3rd of Summer, 514 AV Cause why not :
Falling. He was..... Falling. "Wait, what?!" The sudden exclamation came as Roscoe realized he was plummeting through the air at alarming speeds. He twisted and turned his body around to try and get an idea of which way he was going, but to no avail. All around was a blue sky in every direction, clouds visible in the distance in some places, though never near him. He was just..... Falling. No explanation or anything. It puzzled him, and he spent what felt to him like hours trying to figure out what was really going on. But to no avail. So he just kept falling, and falling, and falling, and falling, and...... "Wait..... If I'm falling, why don't I feel the wind?" A look of wonder and incredulity spread across Ros' face like butter spread on toast in that instant as he realized he wasn't falling at all. He was just lying down, on nothing. "Of course!" He exclaimed. "Should've guessed as much." At this point, he pulled himself up off the ground- or whatever it was- and looked around. Suddenly he wasn't in the sky anymore. He was in a small room, like you might see in a tavern in the back, where they'd keep barrels of ale and things of that nature. But no such luck here, just an empty room. After a moment of poking around and wondering at the remarkable lack of things in the room, he noticed a little corner table that hadn't been present before- or at least, he hadn't noticed it. On the table there was a book with something written on the cover in big, bold letters. At first they were unreadable, but after a moment either the letters or his eyes adjusted to change that. "ROSCOE" "Huh." He marveled at the book. "What are the odds?" He opened the book with great enthusiasm, eager to see what was held within, unknowing of the things he would soon behold. As he flipped open the first page he was no longer in the room. He was in some jungle. It was unlike any place he had ever been. The trees were thick and tall- true giants. The flora was all so massive and so green, and he could hear alien howls in the distance. All in all, it was weird. But it had only just begun. He suddenly heard a voice call out from behind him. "So, I see you've finally arrived. How've you been?" It was a calm, easy voice. It sounded feminine. Spinning around to see it, he was met with a strange sight indeed. A frog- or a toad, he wasn't sure what the difference was- stood before him. It was green all over, similar to what was on the plants. He noticed after a moment that it was also as big as him, maybe a little taller. And yet, something about the whole situation struck him as remarkably normal. "Oh, you know. Quite alright. Got into a little trouble recently, but nothing I can't handle." |