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vulcanblazer) wrote2009-10-26 11:06 pm
vulcanblazer) wrote2009-10-26 11:06 pm
008 Special [Action]
[Adell is wandering around the House of Personas. Enticed by the premise and thinking it'd be more like a traditional house of mirrors, Adell decided to blow a token on it. Inside, he's surprised to truly see visions of himself. He pauses briefly, looking at a past version of himself as a child, happily living with his family. He moves on after lingering for a moment. He catches glimpse of himself training hard, to defeat Overlord Zenon. This too brings a smile to his face.
Then he passes the vision of himself celebrating the removal of the curse over Veldime. He takes pause here, memories of his home flooding back to him. He becomes lost in thought for several minutes, staring at the mirror and the party going on behind his vision. Adell smiles, seeing his friends from home around him. Eventually, he moves on to the next mirror.
He halts, nearly stumbling over his own feet. In this mirror, a different figure and landscape stared back at him. Barren and arid, the desert behind the figure conjured a powerful sense of dread in him, but it was nothing compared to the being that stood in the foreground. The Adell in the mirror had large, powerful bat wings jutting from his back, spread wide open and looming menacingly around him. A depraved, sociopathic grin of pointed teeth and fangs was on his face, punctuated by glowing red eyes. The whites of those eyes were gone, replaced with a color that resembled pitch. Wounds covered the figure's body, though they clearly did nothing to bother him. But... perhaps the most disquieting thing to Adell was the sword his image was holding. It was chipped, battered, worn, and blood-drenched. That blood dripped off the blade unceremoniously into a puddle on the ground.
It is here Adell remains standing, his face pale. This might be a curious sight to an outside observer...]
Then he passes the vision of himself celebrating the removal of the curse over Veldime. He takes pause here, memories of his home flooding back to him. He becomes lost in thought for several minutes, staring at the mirror and the party going on behind his vision. Adell smiles, seeing his friends from home around him. Eventually, he moves on to the next mirror.
He halts, nearly stumbling over his own feet. In this mirror, a different figure and landscape stared back at him. Barren and arid, the desert behind the figure conjured a powerful sense of dread in him, but it was nothing compared to the being that stood in the foreground. The Adell in the mirror had large, powerful bat wings jutting from his back, spread wide open and looming menacingly around him. A depraved, sociopathic grin of pointed teeth and fangs was on his face, punctuated by glowing red eyes. The whites of those eyes were gone, replaced with a color that resembled pitch. Wounds covered the figure's body, though they clearly did nothing to bother him. But... perhaps the most disquieting thing to Adell was the sword his image was holding. It was chipped, battered, worn, and blood-drenched. That blood dripped off the blade unceremoniously into a puddle on the ground.
It is here Adell remains standing, his face pale. This might be a curious sight to an outside observer...]