Post by Virion on Nov 29, 2012 21:08:10 GMT -5
Drifting in and out of conciousness, the thought-form of Dynammo blurred between clarify and blurring indistinction, as if within this realm a clarity of conciousness was all that maintained ones 'body', that their representation of self was entirely contained to their own awareness of what this 'self' were to look like.
As if floating in a dark, endless river, the triclopse would find himself semi submerged in this inky stream, the tides gently pushing him, drawing him forward towards...
A hand drew up from under the water, gnarled and twisted, middle and ring fingers conjoined and nails blackened, rough and unrefined. Like trees more and more of these hands seemed to draw up from the water, arms following, vast mists retreating and the surreal scene coalescing into an almost swamp-like scene.
The sky blazed across, going from black to a cloudy grey-ish white, drawing onward to a shadowy purple. From each of the up-stretching arms the black water slowly streams downward, the now still seeming water reacting as tiny ripples emanate from each protrusion.
Should dynammo draw himself to full wakefulness now, he may hear whispers in the distance, and although entirely indistinct they marked the thoughts and voices of all infected, joined to Virion, always in communion.
"Dynammo"
Comes a reverberant, gravelly voice, drawing him further into awareness in this strange dream-scape, echoing across the scene. Virion's face materialises in the background, huge, a single eye dwarfing Dynammo's entire form.
Behind, other figures, more of Virion stand. It is as if the background was a series of camera's, each beholding this insectoid creature from different angles, yet it's form somehow seeming to melt into the background, like paint slowly swirling at the edges.
The surreal scene seems to drop away, not literally, but somehow as if Dynammo were detached, was drawing away to a new vision before his eyes.
The hand which held Dynammo suddenly curled, closing over him, crushing, and as the scene around was obscured by darkness...
---
The man found himself in a void. Mists of conciousness surrounding the blackened scene, indistinct in the pitched nothingness.
Directly ahead stands the creature from before, the insectoid monster.
and yet, the same sense of familiarity, the same uncanny feeling of connection and belonging emanates from this source, it's intensity even stronger than any of the time Dynammo had spent with Draxor, the only other infected he had known((Unless i'm mistaken?)), a presence which he had felt ever so briefly on Namek.
Monster was the wrong word for it, no something like this could never be a monster...
It's back was turned, and the briefest of flashes seem to show a scene, as if he were not looking with his eyes but picking up on the image in... some other way. It was from the floor, half obscured from this vantage point, showing Nam, bathed in a golden aura, standing ahead and clutching the twisted Geurin. But as fast as it seem to come, like a memory of a dream, it faded, and dynammo's attention would no doubt be drawn to the only thing there was left.
"Hello Dynammo" comes the brown creatures croaking voice, the figure still remaining completely unmoved.
As if floating in a dark, endless river, the triclopse would find himself semi submerged in this inky stream, the tides gently pushing him, drawing him forward towards...
A hand drew up from under the water, gnarled and twisted, middle and ring fingers conjoined and nails blackened, rough and unrefined. Like trees more and more of these hands seemed to draw up from the water, arms following, vast mists retreating and the surreal scene coalescing into an almost swamp-like scene.
The sky blazed across, going from black to a cloudy grey-ish white, drawing onward to a shadowy purple. From each of the up-stretching arms the black water slowly streams downward, the now still seeming water reacting as tiny ripples emanate from each protrusion.
Should dynammo draw himself to full wakefulness now, he may hear whispers in the distance, and although entirely indistinct they marked the thoughts and voices of all infected, joined to Virion, always in communion.
"Dynammo"
Comes a reverberant, gravelly voice, drawing him further into awareness in this strange dream-scape, echoing across the scene. Virion's face materialises in the background, huge, a single eye dwarfing Dynammo's entire form.
Behind, other figures, more of Virion stand. It is as if the background was a series of camera's, each beholding this insectoid creature from different angles, yet it's form somehow seeming to melt into the background, like paint slowly swirling at the edges.
The surreal scene seems to drop away, not literally, but somehow as if Dynammo were detached, was drawing away to a new vision before his eyes.
The hand which held Dynammo suddenly curled, closing over him, crushing, and as the scene around was obscured by darkness...
---
The man found himself in a void. Mists of conciousness surrounding the blackened scene, indistinct in the pitched nothingness.
Directly ahead stands the creature from before, the insectoid monster.
and yet, the same sense of familiarity, the same uncanny feeling of connection and belonging emanates from this source, it's intensity even stronger than any of the time Dynammo had spent with Draxor, the only other infected he had known((Unless i'm mistaken?)), a presence which he had felt ever so briefly on Namek.
Monster was the wrong word for it, no something like this could never be a monster...
It's back was turned, and the briefest of flashes seem to show a scene, as if he were not looking with his eyes but picking up on the image in... some other way. It was from the floor, half obscured from this vantage point, showing Nam, bathed in a golden aura, standing ahead and clutching the twisted Geurin. But as fast as it seem to come, like a memory of a dream, it faded, and dynammo's attention would no doubt be drawn to the only thing there was left.
"Hello Dynammo" comes the brown creatures croaking voice, the figure still remaining completely unmoved.
