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Apr. 28th, 2016
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mxmorizethis Within the first few minutes of waking up, he's actually under the impression he's exactly where he fell asleep; specifically a couch in the Radiant Garden castle's library, since 'home' is currently inaccessible and he's too embarrassed to actually ask about a room. And then he actually finishes shaking the sleep out of his head, and realizes that no, this isn't Radiant Garden.
"What the..." He mutters, sliding off the couch to poke around the place. Well, this is...well. "How'd I get here?"
After a while, he decides the library is boring (mostly because it seems like all the books are either filled with writing in stuff that doesn't look like any language he's seen, or blank), and exits, wandering down the hall in the direction of the graveyard (though to be honest he just chose at random).
Said graveyard is incredibly eerie, and somehow sad; it reminds him of Proof of Existence in the old Castle, silent, nameless tombstones the only mark that any of them had ever been. The bird bones crunch too loudly beneath his boots, and he shudders, stopping underneath a tree to look around again.
"Where is this place?" He mutters, leaning against said tree with his arms crossed, a scarecrow-swathe of black coat topped with a mop of bright crimson hair, lost in enough thought that he doesn't really notice if anyone else is with him.
"What the..." He mutters, sliding off the couch to poke around the place. Well, this is...well. "How'd I get here?"
After a while, he decides the library is boring (mostly because it seems like all the books are either filled with writing in stuff that doesn't look like any language he's seen, or blank), and exits, wandering down the hall in the direction of the graveyard (though to be honest he just chose at random).
Said graveyard is incredibly eerie, and somehow sad; it reminds him of Proof of Existence in the old Castle, silent, nameless tombstones the only mark that any of them had ever been. The bird bones crunch too loudly beneath his boots, and he shudders, stopping underneath a tree to look around again.
"Where is this place?" He mutters, leaning against said tree with his arms crossed, a scarecrow-swathe of black coat topped with a mop of bright crimson hair, lost in enough thought that he doesn't really notice if anyone else is with him.
