07-17-2018, 11:14 PM
" IT'S FINE NOW. WHY? BECAUSE I AM HERE! "
The serval hadn't had time to get over his death, considering, well... it had just happened. Or, so it felt. He didn't know how long his spirit had traveled from his home world to wherever this place was. Perhaps it took a minute, or a year, or 100 years. Who knew! But, it certainly had felt instantaneous.
Blood still swam in his vision, but there was none in his eyes. Pain still racked his body, though there was almost no reason for it to. Other than the wound in his abdomen he'd had for years now, he was fine. It was just... memories.
Thoughts of Midoriya's body appeared each time he blinked. Toshinori swallowed hard. Cerulean slits shook in their sockets for a moment before he calmed himself down again, sinking ebony claws into the pure snow. It was just memories, pictures. Pictures didn't come back to life to hurt you. And yet, he felt so heavy with the weight of them, it made him sick.
The serval shivered in his spot for what felt like forever. Thinking.
Then he heard a voice.
Hello?
The serval's tall, slim ears pricked. His eyes opened wide, though he wasn't quite facing the stranger yet. But... was this a stranger? The voice was one he recognized, but couldn't believe. It was a voice that had faded and died today. Toshinori took a breath. He turned around with a slowness to him that could only be matched by snails. His eyes were sunken.
Are... you okay? Do you - do you need anything?
"Could you tell me where I could find a sweater, young man?" he answered, a shiver accentuating his sentence, as if to prove he was freezing. The serval finally fixed his gaze on the stranger, and the... greenness... of his pelt was startling. The voice, the green... this had to be... no. Midoriya was dead. It was his fault that his apprentice was dead.
He dropped his gaze into the snow.
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Blood still swam in his vision, but there was none in his eyes. Pain still racked his body, though there was almost no reason for it to. Other than the wound in his abdomen he'd had for years now, he was fine. It was just... memories.
Thoughts of Midoriya's body appeared each time he blinked. Toshinori swallowed hard. Cerulean slits shook in their sockets for a moment before he calmed himself down again, sinking ebony claws into the pure snow. It was just memories, pictures. Pictures didn't come back to life to hurt you. And yet, he felt so heavy with the weight of them, it made him sick.
The serval shivered in his spot for what felt like forever. Thinking.
Then he heard a voice.
Hello?
The serval's tall, slim ears pricked. His eyes opened wide, though he wasn't quite facing the stranger yet. But... was this a stranger? The voice was one he recognized, but couldn't believe. It was a voice that had faded and died today. Toshinori took a breath. He turned around with a slowness to him that could only be matched by snails. His eyes were sunken.
Are... you okay? Do you - do you need anything?
"Could you tell me where I could find a sweater, young man?" he answered, a shiver accentuating his sentence, as if to prove he was freezing. The serval finally fixed his gaze on the stranger, and the... greenness... of his pelt was startling. The voice, the green... this had to be... no. Midoriya was dead. It was his fault that his apprentice was dead.
He dropped his gaze into the snow.
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