[Darkness seeps in under the protective coating. He shudders, in equal parts revulsion and cold, and strikes again and again in attempts to break free. Each time, it hardens against him, and each time, he can feel it drain him little by little. It constricts more and more... breathing is hard. Moving almost impossible.
His head pounds in time with his heart, sending hot stabs of pain to counter that feeling of coldness. To his extended senses, the feeling slowly grows that this horrible coldness isn't natural. Almost like it could have been alive once, and he's caught in the corpse of a dimension-
No. Fuck that. This is fucking stupid!
It takes him a while before gradual exhaustion forces him to push out more slowly, and this time, he manages to edge forward. The ... something around him loosens, growing less dense. His lungs can fully fill again, and he has to fight down another stab of panic as he belatedly realizes he has no clue what he's breathing. The air outside that wall is the same stuff as the wall.
He can tell. All it does is thin from a black, all encompassing something to a black, all encompassing something he'd mistaken for nothing.
It can't have been more than a minute or two in that awful ceiling, but it felt like a lot longer. He finally pulls free enough for gravity to reappear in the right orientation-
Oh. Right. He'd gone up. He'd gotten so disoriented that all his reference points vanished. Now he's in freefall, fighting to get his spinning head to focus enough to catch himself. He keeps managing it for a second, but focus is so hard.
At least if he dies, his brain muses idly, he's not going to die in a ceiling...
Fortunately for Riku, he's gone straight up and straight down, only slowing enough here or there to not reach any dangerous velocity. Unfortunately for Tetsuo, he's not getting hold of himself fast enough to avoid embarrassment.]
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His head pounds in time with his heart, sending hot stabs of pain to counter that feeling of coldness. To his extended senses, the feeling slowly grows that this horrible coldness isn't natural. Almost like it could have been alive once, and he's caught in the corpse of a dimension-
No. Fuck that. This is fucking stupid!
It takes him a while before gradual exhaustion forces him to push out more slowly, and this time, he manages to edge forward. The ... something around him loosens, growing less dense. His lungs can fully fill again, and he has to fight down another stab of panic as he belatedly realizes he has no clue what he's breathing. The air outside that wall is the same stuff as the wall.
He can tell. All it does is thin from a black, all encompassing something to a black, all encompassing something he'd mistaken for nothing.
It can't have been more than a minute or two in that awful ceiling, but it felt like a lot longer. He finally pulls free enough for gravity to reappear in the right orientation-
Oh. Right. He'd gone up. He'd gotten so disoriented that all his reference points vanished. Now he's in freefall, fighting to get his spinning head to focus enough to catch himself. He keeps managing it for a second, but focus is so hard.
At least if he dies, his brain muses idly, he's not going to die in a ceiling...
Fortunately for Riku, he's gone straight up and straight down, only slowing enough here or there to not reach any dangerous velocity. Unfortunately for Tetsuo, he's not getting hold of himself fast enough to avoid embarrassment.]