[ He has seen strange things, in the void. Dreams that were not quite dreams, reality that he couldn't trust as such. A tumult of the real and the not real that made him ever doubt both. For the water ran up, but the stone streets of Dunwall still felt true under his feet.
Not that this is Dunwall, or even a void-sick dream of the city he so often had. The clothes were foreign and quickly discarded for his own heavy blue uniform and he quickly went about getting himself away from any dangers. Instead he looks, for something familiar, something solid. To start there and work out, to try and tell this apart from the feverish nightmares he had grown so accustomed to.
Perhaps confusion to mirror his own will have to do. But if this was the void, save from the spirit that lived there and the dreams of men who were not there, he has never seen someone else to walk with him in such a place.
For that alone he approaches, where he might have done his best otherwise to ignore the other person and avoid him. Desperation made fast friends and he had a task to see to. The transversal was easily done, his hand glowing brightly before he landed a few meters away, making sure his footfalls were loud and pointedly there. But he would not remove his mask, not if there was a chance of being recognized. For his sake, and the other man's though, he kept his distance, a wary protection after all that he had seen and done. ]
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Not that this is Dunwall, or even a void-sick dream of the city he so often had. The clothes were foreign and quickly discarded for his own heavy blue uniform and he quickly went about getting himself away from any dangers. Instead he looks, for something familiar, something solid. To start there and work out, to try and tell this apart from the feverish nightmares he had grown so accustomed to.
Perhaps confusion to mirror his own will have to do. But if this was the void, save from the spirit that lived there and the dreams of men who were not there, he has never seen someone else to walk with him in such a place.
For that alone he approaches, where he might have done his best otherwise to ignore the other person and avoid him. Desperation made fast friends and he had a task to see to. The transversal was easily done, his hand glowing brightly before he landed a few meters away, making sure his footfalls were loud and pointedly there. But he would not remove his mask, not if there was a chance of being recognized. For his sake, and the other man's though, he kept his distance, a wary protection after all that he had seen and done. ]
Are you real?