[The lights above the Earth distract him from everything else in the room for a moment. And the fact that it appears he was actually, in space. There's so much confusion, but considering what happened back in that abandoned building, was this all really here? He continues forward into the room, some distant sound of a transciever of sorts comes in and out, but no words can be deciphered. It just added to the ambience of the room.
He comes up to the glass, staring up towards the stars. They shine so much more brightly up here. He couldn't help but think about her. She would've loved this. He then glances down at the Earth below, the lights dancing, mesmerizing. What are they...?
"The aurora borealis!"
Shadow drops the journal with a start when a voice suddenly breaks the silence. Looking around franctically, he saw no one. It is still just him, alone in this room, with that transciever noise still going, seemingly closer. He takes a moment, remembering to breath. The other reason it caught him off guard, was that it was a girl's voice he clearly heard. Not hers, but...for a moment, he thought he was about to see their reflection. She sounded...cheerful, excited to bring up what those lights were. Pressing a hand to his head, he leans down to pick up the journal. He stares, noticing a page was no longer blank. There were photos now, photos with the same girl in each one. The images were faded black and white images, but he can immediately imagine her with blond hair and a blue dress. Sometimes she was by herself, sitting in a wheelchair, other times with the same older man he saw in the last room. He's sure of it now, this old man is a reflection of Professor Gerald. And that would mean...the girl is...]
Maria. [He has never seen the girl, nor heard her name uttered in this supposed space that belonged to his other. But he feels certain, that is her name. There was one last photo on the page. A group photo of her, with Professor Gerald and his other. Together, all with smiles, blissfully unaware of the troubles unfolding around them. His thumb gently presses against the photo. A bloodstain forming over the photo as he had forgotten about his bleeding arm.
He looks up toward the glass, thinking he heard or saw someone run pass him. His eyes narrow, noticing something that wasn't there a moment ago. Two handprints. Small human handprints. He stares, but there's no one there, just him reflecting back. Another larger handprint starts to form, but it quickly fades. Like it had never happened. His expression softens. That hand never reached hers. He lifts his non bloodied hand, looking at it for a moment. Would it be intrusive...yet those handprints seem to be inviting company. Slowly, he presses his hand over the small handprints. Somehow, the spot felt warm, gentle. Spreading into his hand, and up his arm.
The room suddenly goes dark. Red lights start flashing as the an alarm starts blaring. Shadow quickly removes his hand from the glass in a panic, taking a step back as he looks around.]
What?! [Blinding white lights flash into the observatory from the outside.
"THIS IS THE GUARDIAN UNITS OF NATIONS! PREPARE TO BE BOARDED!"
His whole body went tenses, his eyes widen, a few sparks escaping his quills. Ships, a fleet of them outside, approaching his location. G.U.N. And just as quickly as they appeared, that everything suddenly went dark, even on the outside. It was someone had pulled the plug on the projector screen. Complete silence. All Shadow could hear, was his own heavy breathing, and the occasional sparks from his quills.
Light peeks into the room as a new door opens. Beckoning him to move forward once more.]
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He comes up to the glass, staring up towards the stars. They shine so much more brightly up here. He couldn't help but think about her. She would've loved this. He then glances down at the Earth below, the lights dancing, mesmerizing. What are they...?
"The aurora borealis!"
Shadow drops the journal with a start when a voice suddenly breaks the silence. Looking around franctically, he saw no one. It is still just him, alone in this room, with that transciever noise still going, seemingly closer. He takes a moment, remembering to breath. The other reason it caught him off guard, was that it was a girl's voice he clearly heard. Not hers, but...for a moment, he thought he was about to see their reflection. She sounded...cheerful, excited to bring up what those lights were. Pressing a hand to his head, he leans down to pick up the journal. He stares, noticing a page was no longer blank. There were photos now, photos with the same girl in each one. The images were faded black and white images, but he can immediately imagine her with blond hair and a blue dress. Sometimes she was by herself, sitting in a wheelchair, other times with the same older man he saw in the last room. He's sure of it now, this old man is a reflection of Professor Gerald. And that would mean...the girl is...]
Maria. [He has never seen the girl, nor heard her name uttered in this supposed space that belonged to his other. But he feels certain, that is her name. There was one last photo on the page. A group photo of her, with Professor Gerald and his other. Together, all with smiles, blissfully unaware of the troubles unfolding around them. His thumb gently presses against the photo. A bloodstain forming over the photo as he had forgotten about his bleeding arm.
He looks up toward the glass, thinking he heard or saw someone run pass him. His eyes narrow, noticing something that wasn't there a moment ago. Two handprints. Small human handprints. He stares, but there's no one there, just him reflecting back. Another larger handprint starts to form, but it quickly fades. Like it had never happened. His expression softens. That hand never reached hers. He lifts his non bloodied hand, looking at it for a moment. Would it be intrusive...yet those handprints seem to be inviting company. Slowly, he presses his hand over the small handprints. Somehow, the spot felt warm, gentle. Spreading into his hand, and up his arm.
The room suddenly goes dark. Red lights start flashing as the an alarm starts blaring. Shadow quickly removes his hand from the glass in a panic, taking a step back as he looks around.]
What?! [Blinding white lights flash into the observatory from the outside.
"THIS IS THE GUARDIAN UNITS OF NATIONS! PREPARE TO BE BOARDED!"
His whole body went tenses, his eyes widen, a few sparks escaping his quills. Ships, a fleet of them outside, approaching his location. G.U.N. And just as quickly as they appeared, that everything suddenly went dark, even on the outside. It was someone had pulled the plug on the projector screen. Complete silence. All Shadow could hear, was his own heavy breathing, and the occasional sparks from his quills.
Light peeks into the room as a new door opens. Beckoning him to move forward once more.]