He awakens to the distinct feeling of his clothes being wet, a mild but insistent pounding in his head adding to the discomfort. Jiang Cheng sits up suddenly, Zidian sparking with purple electricity at his finger while he reaches for his sword, which is thankfully laying right next to him.
Except none of this makes sense. He is laying on soggy wooden floorboards next to an equally dismal bed in what looks to be a log cabin, everything around him completely unfamiliar right down to the style of the furniture. And his head is still pounding.
He grits his teeth as he stands there, braced for enemies to appear out of thin air and attack, then takes to searching room after room and still finding none, only more items which are unfamiliar - and locked doors. He briefly thinks of forcing them open with cultivator's strength but then decides against it, not wishing to inform his captors with the noise that he has awoken until he has finished exploring all there is to explore.
A sudden noise makes him freeze. A creak. He tenses, sword raised ready for the strike.
"Show yourself!" he barks, all thoughts of discretion forgotten in the face of pure, unbridled fury.
Fog (2nd loop)
A-Cheng! A-Cheng, help me!
He whirls around in the fog that has thickened around him just like the first time he had ventured out here, unwilling to waste any more time on the creatures in the basement when he could be trying to find an escape instead.
And now...?
"Jiejie!" he calls, eyes wide, panicked as he tries to make out which direction his sister's screams are coming from. It seems to be the direction of the cabin, where he came from, but that's impossible, right?
More impossible still for his sister is dead. She died in his arms, bleeding to death while he was helpless to do anything but cry helpless tears just like every time one of his loved ones died.
A-Cheng! There is a scream then, high-pitched and terror-filled and Jiang Cheng forgets that she is dead, that she can't possibly be here, he hurtles through the fog, maybe deeper into it or back to the cabin, none of that matters because he can't lose her again.
Jiang Cheng | The Untamed
He awakens to the distinct feeling of his clothes being wet, a mild but insistent pounding in his head adding to the discomfort. Jiang Cheng sits up suddenly, Zidian sparking with purple electricity at his finger while he reaches for his sword, which is thankfully laying right next to him.
Except none of this makes sense. He is laying on soggy wooden floorboards next to an equally dismal bed in what looks to be a log cabin, everything around him completely unfamiliar right down to the style of the furniture. And his head is still pounding.
He grits his teeth as he stands there, braced for enemies to appear out of thin air and attack, then takes to searching room after room and still finding none, only more items which are unfamiliar - and locked doors. He briefly thinks of forcing them open with cultivator's strength but then decides against it, not wishing to inform his captors with the noise that he has awoken until he has finished exploring all there is to explore.
A sudden noise makes him freeze. A creak. He tenses, sword raised ready for the strike.
"Show yourself!" he barks, all thoughts of discretion forgotten in the face of pure, unbridled fury.
Fog (2nd loop)
A-Cheng! A-Cheng, help me!
He whirls around in the fog that has thickened around him just like the first time he had ventured out here, unwilling to waste any more time on the creatures in the basement when he could be trying to find an escape instead.
And now...?
"Jiejie!" he calls, eyes wide, panicked as he tries to make out which direction his sister's screams are coming from. It seems to be the direction of the cabin, where he came from, but that's impossible, right?
More impossible still for his sister is dead. She died in his arms, bleeding to death while he was helpless to do anything but cry helpless tears just like every time one of his loved ones died.
A-Cheng! There is a scream then, high-pitched and terror-filled and Jiang Cheng forgets that she is dead, that she can't possibly be here, he hurtles through the fog, maybe deeper into it or back to the cabin, none of that matters because he can't lose her again.
[ OOC: Prose or brackets, I will match. ]