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[Glenn]

It felt like he was dying.

He was struggling to breathe, clawing frantically at his chest as he sat up to remove the heavy golden armor that bound him, but even as he freed himself of the plates, his ribs still felt as though they were caving into his lungs with every panicked breath. Nimble fingers pawed over his skin, skin that was dry and smooth, to find that there were no rips or tears, and his heart was still safe albeit beating erratically, despite feeling like it was about to burst.

Why? Why was he so dry? His throat burned, parched, his eyes fuzzy and unfocused and just as dehydrated. He couldn't see a thing.

He had to be dying.

The soldier's hands groped blindly around him, settling upon what felt like cold and gritty stone, and he used it to lift himself up, slouching over the crumbling rock as he waited for his burning eyes to adjust.

He saw a place of sadness, gray hues caressed by a fine layer of mist all around what appeared to be graves. He was leaning on a grave.
More affronted at himself for being so rude than he was startled, he found the strength to stand up straight, feeling that suffocating pain slowly ebb away as he rubbed at his eyes.

However, when he pulled his hands away, that's when the shock came-- why, these hands didn't appear to belong to him at all. And yet, when he flexed, they flexed, and when he moved his arms they followed the weight.

But they were so smooth, so bare, so peach blended into lily white...

So human.

Slowly, shakily, he looked down at himself to find a bare and very much human chest. The beginnings of soft, green hair rested upon his shoulders, just within his line of vision.

“Human...”

Glenn fell to his knees in wonder.

Wherever he was, whatever situation he'd found himself in, he had finally gotten his body back. Gone was the Frog of Truce... here again was Glenn, the knight.

The only question he had now... was how.

[Darkrai]

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[Glenn]

The beast-turned-man reached for his breastplate and attached it once again, adjusting the collar of his cloak, which was still rich in the scent of earth and sky-high trees-- the scent of home. Glenn breathed in deep, pleased that his sense of smell was no longer so limited.

However, that smell most certainly didn't match up with this scenario-- this surely wasn't anywhere in Truce, and he had long ago jumped off the time travel bandwagon. There was no sign of life, though that would be a given, considering it was a cemetery. But not even a single visitor... actually, the whole area looked as though it hadn't been touched in years. Curious, he scanned the headstone in front of him for some sort of date, but it appeared to have been scratched out. He stood and made his way around a good number of the graves.

Not a single one with an legible date.

By now, there was an uneasy feeling settling over the knight-- deeply troubled by the lack of evidence toward his whereabouts, he skimmed over a sea of stone for any sort of exit, but the place seemed to span for miles for all he knew, with no visible path.

It was almost as if he were in another world.

As he took a step forward, maneuvering around the many eroding obstacles, a chill ran down his spine-- so he wasn't the only one here.
With the grace and fluidity that every swordsman should possess, Glenn pulled his sword elegantly from its scabbard, the broad blade glittering in its own glorified light as he turned-- even if you knew nothing of the weapon, the Masamune was still an impressive sight each time.

The point fell mere centimeters away from the torso of what appeared to be a tall, dark mass; if this place was anything relevant to the world from which Glenn came, this was a dark being-- a fiend. However, the energy radiating from the entity was nothing like the aura of those simple monsters from his own era.
“Are you seeking to duel?” he asked quietly, observing the curiously humanoid creature with both interest and caution.

[Darkrai]

[/color]" His white hair whispered behind him as he turned his head to the side. "It would be too easy to beat you."

Darkrai closed his eyes some, letting out a disgruntled sigh.

"I have to find my way back to my garden.." He said to himself, a hum coming shortly after.[/font][/ul]

[Glenn]

Just as the shape of his body suggested, the figure spoke as a human would, and Glenn nodded slowly in understanding, lowering the blade. Normally, such words would spark a challenge, but not in a situation such as this.

"Merely asking of your intentions." he responded curtly. At least he had been right that it was no human before him. "But think what you wish, stronger foes have fallen before me, be there sword or not, and if you strike, I shall show you just how."

He sheathed the mighty Masamune once more, folding strong arms in thought as he continued to listen to the strange creature before him.
"You do not belong here either, then...?" Funny, he looked the part. "Do you know where this is, perchance?"

[Darkrai]

[/color]" Darkrai lifted his arms up to observe the glove cladded hands, moments later he placed one down on a tombstone.

"I take it you don't know where this is either, hm?" He had a feeling it was obvious if he was getting asked the same questions.[/font][/ul]

[Glenn]

Oh?

Glenn's gloved fingers cupped his chin in thought. "This is my true form, but it is a body I have not occupied for quite some time... I wonder why that is, though I can't say that I'm complaining."
Perhaps this place had some odd sort of reversing effect, or... well, that was to the best that he could describe it. And if that was so, and they were both foreigners, then he could hardly imagine what the people who inhabited the place-- if there were any left-- might look like.

"Ah, no... I woke up here, as a human... my, that felt wonderful. But this place disturbs me as much as we must be disturbing the dead."

Not so much as a gust of wind passed by them; indeed, their voices were the only sound that the knight was aware of. It gave him prominent chills.

"Have you a name, wayfarer? You may call me Glenn," he introduced himself as politely as could be-- though the stranger's aura was mysterious, it was not cold or filled with ill will like the likes of Magus, whom he resembled just a tad, in Glenn's opinion. "Shouldst we accompany each other to gain a grasp on our surroundings?"

[Darkrai]

[/color]" Though it was really his species name, but he was the only one his species, so he guessed that was okay.

Then his slightly inclined his head to the side, as if he were listening for something. Once he heard the faint barking in the distance, his head snapped his as he turned his body some in the direction it was coming from.

"I do believe that we will not be the only ones disturbing the dead."[/font][/ul]