The glownies scattered, tripping daintily across the cobblestones at the sudden outburst from amongst them, spreading across the square. Not too far--the gentle trickle of the water was still there, in the middle, with fresh sprouts crowding around the base of the fountain, making the air smell green and crisp, and the sound had stopped.
David had bolted upright, the scream tearing out of him before his eyes had cleared, all of the momentum still crashing through him enough that he couldn't stop his adrenaline from begging, "Help...me...?" even as he peered around at the serene animals. He was sitting. He was outside. He had no idea what those things were, but the day was bright and beautiful. He searched the unfamiliar skyline, squinting up into the sun that wasn't there a second ago, then the alien streets that spread out around him, and into the eyes of the nearest sheep-thing that still watched him, chewing languidly. He raised a hand with a slanted smile, voicelessly offering, 'Hey,' and startled with his hand still raised as a tiny face leaned out from a tangle of the animal's fur and shook a stick at him.
Directly in front of him, between his feet, hovered yet another orb. Or maybe the same one, different in the sunlight. David raised a lip at it, then carefully leaned in, one hand raised to tap a finger against it like a fish tank, plink.
He was used to the voices.
b. Explore It was so, so quiet here. Even at Summerland, isolated, middle-of-nowhere, the community was a constant, warm buzz, and if David reached and listened, he could still hear the city, he could hear all of those people. At first, he didn't recognize what he was hearing. It was as though his ears had popped, everything around him a little dampened and murky, but that wasn't it. He could hear, still, the rustle of the grass, birds calling, the constant drip of water off of the eaves from a recent shower. It was just that buzz that was gone, for the first time in his life. There should have been a peace in that, freedom from the thing that had been haunting him for so long. Like he had been living in the heart of the city next to the rattle of a constant train and hum of jostling traffic for his entire life, and was just placed in a wide, open city that didn't even know what a car was. Was that his own blood, rushing in his ears? That was definitely his heart. It kept going faster. It probably shouldn't be going that fast. There were too many beats, all out of sync. The pebbles around him rattled nervously.
By the time he was pounding on your door, he was frantic. Sweating, hair in his face, hands shaking and neck strained, and he wasn't knocking, he was demanding. "Hello?" Bang, bang, bang. "I know you're in there. I can hear you." He had to brace his hands on either side of the door, tipping his head forward to rest against the cool wood before it exploded, before something in there burst from trying to listen. When the door opened from under him, his eyes flew open, wide and so blue, pupils narrowed to a point. He needed to know, "Do you have any waffles?"
David Haller // Legion (FX)
"AAAAAAAH--!!...?"
The glownies scattered, tripping daintily across the cobblestones at the sudden outburst from amongst them, spreading across the square. Not too far--the gentle trickle of the water was still there, in the middle, with fresh sprouts crowding around the base of the fountain, making the air smell green and crisp, and the sound had stopped.
David had bolted upright, the scream tearing out of him before his eyes had cleared, all of the momentum still crashing through him enough that he couldn't stop his adrenaline from begging, "Help...me...?" even as he peered around at the serene animals. He was sitting. He was outside. He had no idea what those things were, but the day was bright and beautiful. He searched the unfamiliar skyline, squinting up into the sun that wasn't there a second ago, then the alien streets that spread out around him, and into the eyes of the nearest sheep-thing that still watched him, chewing languidly. He raised a hand with a slanted smile, voicelessly offering, 'Hey,' and startled with his hand still raised as a tiny face leaned out from a tangle of the animal's fur and shook a stick at him.
Directly in front of him, between his feet, hovered yet another orb. Or maybe the same one, different in the sunlight. David raised a lip at it, then carefully leaned in, one hand raised to tap a finger against it like a fish tank, plink.
He was used to the voices.
b. Explore
It was so, so quiet here. Even at Summerland, isolated, middle-of-nowhere, the community was a constant, warm buzz, and if David reached and listened, he could still hear the city, he could hear all of those people. At first, he didn't recognize what he was hearing. It was as though his ears had popped, everything around him a little dampened and murky, but that wasn't it. He could hear, still, the rustle of the grass, birds calling, the constant drip of water off of the eaves from a recent shower. It was just that buzz that was gone, for the first time in his life. There should have been a peace in that, freedom from the thing that had been haunting him for so long. Like he had been living in the heart of the city next to the rattle of a constant train and hum of jostling traffic for his entire life, and was just placed in a wide, open city that didn't even know what a car was. Was that his own blood, rushing in his ears? That was definitely his heart. It kept going faster. It probably shouldn't be going that fast. There were too many beats, all out of sync. The pebbles around him rattled nervously.
By the time he was pounding on your door, he was frantic. Sweating, hair in his face, hands shaking and neck strained, and he wasn't knocking, he was demanding. "Hello?" Bang, bang, bang. "I know you're in there. I can hear you." He had to brace his hands on either side of the door, tipping his head forward to rest against the cool wood before it exploded, before something in there burst from trying to listen. When the door opened from under him, his eyes flew open, wide and so blue, pupils narrowed to a point. He needed to know, "Do you have any waffles?"