She could not remember what happened, but there was a strong chill through her spine, as if something had. The sensation that something had ended, that something colder than the stone she lay upon had come over her, and it takes a number of moments before she can so much as move to pull herself up from the ground.
It feels as if she has been stung somewhere, somehow-and she can't say she knows why.
What she can say is that this is not 'home'. She can't quite tell where home would have been-she knows she's wearing clothes, she knows she's carrying a 'duel disk', but god only knows just what she even used to do with it.
She knows what it's for, of course. She isn't stupid.
She just...
Masumi clenches her jaw, fear trickling into her eyes despite any attempts to keep calm and on top of the situation at hand. She is in a room-a large room of stone, with great windows letting light through. Looking outside reveals...nothing. Nothing familiar at all, just the same as the rest of this place. Just the same as everything she's carrying, everything she's wearing, everything everything everything-]
HhaaaaAAAHh...hhhh... [A deep breath in...and out. Calm, 'Masumi'. She tells herself this and finds at least some solace in that mental phrase. 'Masumi'. She knows her name, and that name is 'Masumi Kotsu'.
So then...
...What of everything else, she wonders, slowly making her way through the temple as she chews her lip.]
THE FAR SHORE - Revival
She could not remember what happened, but there was a strong chill through her spine, as if something had. The sensation that something had ended, that something colder than the stone she lay upon had come over her, and it takes a number of moments before she can so much as move to pull herself up from the ground.
It feels as if she has been stung somewhere, somehow-and she can't say she knows why.
What she can say is that this is not 'home'. She can't quite tell where home would have been-she knows she's wearing clothes, she knows she's carrying a 'duel disk', but god only knows just what she even used to do with it.
She knows what it's for, of course. She isn't stupid.
She just...
Masumi clenches her jaw, fear trickling into her eyes despite any attempts to keep calm and on top of the situation at hand. She is in a room-a large room of stone, with great windows letting light through. Looking outside reveals...nothing. Nothing familiar at all, just the same as the rest of this place. Just the same as everything she's carrying, everything she's wearing, everything everything everything-]
HhaaaaAAAHh...hhhh... [A deep breath in...and out. Calm, 'Masumi'. She tells herself this and finds at least some solace in that mental phrase. 'Masumi'. She knows her name, and that name is 'Masumi Kotsu'.
So then...
...What of everything else, she wonders, slowly making her way through the temple as she chews her lip.]