[A FORCED AWAKENING] [The first thing that Grey understands for certain is that he is going to vomit. He doesn't quite remember where he is, he doesn't quite remember why he's there, he doesn't quite remember what awful swill he's drank to leave him in such a state as this, but here he is nonetheless.
Stumbling out of the odd little container he seems to have been closeted in, he makes a manful attempt at remaining upright and keeping his boots clean while his body does its best to empty the contents of his stomach onto the metal flooring before him. Metal flooring...
Grey takes a long moment to stand exactly where he is, breathing through his mouth and pressing his forehead against the cool wall before him, before he feels that he's collected himself well enough to stand up and survey the area around him. The odd assortment of people milling about, the container that he'd found himself stumbling out of, and the room. This vast room, full of hundreds more just like it, with other people stumbling out of some, but hundreds more remaining suspended in their own.]
Jesus...
[BURNING DAWN] [It's the sound of the screaming that sets Grey's heart thudding in his chest, as the scene materializes around him. He has lived through battles before, survived his fair share of bloodshed and tragedy. But the sound of terror that meets his ears is not one of battle, man against man. He hears women, children. These people are innocents, and they quite obviously fear for their lives.
It isn't until the air settles and the gnats of light stop dancing in front of eyes that he smells it as well. Feels it in the air. The scorching heat and choking smoke of the village about him, set ablaze. No wonder these people are terrified. Grey himself isn't doing much better to start.
Tearing off his cravat, he holds the cloth across his nose and mouth as he dives forward into the smoke and ash of the streets beyond. His red coat something of a beacon in the darkness as he dashes into the fray, and toward the cry of voices beyond.]
Cover your mouths! [he cries out] Cover your noses and mouths! Is there water? [Some sort of brigade that might aid in putting this inferno out?
It's at that point that he notices the men with torches, deliberately setting the fires themselves.] Bastards--
[WILDCARD] ((ooc: what it says on the tin! c: if there is something else you'd like to do together, don't be shy!))
Lord John Grey || Outlander
[The first thing that Grey understands for certain is that he is going to vomit. He doesn't quite remember where he is, he doesn't quite remember why he's there, he doesn't quite remember what awful swill he's drank to leave him in such a state as this, but here he is nonetheless.
Stumbling out of the odd little container he seems to have been closeted in, he makes a manful attempt at remaining upright and keeping his boots clean while his body does its best to empty the contents of his stomach onto the metal flooring before him. Metal flooring...
Grey takes a long moment to stand exactly where he is, breathing through his mouth and pressing his forehead against the cool wall before him, before he feels that he's collected himself well enough to stand up and survey the area around him. The odd assortment of people milling about, the container that he'd found himself stumbling out of, and the room. This vast room, full of hundreds more just like it, with other people stumbling out of some, but hundreds more remaining suspended in their own.]
Jesus...
[BURNING DAWN]
[It's the sound of the screaming that sets Grey's heart thudding in his chest, as the scene materializes around him. He has lived through battles before, survived his fair share of bloodshed and tragedy. But the sound of terror that meets his ears is not one of battle, man against man. He hears women, children. These people are innocents, and they quite obviously fear for their lives.
It isn't until the air settles and the gnats of light stop dancing in front of eyes that he smells it as well. Feels it in the air. The scorching heat and choking smoke of the village about him, set ablaze. No wonder these people are terrified. Grey himself isn't doing much better to start.
Tearing off his cravat, he holds the cloth across his nose and mouth as he dives forward into the smoke and ash of the streets beyond. His red coat something of a beacon in the darkness as he dashes into the fray, and toward the cry of voices beyond.]
Cover your mouths! [he cries out] Cover your noses and mouths! Is there water? [Some sort of brigade that might aid in putting this inferno out?
It's at that point that he notices the men with torches, deliberately setting the fires themselves.] Bastards--
[WILDCARD]
((ooc: what it says on the tin! c: if there is something else you'd like to do together, don't be shy!))