[Isaac is revved up! He's pacing up and down the Plane, shaking out his arms and legs, stretching as he goes along. He's full of energy and looks about as excited and unabashedly hopeful as he did when he first got on the boat way back when. Babi's death is still bugging him, but nothing is going to stomp out this kid's good mood right now.]


We can do it this time, I know it!
 
 
Sefton Lowell [ Jᴀᴄᴋ ]
21 February 2010 @ 02:11 am
—hand's cold. [ Plane, say hello. Today there are two people appearing at once, one possibly a bit familiar, while the other possibly a bit... tinier. Chivy has the smaller, younger boy's hand. The child, about eight or so, has a white, stuffed rabbit (with a blue lace ribbon around its neck) clutched between his other arm and chest. However, he cuts off when he sees the surrounding area, eyes going almost ridiculously wide. ]

Wh-whu—?

I told you it was cool. It's called the Plane.

[ Kid kind of drops to his knees, using his occupied arm to reach down and feel at the 'floor'. His expression and voice is half-scared-out-of-his-wits and half-awe. ] But we're not in a plane...

[Chivy bends so that they're not in a completely awkward position.] No, it's— That's just what it's called. There's people here, too.

Space people?

Not really. Well, I mean, maybe some of them. [It's tough to answer questions you don't actually know the answer to.] You can ask if we see anybody?

[ Standard boyo disclaimer applies, now with child experiment addendum! ]
 
 
21 February 2010 @ 12:14 pm
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[ It would seem there's a newcomer on the astral plane: a tall, rough-looking woman with an strange sword clutched in her left hand. Her posture is tense and rigid, and, if your eyes happen to meet hers by mistake, some paranoia is visible in her gaze. Still, other than that... She actually seems rather curious about her surroundings, looking over everything in her line of sight with the utmost care. ]

[ Eventually, she closes her eyes and shakes her head, letting out a quiet sigh that turns into a thin chuckle at the end. Swallowing hard, she finds herself murmuring under her breath to no one in particular. ]


...Damn. Guess I didn't go crazy after all.

[ What might have been a momentary expression of relief is quickly hidden away again. In its place, she sets her jaw and squares her shoulders, taking on a look of determination. ]

[ Determination to get drunk. ]


I'm too sober for this.