You are in a river and you need to pull yourself together.
It was a unique sensation to feel something try to slide up through your throat when you didn't, in fact, actually have a throat. Unique in this case meant slightly painful and a bit terrifying, because for one long moment, he felt as though he were underwater and all he could remember was that he'd died in a horrible and painful manner. Then again, it wasn't completely surprising he was under the impression of being submerged, given that there was a viscous fluid draining from around him, which he went right with because, well, he was just a bag of bones at this point in his life. It was hard for him to do anything but go with it. Serpine, he thought for a moment, before remembering that no, Serpine was dead, so this wasn't him. Vengeous, then, his mind tried - but no, he was dead too. Well, fine then, he figured, Somebody else. Good lord, he wished that life would give him a few days to organize himself before throwing him back into yet another whirlwind adventure.
He realized he wasn't wearing his suit as soon as his feet touched ground, and for a moment he was glad. It'd be ruined if he'd been wearing it. Of course, then came the rushing realization that he was a walking, talking skeleton falling ungracefully out of a pod of goo, and that was... not so good. Also, nothing looked familiar. Very not good. Finally - and this was the important bit - there were other pods around, and other people. Very exceedingly not good. Well, with any luck, nobody would notice him and he'd be able to scuttle off and not start a mass panic. That would be goal number one.
Goal number two would be to find his suit. There was absolutely no way he'd be solving any mysterious arrivals in a strange and futuristic setting without it. ...Now to just find out where that would be put, without drawing attention to himself.
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It was a unique sensation to feel something try to slide up through your throat when you didn't, in fact, actually have a throat. Unique in this case meant slightly painful and a bit terrifying, because for one long moment, he felt as though he were underwater and all he could remember was that he'd died in a horrible and painful manner. Then again, it wasn't completely surprising he was under the impression of being submerged, given that there was a viscous fluid draining from around him, which he went right with because, well, he was just a bag of bones at this point in his life. It was hard for him to do anything but go with it. Serpine, he thought for a moment, before remembering that no, Serpine was dead, so this wasn't him. Vengeous, then, his mind tried - but no, he was dead too. Well, fine then, he figured, Somebody else. Good lord, he wished that life would give him a few days to organize himself before throwing him back into yet another whirlwind adventure.
He realized he wasn't wearing his suit as soon as his feet touched ground, and for a moment he was glad. It'd be ruined if he'd been wearing it. Of course, then came the rushing realization that he was a walking, talking skeleton falling ungracefully out of a pod of goo, and that was... not so good. Also, nothing looked familiar. Very not good. Finally - and this was the important bit - there were other pods around, and other people. Very exceedingly not good. Well, with any luck, nobody would notice him and he'd be able to scuttle off and not start a mass panic. That would be goal number one.
Goal number two would be to find his suit. There was absolutely no way he'd be solving any mysterious arrivals in a strange and futuristic setting without it. ...Now to just find out where that would be put, without drawing attention to himself.
Yeah. As if that would be easy.