dutydriven | (no subject)

It's the last thing Elidibus expected, after helping his greatest enemy of all. He expected his aether would be so thin that he would simply dissipate and, if lucky, resurface in the Aetherial Sea. His memories rushed to him like a great, heavy wave — so much stronger even than when the Warrior of Light had forced him to remember. Yet he'd barely had time to settle into them yet again when he appeared on a new plane altogether, a new world he did not recognize or know anything about, except for the sudden expectations listed off to each new arrival.

... Why was he chosen for such an affair? Had they kidnapped him, or was it some kind of mistake? Either way, it would seem for the moment that he and the large number of other beings from other realities are there to stay with no options of escape.

And so he wanders, a bit aimlessly, trying to get his bearings about him at the same time he attempts to adjust back to the man (the youth, really) he once was... No longer a primal, but fully aware of the duty he never finished, and everything that had led to it. And his friends, all his loved ones and friends, where were they? If he's honest with himself, he longs dearly to meet them again as he'd said. But in a place like this... well, it's not exactly the sunny skied paradise he'd had in mind. Especially when they had to do certain things to survive?

— One step at a time, perhaps. That's the best way to approach this. Still, curiosity has him wondering if he's truly here alone.

Threaded | Flat

Where Erichthonios has found himself he isn't certain. All he knows is that 1) this is not Pandaemonium and 2) this is a different plane of existence altogether. What he and the other arrivals have been told they must do to live out their lives here has him blushing hot but he pushes the concerns he has for those requirements out of the way, opting to focus on exploring his surroundings instead. Surely he wasn't the only one here from Etheirys. The likelihood of that being true seemed far less than him being here in the first place.

He's proven right when he spots, with a wave of relief, a familiar figure in the distance. One he would never mistake. Hitching up his robes he's running toward him with a smile, calling out to him. Of all the people he'd come across this truly was lucky.

"Themis!"