opening_act: (wings)
opening_act ([personal profile] opening_act) wrote in [community profile] raqia_rp2014-08-17 04:54 pm

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Who: Anyone
When: Day 1, Afternoon
Where: The Arena
What: With any luck, answers.

[ You've met each other, and at least some of the confused amnesiacs have ventured out into the closest thing the sealed city has to open air, outside the dormitory building they woke in. The arena loomed large, the biggest landmark the city had to offer, and at some elected to explore the large building.

For those that didn't, the grand flash of light that fills the streets, coming from the direction of the Arena may call attention to it.

For those already there, the blinding light that suddenly blazed into existence is impossible to miss, pure and bright. If they closed their eyes reflexively, they may not notice, but the observant might notice that the flash left no afterimage on their closed eyelids. For those with their eyes left open, they will find the light doesn't hurt, or diminish their vision when they look away, though they still have difficulty seeing into that burning core.

Not long after, the light starts to dim. At the core of it, a mass of brilliant wings, too numerous to count keeps itself aloft in a constant whirr of motion and feathers. Or— maybe that's wrong, in certain moments there are no pure white feathers but stripped musculature, raw and writhing, with far too many eyes hidden amongst the folds.

Will you approach? ]
fantasykiller: (Serious Business)

[personal profile] fantasykiller 2014-08-18 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
An Angel...

[Her answer only caused his body to tense up even more. His right hand continued to remain locked in its position in front of him. He cautiously watched her with an intense gaze.]

Exael, why do you know your name?
fantasykiller: (Serious Business)

[personal profile] fantasykiller 2014-08-18 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
You make the first person I've encountered who knows anything about themselves.

[He stands his ground and doesn't react to her moving closer.]

Why is that so? Even something as fundamental as a name is lost to everybody here and yet you have no problem telling me your ominous job description. That bothers me.
fantasykiller: (Thinking Face)

[personal profile] fantasykiller 2014-09-02 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
[It took an immense amount of self restraint to prevent himself from instinctively slapping away her hand. His body may be screaming at him that she was dangerous, but her actions so far has shown no hostility. Striking her with Imagine Breaker before she did anything that remotely justified it would be unnecessarily cruel. Instead, he reached out with his left hand and gently tried to pull her hand off of him.]

So this Lord Metatron is the one responsible for everybody's amnesia?

[He shifted uncomfortably under her gaze and silently wished she wasn't so close to him.]

Alright, lets start with the information you were told to give us first and then move on from there. I have a lot of questions I want to ask.
Edited 2014-09-02 04:09 (UTC)
fantasykiller: (Not amused)

[personal profile] fantasykiller 2014-09-05 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
Of course.

[He isn't too surprised by her answer. It seems her superior hasn't bother to tell his messenger anything other than what she needed.]

That sounds worrying and terribly vague. Could you elaborate on what you mean?