i. wakes up [ Akki opens his eyes. Blinks once— twice— and when that doesn't clear up the green-blue blur of his vision, he bolts upright, reaches up to his face to find his nose wet with blood and his glasses not askew, but rather, missing altogether.
...aha... A trembling laugh escapes his lips, more resigned than anything else, but despite being blinded and disoriented (also nauseous, and his head hurts, and he feels gross covered in a mix of old sweat and dirt), he doesn't appear altogether worried as he pushes himself to his feet, swaying and then steadying himself. Not yet. Because this is the typical experience for a respawn point where a player wakes up not knowing what's going on, and has to locate their initial inventory before setting off to gather information from the locals. He'll be fine.
This is what he says to himself as he sets off on this new... """adventure"""... a fool groping through the trees of the forest with his arms partially outstretched much like a zombie, complete with the shuffling gait and vacant stare of the unseeing, deathly pale, blood dripping from nose to chin. ]
ii. okay, ready to go back to sleep again [ Assuming he doesn't get shot on the spot, he might begin to wish for it, because maybe he's better off starting over at the spawn point instead of wandering around lost in a forest for hours. It feels like it's been that long, although as time stretches on, he'd been doing less wandering and more hiding himself away in the midst of a dense thicket or the hollow of a tree, eyes squeezed shut tight, hands clamped over his ears, neither doing much to stop the voices that rage like a storm in his mind.
But again, nothing new. These are all things he's heard before, both to his face and from his own mouth. And he'll deal with it the same way he's always has, aka armadillo himself in a corner somewhere and hope nobody sneaks up on him because he WILL scream. ]
iii. be strong, akki, do it for rusty [ He's going to do it! he's going to stay alive! at least long enough to make his way back to town and see that the dog is doing okay. If he's managed to survive the forest, surely he can manage a flower field... right...
Except, while the idea of spraying the flowers with his own blood to appease them like one would throw a bone to a dog to keep them occupied and away, it's an idea that backfires when 1) the crowding flowers make him sneeze, and 2) his nose had been recently(?) broken by a mechanical(??) moose(???).
akki / oc
[ Akki opens his eyes. Blinks once— twice— and when that doesn't clear up the green-blue blur of his vision, he bolts upright, reaches up to his face to find his nose wet with blood and his glasses not askew, but rather, missing altogether.
...aha... A trembling laugh escapes his lips, more resigned than anything else, but despite being blinded and disoriented (also nauseous, and his head hurts, and he feels gross covered in a mix of old sweat and dirt), he doesn't appear altogether worried as he pushes himself to his feet, swaying and then steadying himself. Not yet. Because this is the typical experience for a respawn point where a player wakes up not knowing what's going on, and has to locate their initial inventory before setting off to gather information from the locals. He'll be fine.
This is what he says to himself as he sets off on this new... """adventure"""... a fool groping through the trees of the forest with his arms partially outstretched much like a zombie, complete with the shuffling gait and vacant stare of the unseeing, deathly pale, blood dripping from nose to chin. ]
ii. okay, ready to go back to sleep again
[ Assuming he doesn't get shot on the spot, he might begin to wish for it, because maybe he's better off starting over at the spawn point instead of wandering around lost in a forest for hours. It feels like it's been that long, although as time stretches on, he'd been doing less wandering and more hiding himself away in the midst of a dense thicket or the hollow of a tree, eyes squeezed shut tight, hands clamped over his ears, neither doing much to stop the voices that rage like a storm in his mind.
But again, nothing new. These are all things he's heard before, both to his face and from his own mouth. And he'll deal with it the same way he's always has, aka armadillo himself in a corner somewhere and hope nobody sneaks up on him because he WILL scream. ]
iii. be strong, akki, do it for rusty
[ He's going to do it! he's going to stay alive! at least long enough to make his way back to town and see that the dog is doing okay. If he's managed to survive the forest, surely he can manage a flower field... right...
Except, while the idea of spraying the flowers with his own blood to appease them like one would throw a bone to a dog to keep them occupied and away, it's an idea that backfires when 1) the crowding flowers make him sneeze, and 2) his nose had been recently(?) broken by a mechanical(??) moose(???).
The field's going to eat well tonight. ]