It feels like she was hung in suspension for a split second before the scene around her settled and she settled too. Theres a split second where she knows she’s sitting on something, and then a second later she has fallen into it. The floor beneath her jostles as she tries to get her footing in this blanket hole of doom. She struggles as the blanket falls on top of her, and she fights with it briefly. She makes a small noise of victory as she shoves the blanket off her small body... and stops. The second she sees outside of the the flat platform she’s on, she’s speechless. She stares as the vast and changing landscape in awe. Some of these places are familiar, and most of them wildly outside of anything she’s ever imagined before, and she’s seen so much. This is... amazing.
"Welcome," a voice, which sounds like the revving of an engine, says to the side of him. Running alongside the truck--and in fact keeping pace with it--is a horse robot, made of silvery metal.
Pinya is almost too distracted by the visions she sees that she very nearly misses the voice.
The metallic horse runs at a blisteringly fast pace that seems effortless; though she has no real way of discerning the actual speed of which they are traveling.
Moving forward is all she can do, usually. War doesn't give you a great amount of time for introspection until after the fact. Even then the answer is usually "Take this on board going forward".
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Re: VII. The Chariot
The floor beneath her jostles as she tries to get her footing in this blanket hole of doom. She struggles as the blanket falls on top of her, and she fights with it briefly. She makes a small noise of victory as she shoves the blanket off her small body... and stops.
The second she sees outside of the the flat platform she’s on, she’s speechless. She stares as the vast and changing landscape in awe.
Some of these places are familiar, and most of them wildly outside of anything she’s ever imagined before, and she’s seen so much. This is... amazing.
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The metallic horse runs at a blisteringly fast pace that seems effortless; though she has no real way of discerning the actual speed of which they are traveling.
"Welcome to.... where, exactly?" She asks.
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"Walking together. Fellow Travelers. Mortals call it the Mystic Journey?"
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"Right. Okay well, what have you brought me here for then?"
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Moving forward is all she can do, usually. War doesn't give you a great amount of time for introspection until after the fact. Even then the answer is usually "Take this on board going forward".
"Sure, I can do that. Is there anything else?"