i: Training Module (3) [He knew he was not on the planet that the station seemed to orbit properly, but to most of his senses, it felt real enough. He took his time, flexing his fingers, moving about to test the limits of his range of motion. There were things he could not do down here, but the one that let him know more than anything that he was not here in truth was the fact that he stood in the dying light of the sun. It was setting, yes, but it still cast its light upon him and he looked down at his hand, speckled with light and yet still whole.]
I would find this a marvel in itself, for this alone.
[He spoke to himself, but there may be others nearby. He was too wrapped up in admiring the fading day to pay particular attention just then.]
ii: Stasis Unit [He wanders into the room out of curiosity, not hope. Everyone he knows has been dead and gone, buried for centuries. Well, everyone that mattered. He did not seek to find a familiar face here, merely to... familiarize himself with ones that might waken. To see the marvel of so many faces from so many worlds -- worlds beyond his... It was still hard for him to wrap his mind around.
Oh, not that there were peoples beyond Earth. He'd long since come to terms with the truth of that. It was simply too narcissistic, too vain to think that out of all the planets in the universe, theirs was the only one with life. No, it was the sheer number of worlds. That and, well, the storm. He'd gone to the observation deck and relived that nightmare again, his skin still tingling with the sensation. That storm was like none he'd ever known, and he could call them to his hand on a whim. That storm was a force. It humbled him. Made him realize that even he could be a small, tiny thing in the grand scheme of things.
He paused by a pod, staring in at a slumbering body, hands clasped behind his back as he wondered where this one had come from.]
Sleep well. Waking will be hard.
iii: Wildcard [Perhaps you will find him on the station somewhere, exploring what he can, finding all the similarities and differences from the world he knew that is seemingly destroyed. Maybe he is in the kitchens, told of a blood supplement that he should see about trying. Or maybe he's nearer the red light district, seeing just what trades those here ply and if any interest him. Say, someone willing to trade their neck for coin? He might also be found outside the observation deck, watching the effects that scenario had on others who enter and leave.
Vlad Tepes III | Dracula Untold
[He knew he was not on the planet that the station seemed to orbit properly, but to most of his senses, it felt real enough. He took his time, flexing his fingers, moving about to test the limits of his range of motion. There were things he could not do down here, but the one that let him know more than anything that he was not here in truth was the fact that he stood in the dying light of the sun. It was setting, yes, but it still cast its light upon him and he looked down at his hand, speckled with light and yet still whole.]
I would find this a marvel in itself, for this alone.
[He spoke to himself, but there may be others nearby. He was too wrapped up in admiring the fading day to pay particular attention just then.]
ii: Stasis Unit
[He wanders into the room out of curiosity, not hope. Everyone he knows has been dead and gone, buried for centuries. Well, everyone that mattered. He did not seek to find a familiar face here, merely to... familiarize himself with ones that might waken. To see the marvel of so many faces from so many worlds -- worlds beyond his... It was still hard for him to wrap his mind around.
Oh, not that there were peoples beyond Earth. He'd long since come to terms with the truth of that. It was simply too narcissistic, too vain to think that out of all the planets in the universe, theirs was the only one with life. No, it was the sheer number of worlds. That and, well, the storm. He'd gone to the observation deck and relived that nightmare again, his skin still tingling with the sensation. That storm was like none he'd ever known, and he could call them to his hand on a whim. That storm was a force. It humbled him. Made him realize that even he could be a small, tiny thing in the grand scheme of things.
He paused by a pod, staring in at a slumbering body, hands clasped behind his back as he wondered where this one had come from.]
Sleep well. Waking will be hard.
iii: Wildcard
[Perhaps you will find him on the station somewhere, exploring what he can, finding all the similarities and differences from the world he knew that is seemingly destroyed. Maybe he is in the kitchens, told of a blood supplement that he should see about trying. Or maybe he's nearer the red light district, seeing just what trades those here ply and if any interest him. Say, someone willing to trade their neck for coin? He might also be found outside the observation deck, watching the effects that scenario had on others who enter and leave.
Come bother the old manpire.]