Re: [Zorolo] Rain Seraph's Training
It’s hard to explore when you don’t know where you are, really. Rain walked down numerous twisting corridors, all lined with vines from top to bottom. Most of the corridors twisted as the first one had done; the floor twisting in a way that it moved up onto the wall, and then unto the ceiling. If one kept on walking without really taking it into consideration, the floor would not move from under their feet. It was confusing, really, making it as if gravity was moving with the unnatural twist. Then again, everything in this place so far was unnatural.
Especially the part that boggled him; Rain had come across numerous intersecting corridors, all looking the same as the last, but aside from the vines, there was no other life to be seen or heard. Every intersection the Grim Angel had come across were exactly the same as the last, with no sign of beginning or ending; just long walkways of green.
He spun around, looking back to where he had come from. From what he could see, the hallway went on forever; the door that he had first followed Madrigal through was just a tiny speck in the distance. For a second, Rain stood in awe.
“Wow…” was all he could muster for now. He turned again, looking down the hallway, toward his supposed goal. A door stood at the end like another speck of dust in this distance. So far away, and with every step, it seemed to get even further. Of course, he had just been walking all this time and had not used a lick of his speed, yet.
“Alright, then.” Rain took his hands out of his pockets, while gently scraping the soles of his shoes on the vine-carpet beneath them. For less than a second, his whole figure blurred and then disappeared as he accelerated, the vines on the floor tearing up with the force of each step he took. He did not go at his full speed, only accelerating to a ‘few steps below Shinsoku’. If he did go with it all, he’d appear right in front of the door; but seriously, where’s the fun in doing that?
The vines tore up under each footfall, their pieces rising up, protesting the abuse which they were currently receiving. The dizzying ninety-degree twist in the hallway had been reached and passed in a second as the door got closer and closer. Freedom? Or another never-ending hallway? The Grim Angel put his hand on the doorknob and turned, pushing open the door.
He stopped in his tracks, refraining from taking another step. A sharp wind nipped as his cheeks and tugged playfully at his hair as Rain looked down, the sound of water swirling around filling his ears. The salty smell of the ocean filled his nostrils as he looked upon the vast expanse of water blow him.
There was the sound of gulls calling in the distance.
And then, it all fell silent. Everything stopped moving. The gulls stopped calling, the wind stopped blowing and the seawater stopped moving. Everything started to twitch and blur continuously, until finally, the illusion gave out like a dead television set.
Rain was now in another corridor, but it was quite different from the last. It was much larger and vines no longer adorned the white marble walls and green, cloth-carpeted floor. At the other end of the hall was an extremely large, elaborately designed door. It was about twice as tall as the Grim Angel himself, and had designs of dark green swirling vines and leaves covering the whole thing, but in the center was an ‘x’ made by two, shimmering crossing swords, each about as long as six feet. And what was more; they were not your usual katanas or broadswords, but rapiers.
Rain chuckled as the door reminded him of one person; a single person who seemed to have an obsession for the colour green. And who had a smile as sure and as bright as the swords crossing the dark green door.
“Oh man,” he kept chuckling, brushing his hair with his hands, “this will sure be…something. Hahaha.”