White...
The thought that the male had when he slowly stood up from his fall. Brown orbs struggled to keep open from the intensity of light all around him, his black hair and cloak clashing with the white light around him. This glow from all around illuminated his slightly pale, thin face, marred with the signs of sleep deprivation and seriousness, but still reflected his sixteen-year old youthfulness. Eyes taking in his surroundings, he noticed that this was an abyss with a white haze that seemed to go on for eternity and that the continuous flatness of this place was most likely only broken by his five foot, seven inch stature.
Making sure not to be surprised again, he held a black ornate staff with a large crescent as its core in his gloved right hand. He quickly noticed as he surveyed his surroundings again that there was no horizon, just haze. He was stuck in an abyss of light.
The figure seemed to growl to himself, "I better make haste...standing around will not help me..." Not caring where he'll end up, the male proceeded to walk, his cloak with a gold crescent moon contorting with the drag.
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When I find out who sent me to this place, they will be due for a castration...
A female, no more older seventeen years, growled with annoyance. She walked for at least several hours in this desolate wasteland, having no sense of direction whatsoever due to the lack of structures and horizon. Her emerald eyes glistened with anger, while her long black hair trailing behind her running five foot, five inch form. Her black robe effaced her body, the hood inside the confines of the robe. With her scythe, a five foot eight inch rod connected to a four foot blackened edge, on her back, she looked like a messenger of death.
The female figure said in an annoyed and yet amused fashion, "If this is Hell, they definitely need some redecorating...." She knew that jokes would not actualy help her now, but it was still amusing to poke fun at her current situation. A tap resonated with the field's silence and the figure found herself turning around to look in the direction of the sound. She looked at the male several hundreds of feet away from her, the flat field allowing to see such distances. White hair, light blue clothes, she realized it was him.
Screaming out, the girl said, "Hey! Hik..."
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Hey! Hika!
Blue eyes glanced behind him, ankle-length white hair shooting around his pale form. His light blue shirt and jeans wrapped around his thin, feminine-looking form, attempting to fly backwards as Hika rushed towards the girl, yelling, "Fuji, is that you?" His delicate five foot, four inch form seemed to glide across the abyss towards the girl dressed in black. Glancing back behind him, his feminine-looking fourteen year old face turned back and around again, his hair slightly becoming a mess on his front side.
Hika, for the moment, was glad to see Fuji, despite her small jokes about his feminine looks and her odd comments about something called homosexuality. That aside, Hika slowly became anxious and scared about this place and staying around by himself. It made him paranoid, because it appears that all he was in was a complete and utter nothingness. As he slowed down, approaching Fuji till he was several inches away from her, Hika happily hugged Fuji, his arms around her, saying enthusiastically, "Thank Fate, it's you! I've been walking around for hours and this place is starting to scare me. Stepping back from the hug, Hika had smiled happily, knowing that for now he had someone to stay around with.
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Memento Mori
Remember you are mortal, remember you will die.
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