping next to any new strangers, and then Evan got out of the bed and started to inspect things. He discovered all of his stuff. All of it. Even the pig medallion. Everything that he'd had in Electric City, all the stuff from the strange Easterfucked planet, and what little he'd obtained in Blackandwhiteworld. All of it was here.
Quickly, Evan pulled on some clothes and went for the door, sure that it wouldn't open for him. When he did, he paused for a moment, trying to check for a force field or something else that would burn him up on contact. He even used his nose. All he smelled was the strangeness that Evan could only attribute to the metal walls and the fact that he was now sure he was aboard alien craft.
He spent a little time stepping into and out of the room, anxious to leave it, but worried that it was some kind of trap. Evan's head snapped up and he became as still as a rock when he smelled something familiar headed his way.
Fairy.