石田 雨竜 ➳ Ishida Uryū (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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damned_institute2012-12-30 05:29 pm
repelling) wrote in damned_institute2012-12-30 05:29 pm
Night 67: Home World - Tethe'alla - Altessa's home and Gaoracchia Forest
[ from kansas ]
Pulling open the door that had shut behind Vantas-kun, Uryuu moved back out and grit his teeth against the jolting, an inexcusable effort needed to keep from swaying on his feet, his vision blurring as bile roiled in his gut and throat. He swallowed, resisting the telling impulse to steady himself with a hand on the wall or door frame, and blinked a few times, eyes clearing on a dark... bedroom?
He stared across at two beds, one made and one with what looked in the dark like white sheets disturbed, half torn from it. The air felt -- not stagnant, but enclosed, and moderately cool, befitting what looked like stone walls. Tall walls, he noted, stepping further in and then to the side, again lifting his hand to press it to a wall, to feel the texture. Stone, of a different sort from that which lay in large tiles underfoot. A lack of windows wasn't necessarily a sign of being underground -- it had been in Hueco Mundo, but wasn't in the institute's rooms, obviously -- but Uryuu suspected they were regardless.
They weren't in the institute. The extreme difference in decor suggested it, but more than that, this made him absolutely certain: the concentration of spirit particles in the air had thickened, and they felt different. The door had opened here, so he could hardly think of them as having escaped.
Mason-san had spoken of something like this, too. Only, this absolutely wasn't Tokyo. It might not even be Earth, with the reishi so odd.
"I don't suppose any of you recognize this place?"
Pulling open the door that had shut behind Vantas-kun, Uryuu moved back out and grit his teeth against the jolting, an inexcusable effort needed to keep from swaying on his feet, his vision blurring as bile roiled in his gut and throat. He swallowed, resisting the telling impulse to steady himself with a hand on the wall or door frame, and blinked a few times, eyes clearing on a dark... bedroom?
He stared across at two beds, one made and one with what looked in the dark like white sheets disturbed, half torn from it. The air felt -- not stagnant, but enclosed, and moderately cool, befitting what looked like stone walls. Tall walls, he noted, stepping further in and then to the side, again lifting his hand to press it to a wall, to feel the texture. Stone, of a different sort from that which lay in large tiles underfoot. A lack of windows wasn't necessarily a sign of being underground -- it had been in Hueco Mundo, but wasn't in the institute's rooms, obviously -- but Uryuu suspected they were regardless.
They weren't in the institute. The extreme difference in decor suggested it, but more than that, this made him absolutely certain: the concentration of spirit particles in the air had thickened, and they felt different. The door had opened here, so he could hardly think of them as having escaped.
Mason-san had spoken of something like this, too. Only, this absolutely wasn't Tokyo. It might not even be Earth, with the reishi so odd.
"I don't suppose any of you recognize this place?"
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It was a little bit like walking into a barrier, she realized -- and once she did, it made their trips from room to room that much easier to stomach. When she stepped into this room, however, the complete change in decor was enough to confuse her back into nausea, into clutching her hands nervously in front of her to stave off the sense of not belonging where she stood.
But then Lloyd-kun mentioned his world, and Vantas-kun added in dream bubbles. For a moment, Orihime gawked at the walls, the floors, the table, too caught up in the realistic dreamscape to even think that this otherworld was almost disappointing in how mundane it all was. And then-
... she pinched her arm.
"Ow..." she yelped as silently as she could, rubbing the sore spot over her sleeve. If it was all a dream, then... well, it was a very good one to last as long as it did.