I closed the door and flopped onto my bed, letting out a long sigh. Work was excruciating, as usual. Getting up early, working till noon, cleaning out dirty college dorms... not something I'd have ever chosen to do. Ah well. I couldn't be choosy. A job was a job. It was only for this summer, anyway.
Now, I was going to get some much-needed relaxation. I pulled a blanket over myself with one hand and pulled over my collection of DS games with another. Nothing beat chilling in bed with a video game or two! I gazed at my minuscule but personal collection, flicking my black-and-red hair out of the way. Of all my games, I could think of two that rose to mind: Fire Emblem: Conquest and Kid Icarus: Uprising. Both were treasured games of mine, and both would allow me to kill a few hours. Hmm...
The two cartridges were in my hand, but before I could make a choice, the lights flickered in my home. I didn't move at first, thinking it was a trick of my tired eyes, but when it persisted, I forced myself up to a sitting position and looked out my window. No storm. Then what had caused the lights to act up?
Suddenly, they stopped, and left me wondering if I'd imagined everything. Casting suspicious looks around my home, I tried to find a source. Nothing that I could tell, and I was alone here.
Something shattered downstairs.
Well, maybe not.
Corryn blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the dying of the bright lights around her. With a grunt, she finally managed to focus: she was in a kitchen of sorts. Problem was, she had no clue how she'd gotten there. This was no kitchen she'd ever seen. All kinds of foods were nestled gently amongst themselves on shelves, containers varying in color and type.
My, she couldn't help but marvel, momentarily forgetting her confusion.
This could feed our entire army many times over! It's a miracle.
"Corryn? Jakob? Hello? Anyone?"
Corryn spun at the new voice, sagging slightly in relief. "Silas! I'm over here. Where are you?"
"Corryn! I'm coming!" At once, the gray-haired young man appeared from a hallway leading elsewhere. The light hanging from the ceiling illuminated his armor so brightly that Corryn flinched a little. The motion was lost as the two quickly met in an embrace, happy not to be alone in a place neither knew the slightest thing about.
"Do you know where this is?" Silas wondered as they separated. "Hate to say it, but I have no knowledge of this place. We could be in Nohr...or Hoshido."
"I wonder if Leo was messing with his teleporting book again," Corryn ventured. "But you're not alone. I haven't the slightest idea where-" she flinched again as Silas backed up a little too far, knocking a plate sitting on the counter to the floor. It shattered to pieces at their feet.
"Good thing I'm wearing armor, huh?" Silas tried meekly. Corryn shifted her bare feet away from the mess, grateful none of the shards had cut her.
A thumping elsewhere caught her attention. It sounded like someone was moving down stairs, towards them. Instinctively, Corryn drew her sword Yato, its blade shimmering in the light. Silas, too, heard the sound, and pulled out a Javelin to cover her, as they normally fought. The married couple braced themselves for whatever should come down those stairs...
"Viridiiiii!" Dark Pit cried as he began tumbling towards the earth, dark wings flickering as the green light faded from his feathers. "This isn't funny!"
He had thought it right to join the Forces of Nature after Hades' defeat. Viridi's troops, though numerous, had no strong commander. He, too, had had enough of nomadic behavior and had sought out roots as well as a god that could supply him the Power of Flight. Viridi happened to be that goddess. And so he found himself doing missions with her forces in exchange for the flight he desired. He had no intention of letting Viridi think she had caged him, however. He saw their alliance as a mutual agreement, not servitude. That was why it didn't bother him. There were times where he refused missions and chores she gave him. It was a fact of life, and Dark Pit figured Viridi would just have to get used to it.
Of course, he wasn't free from Viridi's pestering, either. She'd screw with him whenever she deemed their missions not serious enough to require total focus. Sometimes she'd do things like this- cancel the Power of Flight in mid-air. She claimed it "Kept him kicking." Dark Pit disagreed highly, even though he tried to not let such things bother him. That was the one thing he hated her doing. Angels were supposed to be natural in flight- he didn't like to be reminded he was an anomaly in any setting. He was flightless. And truth be told, he hated being powerless in the air.
Dark Pit flapped his wings, even though he knew it would do nothing. Finally, he laid there, arms folded, letting the wind yank him around. He knew she was probably laughing somewhere else, and was likely waiting until the last possible moment to restore his flight power. It always happened. And he refused to give her that gratification.
He seemed to be falling father than usual. They hadn't been that far up... had they? He flipped to his stomach, looking down at the world. And to his shock, it wasn't the Greek-styled civilization laying before him. It was something new, something modern, something he didn't recognize.
Where was he?
Dark Pit spread his arms and wings, bracing himself for a hard fall. He couldn't quite put a finger on it, but something told him Viridi wasn't here to help any time soon.
OoC: Who wants to catch the falling angel?