[ Luka doesn't remember much. After the witch – some auri woman in a swamp. She had too much hat and not enough teeth – things are kind of fuzzy. There was some mumbo jumbo about telling Sephiroth to think of home, to remember the exact moment he left, and then the whol room hat surged with aether. Some kind of tear or portal or something opened on one end of the room, and all at once it felt like someone had grabbed Luka by the navel and hurled him off a cliff. Wind rushed past his ears, lights flared in his vision and he had the brief and unpleasant sensation of his knees slamming onto cold steel, and then his world went dark.
He sort of drifted to consciousness now and again, but the instant the bright lights assaulted his vision, he'd squeeze his eyes shut and drift under again.
Now he's well and truly awake, and he spends longer squinting at the ceiling and trying to recall what in the seven hells just happened than he'd care to admit.
He hadn't... gone through the portal too, had he? That's impossible, right? He wasn't anywhere near the damn thing, and just because he was really starting to think that he would miss Sephiroth's company, like, a lot, he wasn't so foolhardy as to fling himself in there too. Blasted witch must have messed something up.
He spends a good while pacing around the room, anxiety swirling around in his gut as it becomes very apparent that he's being kept prisoner. He pounds on the walls of his cell a bit, yells and curses for someone to let him out of this swiving room or so help him, but there is no answer. Only sterile white and the hum of the lights above. Is this really Sephiroth's world? Fuck.
At long last, someone comes in, and Luka steps away from the class walls of his cage, fists balled and fangs bared as he grits his teeth. ]
thanks i hate it
He sort of drifted to consciousness now and again, but the instant the bright lights assaulted his vision, he'd squeeze his eyes shut and drift under again.
Now he's well and truly awake, and he spends longer squinting at the ceiling and trying to recall what in the seven hells just happened than he'd care to admit.
He hadn't... gone through the portal too, had he? That's impossible, right? He wasn't anywhere near the damn thing, and just because he was really starting to think that he would miss Sephiroth's company, like, a lot, he wasn't so foolhardy as to fling himself in there too. Blasted witch must have messed something up.
He spends a good while pacing around the room, anxiety swirling around in his gut as it becomes very apparent that he's being kept prisoner. He pounds on the walls of his cell a bit, yells and curses for someone to let him out of this swiving room or so help him, but there is no answer. Only sterile white and the hum of the lights above. Is this really Sephiroth's world? Fuck.
At long last, someone comes in, and Luka steps away from the class walls of his cage, fists balled and fangs bared as he grits his teeth. ]
You're one to talk. I been awake for a while.