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cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92008-06-15 11:39 am

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Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.

There was condensation and mist spraying out from cracks in oblong glowing things that were clustered along the floors and walls of the huge, ancient-looking caverns.

For now, the ones that were cracking were the closest to the floor, but perhaps later, the figures sliding out of the pods would be sliding out onto the slimy walkways and platforms above.

Pop. Poppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiissss.

There was light, and unconscious minds breaking through the top of the briny, harsh waters of consciousness, as their bodies did similarly and broke free from the pods, sliding to the floor, shivering in pools of slime.

Once the temporary blindness that some of them had passed, and once they were free of their sleepy stupors: somebody had some splainin' to do.

But there would be no explanations, as the only thing that could explain was only watching, silently, almost as a mother would look at their child right after it was born.

Pop. KASCHUNKhissss.

[identity profile] anoldtrickster.livejournal.com 2008-06-15 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"And where are those?"

He starts walking. It may be the wrong direction, but anywhere is better than nowhere.

[identity profile] anoldtrickster.livejournal.com 2008-06-15 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
That way, then. He turns.

"Yes." His tone isn't hateful, but it's certainly not friendly.

[identity profile] anoldtrickster.livejournal.com 2008-06-15 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
The process of being clothed by those strange vines only makes him unhappier, though he doesn't struggle against it much.

His eye. That's what's on his mind right now. If the line remains, he continues to follow it to the storage area (http://community.livejournal.com/trans_9/1608.html).