Maruki glares at the Shadow, shoulders hunched- fury in his eyes as he waits. This was different. Wrong. He never anticipated this from Azathoth; a persona meant to be his other half and reigning itself to serve his own goals. The fact that he's here- whispered by his dreams and perhaps even nightmares was something he initially thought was Azathoth's way to help him regain his memory. Now?
It didn't feel like that. Personally. Did Azathoth even want him here to help him fare better with others?
His frown grows even more, almost annoyed and irritated with himself, as he brushes away his dissheveled hair and whips his hands forward. The tentacles shift, slithering and plunging. It's almost as if he's a conductor of an otherworldly orchestra, as a flick of his finger sends debris everywhere or turns a shadow into goo itself. It's worrying; this tremendous energy that burns within his veins feels foreign.
He spears through the walls itself at some point. Whatever comes in his way is torn down and Azathoth has suddenly grown too erratic- as if anticipating this moment.
Together...
The walls start closing in.
Maruki finds himself falling to his knees, hair in complete disarray, as his lips part to draw in air. For a moment, he doesn't even feel like himself; he feels more like he is sitting in the front seat of a roller coaster that continues to zip down into the abyss itself. His heart ricochets in his chest as he hears the beat through his ears.
Sleek metallic surfaces and glowing neon blue circuitry running across the walls and floor. The pathway leading into the room is a narrow corridor, bordered by towering, symmetrical walls that hum faintly with an otherworldly energy.
Sterile, almost clinical but the overwhelming blue glow gives it a strangely dreamlike and disorienting quality.
As Maruki walks down the pathway, he notices the intricate designs etched into the floor, resembling a blend of circuit boards and mystical runes, hinting at the fusion of advanced technology and the metaphysical nature of cognition. The light pulses softly beneath his feet with each step, as if the space itself reacts to his presence.
Ahead of him, the corridor opens into a vast, cylindrical chamber, dominated by a massive tower-like structure in the center. This structure is encased in translucent glass-like panels that seem to hum with energy, stretching high above and below, as though it connects to the very fabric of this distorted reality. The air carries a faint hum, layered with an eerie sense of control and order, contrasting with the chaos Maruki knows lies just beyond these walls.
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Date: 2024-11-30 09:26 pm (UTC)Now?
It didn't feel like that. Personally. Did Azathoth even want him here to help him fare better with others?
His frown grows even more, almost annoyed and irritated with himself, as he brushes away his dissheveled hair and whips his hands forward. The tentacles shift, slithering and plunging. It's almost as if he's a conductor of an otherworldly orchestra, as a flick of his finger sends debris everywhere or turns a shadow into goo itself. It's worrying; this tremendous energy that burns within his veins feels foreign.
He spears through the walls itself at some point. Whatever comes in his way is torn down and Azathoth has suddenly grown too erratic- as if anticipating this moment.
The walls start closing in.
Maruki finds himself falling to his knees, hair in complete disarray, as his lips part to draw in air. For a moment, he doesn't even feel like himself; he feels more like he is sitting in the front seat of a roller coaster that continues to zip down into the abyss itself. His heart ricochets in his chest as he hears the beat through his ears.
Sleek metallic surfaces and glowing neon blue circuitry running across the walls and floor. The pathway leading into the room is a narrow corridor, bordered by towering, symmetrical walls that hum faintly with an otherworldly energy.
Sterile, almost clinical but the overwhelming blue glow gives it a strangely dreamlike and disorienting quality.
As Maruki walks down the pathway, he notices the intricate designs etched into the floor, resembling a blend of circuit boards and mystical runes, hinting at the fusion of advanced technology and the metaphysical nature of cognition. The light pulses softly beneath his feet with each step, as if the space itself reacts to his presence.
Ahead of him, the corridor opens into a vast, cylindrical chamber, dominated by a massive tower-like structure in the center. This structure is encased in translucent glass-like panels that seem to hum with energy, stretching high above and below, as though it connects to the very fabric of this distorted reality.
The air carries a faint hum, layered with an eerie sense of control and order, contrasting with the chaos Maruki knows lies just beyond these walls.
He's finally here.
He will get his answers.