[Skill: Wretched vision[B]
Sails body sat horizontal as an obsidian block. Knocked across the floor, immobile. Amidst the ever long twisting ally, he fit in as quite the camouflaged piece within the light starved mansion. It was here he began reading and planning in earnest.
[The sound of silence[B]
[Audio perception[C]
[Dash[C]
'Such powers.. and these cooldowns ... am i fated to simply fight once and then run out of fuel instantly? Im so vulnerable against an array of multiple foes... Not that any of these really give me much hope in actually facing anything anyway. Why does it feel like i have a gun with only one bullet that doesnt even damage anything? Looking down with phantom eyes, Sail then looked at his obsidian body. No cooldown or duration on you though huh.. Is this the true reason why your rated SS?'
Even the clothes he was wearing had been dynamically changed to stone while in the dynamic motion of flapping in the air. Such fabric was now seemingly sturdier and harder than diamond. Or at least very strong, Sail had no clue if he was tougher or weaker than diamond right now.
'I have no offence and im not offended, no no. Im a tank then, a tank. Some defensive-stealth type mix. I need to abuse my overpowered skill otherwise it seems nothing here will really get me out of utility and into survival'
Sail considered undoing ever noir and moving about exploring but after a short while looking into the darkenss he suddenly decided out of paranoia against it. Ghosts were by nature invisible, right? What if he were killed wandering about before he could activate ever noir? Like if a sudden fast moving entity such as a vehicle appeared behind him killing him instantly. Even though he got quite the high fidelity view of the orb spirit he had briefly considered if the [Wretched Vision] was what allowed him to see such a thing as that ghost so well in the first place. Ghosts were fairly wretched after all. But now such dreams of passive skills were completely undone.
'They are all active abilities huh... Except my title maybe? Does this sovereignty work to help me command anything or just people? It just says [others] and [followers] in the description huh.. Wait! Thats right, people! There surely could be other people coming. Another great reason to stay perfectly still! Whoever this guy was that died might not have been alone. I sure wouldnt think to come here alone... His allies could be looking for him. Ill hold out till then. Right, right. Ill just hold out'
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Sail laid down with his statue on its side and his head against the carpet and took his time. Anxious about any more coming threats he bounced between looking left and right more times than he probably ever did crossing roads on earth. He had fallen in a way that he had a good vantage but even still he thought he was a bit to in the open. After sitting around for a good 10 minutes Sail undid ever noir and his body reacted as though he had just arisen from a long dive. His vision whipped backwards a couple centimeters, his breathing was haggered and his body could actually move again. Sail got up from being on the floor once more and quickly scampered over to the curtain and stood loosely behind it like a classic level one hiding place. He then quickly activated ever noir again and froze in place as an obsidian statue just with a slightly better vantage.
[Long fall[C]
'I suppose things like minutes and hours are all still commonplace... Well I don't know exactly why im surprised. If things such as glass windows, candles and other such concepts can carry over why not minutes and hours. It really is more of an alt reality than a truly foreign world it seems. Though perhaps its just a natural translation to fit the given user? It is sat talking to me in my head after all. Hopefully there is natural language processing, I certainly heard the words of those people in the last world in plain english. I suppose it has to be either a translation system or just this whole thing is an illusion centred around me, right? If a Japanese or Brazilian were to be reincarnated in a fantasy world where it was Oops all English, im sure they would be quite baffled and disappointed'
'Dash seems the most available to use and test early. 5 minutes is fine but im not thrilled about it. My other skills are all on such large cooldowns i cant really test anything... They need to be used reactively once threats arrive... It seems my best strategy then is to run, turn into obsidian constantly and save all my cooldowns for now. But i must not be so frugal as to die because i just wanted to save everything. How annoying, active skills. How fast is a rolling Wench worm anyway?'
It was then that a loud ring was heard upon Sails phantom ears. All his senses during the use of the skill ever noir were more floating around him then on him. It was a subtle but noticeably strange sensation. The bell sound dragged in a way that was as though it had been forcibly extended in some audio software. An unpleasent piercing sound or perhaps it would be more fair to call it a gong. The sound dragged and reverberated and then shortly after it came forth again.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG"
'What is that? The shrine bell of some ghost?, Ah god damn it... damn it..'
Sail stood frozen, completely silent and stationary. His heart which would would have been beating ever faster was actually just a rock at the moment.
"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG"
"Uhh anyone?? Gastin?? Or was it Gaston? You there? Uh??"
Off to the left, upside down with his feet attached to the floor (which was currently the ceiling from Sails perspective) appeared a youthful man. He was running and screaming in equal pace. His black hair was rugged and shaggy and his teeth were chattering quite profusely with his legs wobbling not much better even as they ran. But still, he persisted in sprinting down the ever large spiral corridor.
"AHhhh, its over, im finished, its truly over..." the youth mumbled to himself
As he kept making various loops around the vortex he got closer and closer to where a certain statue behind a curtain managed to get a better glimpse of him. The boy was running with a bright modern torch in his left hand and a few little teru teru bōzu doll things in between the fingers on his right. Alongside the dolls, his right hand was also carrying an old rustic looking bell which had its clapper seemingly frozen in place not ringing at all as he ran.
"ANYONE. IS ANYONE STILL HERE??? GASPIN???"
