YOU'VE BEEN ASLEEP — private

[EVAN E.]

[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height:13px;"]The first thing he could sense was the sense of wrong. There was wrongness in the air, thick and cloying, stifling Evan like smoke. Where was he? This wasn't his bed, these weren't his clothes - panic was setting in as he realized that this wasn't home. And he wasn't anywhere he knew. "Hey Johnny boy.."

The words were soft, like an endearing nickname for some child or pet, and Evan opened his eyes to find himself staring into oddly colorless, oddly wrong eyes. "What the hel-" Evan started to rise, and the stranger shook her head, placing a unusually strong hand on his chest. "Wait a minute. Nico's a bit.. rough with these things. Whatever he dragged you through to get you back, it didn't do your internal organs any favors. Just.. wait a moment."

Nico? Get back? Despite the million and a half questions, Evan realized that this woman was right - he felt kinda like everything in his body had been stirred vigorously with a stick. Or like.. he'd eaten live snakes. In fact, oh ew-

From his... new resting place on the ground, he could hear the woman speaking to someone outside the room. "Get someone to clean that up. And take him-" Evan was rising, unsteady and uneasy "- to the the Limit. Oh, and tell Nico to be a little more responsible with his vessel. It's not mine, I shouldn't be looking after it." Evan turned to find the woman, and found her just as unusual as this place - a pale blonde woman in a dark red cloak.

"Welcome to Dema, Johnny. I'll see you soon." Evan swore he caught a smirk as the woman with the red cloak and colorless eyes stalked out of sight, leaving behind a quiet, much more timid person in their place. "Whats.. going on?" Evan asked slowly, but the man chose to step to where the woman disappeared. "You can ask questions later." Now seemed the perfect time, in his opinion. In fact, the whole careful, silent walk through an empty city seemed the perfect time to ask questions, but any attempts were in vain.

"Keep going straight. You'll see the Limit in a few moments. There'll be other vessels there.." The man seemed hesitant to continue, and Evan wondered why. As Evan stepped forwards, he wondered why he was moving forwards. No answers, and certainly too many questions to count.

The Limit appeared to be.. a clearing. There were voices coming from nearby, and with a shock of surprise, Evan realized he knew them. Despite him still feeling nauseous and shaky, he broke into a wobbly, baby-deer-esque run at the two, desperate for the familiarity of the two closest people he had in his life, screaming their names at the top of his lungs. "Nixon! Jordan!"

[JORDAN.]

[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height:13px;"]how long had jordan been here? she didn't have a clue. time seemed to jumble up into a weird mess for her here. she was able to keep track of a rough estimate of what time of day it was with the sun in the sky, but she couldn't tell you how many days or weeks have passed since she woke up here. the only person here that she recognized was nixon, part of her kept wondering if evan would show up to. where ever he was, jordan was just hoping he was okay.

the time that the vessels spent in the limit wasn't that bad when you got use to things. maybe it was just jordan trying to be the optimist about everything. it really only depended on the bishop that was there for the day to watch you. certain ones would let you get away with more things. that's also why today nixon and jordan were 'practicing for the world championship' in wrestling, because axel was there and he never cared what they did.

jordan was turned to look at some of the other vessels when she heard nixon yell a phrase that made her eyebrows furrow. "JOHN CENA!!!" she turned around in time to see him running at her before her body connected into the ground. hard. "oof." the noise notably left her mouth as she fell to the ground, eyes closing for second. instead of being annoyed or even upset by this, a string of amused followed the noise she made, opening her eyes too look at her 'attacker'.

the blonde pulled herself up to her feet again, about to say something to nixon about it before a voice caught her interest. her blue eyes widened as she turned to see him running towards them (or trying his best to). the corner of her lips turned up before she ran over to him, meeting him half way. "evan!" she said happily as her arms locked around him tightly in an embrace.

[NIXON ,]

[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height:13px;"]Something about the whole place had felt wrong from the moment Nixon had step foot here. The air is that gross kind of humid where it clogs up his lungs, there's a faint stench of sulfur wherever he goes, and it's as if he can constantly taste the metallic tang of blood in his mouth, no matter how much he tries to get rid of it. Overall, the city encompasses the feeling of uneasiness. That weird sense of worry even though nothing in the near future is visibly wrong, that unending anxiety that never goes into full panic, but stays just on the cusp of it for all of eternity. Nixon hates it here, but he tries not to show it. He doesn't want to get punished. Some of the "Bishops," as they like to call themselves, are kind, but his isn't. His luck is just great.

If it weren't for Jordan, he's pretty sure he would've already gone crazy by now. He's not exactly sure how long he's been here; it could have been days, weeks, or even months. Time is a weird concept in the city. Even in the Limit, the farthest possible area of the city, the atmosphere is cold and unwelcoming. He thinks that he could probably see the far-off barren land past the city if he really tried, but he isn't going to risk letting anyone know he's thinking about it. Everything's fine. It's normal. Completely okay.

Only the pretty Bishop with the kind voice is here with them right now, so Nixon feels a little safer than usual. Still, he has a sense of worry settled deep in his chest. Ever since he found Jordan here, Nixon's been worried about Evan. It's not like he doesn't usually worry about him, but now that he's away from him and doesn't know how he's doing, it's like there's a constant pressure on his mind to find him and make sure he's okay. Whatever it is, he's been trying to take his mind off of Evan, and Jordan's, too. He knows she worries, too. It's in her nature. So as he playfully tackles her to the ground, he allows himself a laugh at her as she lets out a small grunt.

Before either of them can say anything, one of the scarier looking Bishops, a wrinkly sort of old man with dark hands that carries an atmosphere of fear wherever he goes, enters: but with someone else. Someone very familiar. It doesn't really register in his mind who the tall, lanky boy is until Jordan yells his name and hugs him, when Nixon runs over, too. "Evan, oh my god," he breathes out as he pulls Evan into a tight hug after Jordan pulls away from him. "We were both so worried about you. I'm glad you're safe," Nixon mutters into Evan's ear as he releases the other boy from his grip. Somehow, the words don't feel like they should be heard by the Bishops.