06-23-2018, 11:23 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]He was dead. Again.
Or at least, he thought he was. It was most likely. The last thing he remembered was ticking, then a bright flash of light, a loud boom and crack. Basically he had been exploded--again. Normally he would have been a bit more surprised, or concerned, but since he had already been through this once, it only left him feeling frustrated. Really, when would the universe give him a damn break? He was tired of dying over and over again. He just wanted a stable body again gotdammit.
But anyway, lying around and moping about it wouldn't do him any good. Instead, Church opened his eyes. He's blinded momentarily by the sun, shining down on where he laid. His head is pounding and his ears are ringing. His whole body thrums with a vague ache. He groans, cursing under his breath as he blinks, turning his head to glance around at his surroundings. From the looks of it, he was in a forest. So far, it was way better than the damn canyon they had been in for so long.
The scent of pine and grass fills his nostrils, birds chirping from the canopy above him. He would have loved to just take a nap and try to sleep off this pain, but between the curiosity nagging at him and the annoying birds singing, it would be near impossible. So he opts for the second best option and slowly climbs to his paws--wait, since when did he have paws? Oh god. What the hell? Where was he? What was all this?
He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself. This was weird as hell, but really, he had seen...a lot of weird things. But this was probably one of the worst. He wished he would have just been blasted into the past again.
"SPEECH"
Or at least, he thought he was. It was most likely. The last thing he remembered was ticking, then a bright flash of light, a loud boom and crack. Basically he had been exploded--again. Normally he would have been a bit more surprised, or concerned, but since he had already been through this once, it only left him feeling frustrated. Really, when would the universe give him a damn break? He was tired of dying over and over again. He just wanted a stable body again gotdammit.
But anyway, lying around and moping about it wouldn't do him any good. Instead, Church opened his eyes. He's blinded momentarily by the sun, shining down on where he laid. His head is pounding and his ears are ringing. His whole body thrums with a vague ache. He groans, cursing under his breath as he blinks, turning his head to glance around at his surroundings. From the looks of it, he was in a forest. So far, it was way better than the damn canyon they had been in for so long.
The scent of pine and grass fills his nostrils, birds chirping from the canopy above him. He would have loved to just take a nap and try to sleep off this pain, but between the curiosity nagging at him and the annoying birds singing, it would be near impossible. So he opts for the second best option and slowly climbs to his paws--wait, since when did he have paws? Oh god. What the hell? Where was he? What was all this?
He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself. This was weird as hell, but really, he had seen...a lot of weird things. But this was probably one of the worst. He wished he would have just been blasted into the past again.
"SPEECH"