[ Jack scrubs a hand over his face, trying to ground himself, to concentrate. that voice drags him in like a magnet, and when it's talking about his memories— but Yosuke is here, there are other people wandering through these tunnels, and if he forgets that then someone is going to get hurt. ]
Whatever it is, it's pretending to be the Mage that created me.
You poor thing. You've spent your whole life looking for me, and you won't even accept it when I'm finally here.
[ the man that steps into sight is old, dressed in an overwhelming amount of white, his face shrouded by a hood - but beyond that, he is difficult to describe. everything about him is somehow vague, in a way that is only seen in dreams; like the mind is rejecting anything the eye attempts to process. still, he smiles. ]
Of course, your "whole life" has only been three years.
[ despite how obvious it is that something is wrong with this picture, Jack has gone absolutely still, terrified. there is something wild in his fear, a frightened creature waiting to bolt or to lunge at the next sign of movement. the frost that usually spreads over his skin is crystallising into solid chunks of ice. ]
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[ Jack scrubs a hand over his face, trying to ground himself, to concentrate. that voice drags him in like a magnet, and when it's talking about his memories— but Yosuke is here, there are other people wandering through these tunnels, and if he forgets that then someone is going to get hurt. ]
Whatever it is, it's pretending to be the Mage that created me.
You poor thing. You've spent your whole life looking for me, and you won't even accept it when I'm finally here.
[ the man that steps into sight is old, dressed in an overwhelming amount of white, his face shrouded by a hood - but beyond that, he is difficult to describe. everything about him is somehow vague, in a way that is only seen in dreams; like the mind is rejecting anything the eye attempts to process. still, he smiles. ]
Of course, your "whole life" has only been three years.
[ despite how obvious it is that something is wrong with this picture, Jack has gone absolutely still, terrified. there is something wild in his fear, a frightened creature waiting to bolt or to lunge at the next sign of movement. the frost that usually spreads over his skin is crystallising into solid chunks of ice. ]