[Log 60: October 20(?)]
[“Alright- I heard a voice calling for me. Said it was in a place with water and white walls, but I’ve been through a lot of those before… hopefully I’m in the right one.” Asteria wraps the strap of her bag around herself again, making sure it doesn’t get wet.
“If it’s hostile, however, I do have some weapons like my trusty sword right here. Don’t think my lighter will be useful though.”
Her fur is spiked up, alert. She doesn’t seem very happy to be here.
“Water… I hate it so much.” Asteria groans, already tired of this. “Well, at least I can meet another person. Maybe.”
“I’m gonna keep this recording… just in case.”]
(@chemicalwolfgames)
Y-you actually came! I- I can feel you!
*The voice seemed to carry through the mist in the air.*
Please ignore the mess, you.. kinda forget to clean when you're in solitude for so long, hah!
*There seemed to be supplies floating down one of the tunnels, away from a pool.*
M-my name is Steam! W-what's yours?
*The figure still can’t be seen, further entry into the pool being needed. It seems it get.. deeper.. the closer you get.*
”… Conste. Call me Conste.” Asteria replies, a little suspicious.
“How’d you get stuck here?”
H-Hi, Conste! I- I don’t remember.. it’s been- so long.. the time, it seems so foggy..
*As they speak the word foggy, mist seems to momentarily cover the area, before dispersing.*
B-but now there’s s-someone new! A-and you h-haven’t died yet! T-That has to mean something!
*Their voice rings through the moisture in the air, almost as if the two are one and the same.*
Weird.
“Okay… are you under the water? Or…?”
They probably are underwater… but I hope they aren’t. Water, eugh.
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U-under the water..? N-no! N-not under it! Above it! S-sorta..
*Faint, blue eyes can just barelt be made out, and thw figure of what seems ti be another rests hazy.. floating?*
‘Ah, good, good.’
Asteria Conste cautiously walks closer, hands drifting towards the hilt of her sword.
Y-you’re real!
*As soon as Conste got close enough, wings sprout from the figure, solid markings visible on a translucent body. They speed forward, leaving small wakes in the water behind them, and much of the mist dissipates.*
You’re n-not in my head! What are you?
*Small antennae prodded at Conste.*
Y-you want some coconut water?
*A small bottle floated past, almost comedically.*