[ @purplepawnms || closed starter ( spiritverse ) ] ;;
It feels odd, he thinksâ tiring. Dizzying, a bitâ almost like waking under a healing spell, but without the benefit of having been healed⊠or lying down during the process⊠or being watched over by someone willing to help him back to his feet.
Heâs come to the conclusion that he died. Heâs also realized ( though he resists the ideaâ canât quite believe it yet ) that somewhere between the battlefield and the call of the afterworld, heâs been⊠turned, somehowâ converted into an entity that seems almost familiar to him, but far too attuned to the energies around any given and immediate vicinity to recognize whatever new body he holds as truly his. Heâs never been so connectedâ nor so wildly unstable, energetically-speaking⊠or in his footing.
He moves tree to tree, bracing himself on each trunk, until he reaches the roadside inn heâs been hunting for. Itâs there, and only thereâ across the dirt way, staring at the doorâ where he hesitates. Maybe itâs not the best idea to stumble inside like this. If he does, heâs likely to start an uproarâŠ
          except, heâs not sure where else to go. The other heroes had set up a base, true, but thatâs too far away to reach in his current state, and heading back to town alone would likely put him broken in a ravine somewhere, anywayâ so, knowing that, he steels his nerves and walks across the path, pushes open the door, and heads inside, upstairs, to knock on the door of the room number he hopes to high heaven is correct.
He can feel the stare the receptionist gives him as he passes by in a way heâs felt no gaze before.
   â âŠOphelia? â
Itâs almost like he still has vocal chords, calling to her like that. If he focuses, he can nearly feel them vibrating in his throat.
   â âŠOphe⊠are you still here? â
The past few days have been a whirlwind, the mental and physical tolls had begun to eat her away. However, the girl was always seen with a smile which helped some of the people she fought with.
It was true. She had managed to stay mostly on the positive side in the battlefield, trying to keep the morale of those around her. She may be an outsider, but she sworn herself that she would do her best to aid them until their duty had been completed.
But the bloodshed slowly got to her, her smile slowly faltering.
âOphe..I got word that-â
Ophelia curled up in the bed of her dark room, hugging onto the pillow so very tightly. She thought she could get past the dark side of this war with ease..but..
Hearing that had become her breaking point.
The outsider hadnât even changed since she came back from the field earlier in the day, just wanting to loose herself in the messy covers of the bed in the room she stayed in. Loose bandages and some of articles of clothing laid strewn about the floor, yet they remained there as the Ophe continued to stayed curled up in bed-
Only to rise up as if lighting struck her.
Sheets were thrown moved the first time she heard that voice. The second time, the kinetic had bolted for the door, nearly tripping on the loose bandages around one of her ankles. Nearly slamming the door open, it only takes one good look for Ophelia, eyes already puffy and red, to start crying once more.Â