Post by Oeilvert on Jun 6, 2010 23:58:01 GMT -5
"Wake up..."
"Wake up...!"
"For the sake of our world, Masheck, please wake up!"
"Hu--uh?" Queen Ozma?
The green-clad young man opened his eyes to a world of darkness, not-so-cleverly illuminated slightly by the light emanating below him from the stained glass platform. He sat up and rubbed his head, and adjusted his signature mage-hat. He looked about the area, seeing nothing but his body and this pillar, and he assumed he'd been kidnapped, or something.
He made a leap the moment that thought came into his head. He shot up and quickly went to searching through his belongings, only to find that nothing had been stolen. That dagger wound was still there, the blade still embedded in his stomach. He opted to not pull it out, for fear he would bleed to death. Instead he decided to survey the area.
He reached into his side bag and, annoyed, drew out a spyglass. Some day I really should clean this thing and organize everything, he thought dryly, and closed the bag. He put the item of choice up to his eye and looked around, but nothing still was in sight other than his lone platform.
"Where on earth am I?" he called out to no one in particular, and then withdrew his spyglass. After that, he grabbed a book hanging from a strap on the other side of his belt, and undid the buckle. "Livevus, please...tell me where I am?"
There was no reply, and he frowned. He also noticed Locke was not here either, which mad him panic. Had the Wicked Witch captured his crow? His best friend?
"Well, Livevus...I don't think we're in Oz anymore." He felt a tingle of pain coming from his wound, and fell over, still clutching the old tome close. "This is not a good day..."
Masheck gripped the dagger in his stomach and gritted his teeth, hoping to ease the pain even slightly, but soon fell to its poisonous qualities and blacked out.
***Waking up in Oz***
"Wake up...!"
"For the sake of our world, Masheck, please wake up!"
"Hu--uh?" Queen Ozma?
The green-clad young man opened his eyes to a world of darkness, not-so-cleverly illuminated slightly by the light emanating below him from the stained glass platform. He sat up and rubbed his head, and adjusted his signature mage-hat. He looked about the area, seeing nothing but his body and this pillar, and he assumed he'd been kidnapped, or something.
He made a leap the moment that thought came into his head. He shot up and quickly went to searching through his belongings, only to find that nothing had been stolen. That dagger wound was still there, the blade still embedded in his stomach. He opted to not pull it out, for fear he would bleed to death. Instead he decided to survey the area.
He reached into his side bag and, annoyed, drew out a spyglass. Some day I really should clean this thing and organize everything, he thought dryly, and closed the bag. He put the item of choice up to his eye and looked around, but nothing still was in sight other than his lone platform.
"Where on earth am I?" he called out to no one in particular, and then withdrew his spyglass. After that, he grabbed a book hanging from a strap on the other side of his belt, and undid the buckle. "Livevus, please...tell me where I am?"
There was no reply, and he frowned. He also noticed Locke was not here either, which mad him panic. Had the Wicked Witch captured his crow? His best friend?
"Well, Livevus...I don't think we're in Oz anymore." He felt a tingle of pain coming from his wound, and fell over, still clutching the old tome close. "This is not a good day..."
Masheck gripped the dagger in his stomach and gritted his teeth, hoping to ease the pain even slightly, but soon fell to its poisonous qualities and blacked out.
***Waking up in Oz***