Yeah, that's the other thing -- why were you just chilling [ literally ] -- in a volcano--
[ and while he'd love to get the answer to that question, it doesn't quite work out like that. In the same way he'd just been overwhelmed by the dragon memory, Ash's own memory takes over with about the same amount of subtlety and suddenness--
There's fear, and pain and confusion that lasts for a good few minutes as awareness slowly filters back into Ash's mind. There's panic too, slowly creeping up from his stomach, and it's overwhelming, making it hard to breathe.
There's a smell as well - smokey, and ashy. Like something's been burning. A lot of things have been burning. It's overwhelming, a mix of burnt wood and -- something else. Sweet, like decay and overwhelming like burnt... something else. Ash starts to scrabble to his feet, through broken wood and shattered pieces of what was once a home. From the first person point of view Lio's seeing, Ash's hands look much smaller than they are normally. They're child's hands, not the older ones he has now.
Wherever Ash was had been beautiful ones. Surrounded by trees, and beautiful views of nature. Small and quaint stone buildings, in an equally small and quaint village. Or... it was, at some point.
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You do that often?
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[It was stressful.]
I had just been in a volcano. It seemed the correct course of action at the time.
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[ and while he'd love to get the answer to that question, it doesn't quite work out like that. In the same way he'd just been overwhelmed by the dragon memory, Ash's own memory takes over with about the same amount of subtlety and suddenness--
There's fear, and pain and confusion that lasts for a good few minutes as awareness slowly filters back into Ash's mind. There's panic too, slowly creeping up from his stomach, and it's overwhelming, making it hard to breathe.
There's a smell as well - smokey, and ashy. Like something's been burning. A lot of things have been burning. It's overwhelming, a mix of burnt wood and -- something else. Sweet, like decay and overwhelming like burnt... something else. Ash starts to scrabble to his feet, through broken wood and shattered pieces of what was once a home. From the first person point of view Lio's seeing, Ash's hands look much smaller than they are normally. They're child's hands, not the older ones he has now.
Wherever Ash was had been beautiful ones. Surrounded by trees, and beautiful views of nature. Small and quaint stone buildings, in an equally small and quaint village. Or... it was, at some point.
It doesn't look that way anymore.
There's a pause before Ash just swears. Loudly. ]
The hell is wrong with this damn mansion??