arrival;

[expurge]

It's a little strange. He's used to strangeness - strange is normal - but he's unused to such utter, devastating defeat like that and to suddenly wake up and find himself in a significantly different location with significantly different inhabitants is ... strange. He'll adjust. But the initial culture shock is something to be considered. The courtyard he's seemingly arrived at isn't really what he was expecting to find after death, but the grassy knolls and lush forests are a decent change of pace.

His companions follow him still, so that's something in his favour. Alpha remains in front of him, standing guard, while Omega hovers behind and Epsilon sticks to his side. They don't speak, and their presence is little more than additional firepower in battle, but it's a familiarity he appreciates when nothing else is even remotely familiar at all.

Also familiar is the trail of destruction behind him, in the form of shattered marble statues or splintered trees, anything that he can take a swing at with the heavy bat in his hand, really. There's a strange sense he can't quite grasp, something that feels like it's ... missing. The divine, commanding force that guided his every step is oddly absent. It's-- well. Strange. He approaches a pristine fountain, watches his reflection in the water while his Add-On companions circle around him. What's he supposed to do now?