Eleven (
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[OPEN] The light that seemed to disappear
Who: Eleven and OPEN
Where: First District/Academy
When: September 3rd-ish
What: El has returned from his world, a bit disoriented by a mix of somewhat obscure visions/dreams, multiple sets of memories, and general time shenanigans.
Warnings: None.. at the moment, I think.
His feet hit the ground, and Eleven landed in a crouch. He held the stilled position for several moments, eyes focused on the shadows spread over the dirt a short distance from his fingertips. Then just as swiftly whirled on the person stepping up behind him. A civilian, he noted belatedly, and dropped his sword with an apology.
The newly forged Sword of Light gleamed in the afternoon sun. He rubbed his eyes and glanced up to clear blue skies above. Sunlight so bright that it seemed impossible. A spread of foreign scenery slowly resolved into distant familiarity.
Not Hotto, but Noa.
A world full of life, not yet fallen to darkness. A world ambivalent to the title of Luminary. Overlapping visions of two very different, yet puzzling dreams.
He'd regained his companions only to lose them again, but traded them for cross-dimensional friendships.
Hendrik. Yotsuyu. Isabel. Lea. Tenn. Isa. Kuja. Atem. A number of others.
Yet his feet hesitated to return, found himself caught between a strong desire to stay, and the compulsion telling him he should go. Mysteries and memories held him captive, conflicting, weighted, and scattering his focus.
He stayed.
It took a few days to feel ready enough.
When Eleven finally returned to Anastara, it was with a practiced smile: patient and friendly yet at odds with purposeful strides and drawn shoulders. He passed through the First District and into the Academy grounds with a polite nod to everyone he made eye contact with.
Nothing seemed terribly different from what he last remembered of the place. The people he thought he knew still recognized him.
"Has it really only been a few days..?"
Where: First District/Academy
When: September 3rd-ish
What: El has returned from his world, a bit disoriented by a mix of somewhat obscure visions/dreams, multiple sets of memories, and general time shenanigans.
Warnings: None.. at the moment, I think.
His feet hit the ground, and Eleven landed in a crouch. He held the stilled position for several moments, eyes focused on the shadows spread over the dirt a short distance from his fingertips. Then just as swiftly whirled on the person stepping up behind him. A civilian, he noted belatedly, and dropped his sword with an apology.
The newly forged Sword of Light gleamed in the afternoon sun. He rubbed his eyes and glanced up to clear blue skies above. Sunlight so bright that it seemed impossible. A spread of foreign scenery slowly resolved into distant familiarity.
Not Hotto, but Noa.
A world full of life, not yet fallen to darkness. A world ambivalent to the title of Luminary. Overlapping visions of two very different, yet puzzling dreams.
He'd regained his companions only to lose them again, but traded them for cross-dimensional friendships.
Hendrik. Yotsuyu. Isabel. Lea. Tenn. Isa. Kuja. Atem. A number of others.
Yet his feet hesitated to return, found himself caught between a strong desire to stay, and the compulsion telling him he should go. Mysteries and memories held him captive, conflicting, weighted, and scattering his focus.
He stayed.
It took a few days to feel ready enough.
When Eleven finally returned to Anastara, it was with a practiced smile: patient and friendly yet at odds with purposeful strides and drawn shoulders. He passed through the First District and into the Academy grounds with a polite nod to everyone he made eye contact with.
Nothing seemed terribly different from what he last remembered of the place. The people he thought he knew still recognized him.
"Has it really only been a few days..?"
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:Think nothing of it. Shall we be off?"
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"Sorry," he said for the delay just outside the door. "A lot happened. After you?"
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"No harm done." He tried to assure the other, before stepping inside. "If... it makes any difference, you are handling this much better than I did the last time my memories were tested." It wasn't hard to secure a table once they were inside. "... A few of our fellow students are aware of this but there was a time where I couldn't even remember who I was, much less where any of the local hangouts were."
"I have a feeling, given a little time everything will come back to you with clarity."
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"That sounds terrible. Are you-"
He turned his attention to the server and ordered something alcoholic. He didn't feel like he was handling anything particularly well, and softening the edges of his memories sounded best.
"You're all right now, though?"
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"It was for a great purpose- so I can accept it for what it was."
Though he answered very casually about the whole thing, the amnesia had been troubling to him for a considerable amount of time.
"Oh yes, once I fulfilled my destiny my memories were restored. That happened long before I was brought here." Conveniently leaving out that said completion had also meant crossing over into the afterlife. Honestly he wasn't sure who he'd told about it before. Of course Yugi and Kaiba knew... then there was Yotsuyu... didn't Webby also know? Still, it didn't seem proper to bring up death just now, especially if he'd never told Eleven about it before. His outward appearance of calm could be masking inner turmoil or confusion, he didn't need anything else to weigh on his mind.
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Eleven's heart dropped, sympathy coloring his gaze. "I'm glad they were returned to you, and that you were able to fulfill your destiny."
He paused, fidgeting a moment. "..Do you like it here?"