It’s been a while...

Midnight began to rouse from his slumber. Was it slumber?

Rays of light shone through the glass set into the wall. It was daytime. Or was it underground?

Midnight groaned. It seemed that regardless of the place he was at, the time it was, or what exactly he was waking from, it was an unpleasant experience altogether. An insect flew into the window, lightly tapping the glass that separated Midnight from the outside world. Was it Shenlong?

A hawk, determined to not go hungry in the fairly barren landscape of the mountains swooped in and attacked the insect, aiming with its beak to finish off the bug and make it its meal. Having no defenses against it, the insect was killed and eaten. The hawk continued its glide past the window, having completed its mission for breakfast.

A cloud of indeterminate size caused the rays of light to be rendered largely useless for Midnight. He could feel the vague sense of warmth that came from the sun slowly begin to dwindle in the otherwise chilly room. How much longer would this last?

“Itrewic svern.”

Did someone say something? Midnight thought, refusing to open his eyes or even attempt to move at all.

“Pothoc malai, I said awaken!” a deep booming voice resounded throughout the room. The window shook a bit with the resounding of the increasingly apparent anger held by the voice’s owner.

“Wux pothoc munthreki vur dout hawrk'ghukech waruirai,” the voice grumbled, now seemingly less angry than the moment before.

Midnight remembered that he knew what was being said and opened his eyes a bit. A mismatched green and white pair of eyes began to focus on what was in front of them. He translated the words spoken to him as the area in front of him became clear. Brown. Earthern. Clay, maybe? Midnight closed his eyes and sighed.

“So--” he stopped himself mid-word, it was probably a bit rude to simply speak in a foreign language after someone had just used a language that you knew. “Si mi bivai,” he replied to the evidently disembodied voice. Midnight sighed again and reopened his eyes. He was indeed in a familiar room as opposed to being outside or somewhere he didn’t know. But still, where was he?

WC: 384/
Training Perception E->?

Given the fact that Shenlong didn’t appear to be in any particular rush for him to get up, other than the transient anger, Midnight didn’t bother to become combat ready. The cloud overhead passed and once again light began to shine through the nearby window. Midnight withdrew his right arm from where the rays touched him and placed it on his chest. He was neither bound nor unconscious, it seemed. Urk!

Midnight jolted upright as a feeling of warmth shot up his throat and the sweat on his upper lip became obvious. He hopped onto his feet, ran to the window, threw it open and vomited. He was panting now as his body purged itself of what it considered to be poison. From his newfound position hunched over the windowsill Midnight could see exactly where he was at. The view he could see looked similar to the one he could see from his office?

“Sva annyo,” the voice said with disdain, an obvious eyeroll implied with the tone of its voice. Midnight was tempted to raise his middle finger at the owner of the voice, but the piercing pain in his head and lack of knowledge as to where the voice exactly came from prevented him from doing so, as it would have been a wasted effort regardless.

Midnight wiped his mouth, spit once more to clean his mouth and tried to discern where exactly he was at. He could see two buildings that looked almost identical-- wait, there was even a third. Given his position in relation to the other three, Midnight figured that... the one he was in was also identical. Useful information, obviously. Midnight groaned again and rubbed his left temple with his thumb. A strange butterfly fluttered into his peripheral vision. It was riddled with holes, yet flew elegantly through the air as if it were a bird. That... didn’t even make sense. Insects typically flapped their wings quickly to maintain flight, while birds could glide more easily using wind currents. Yet this butterfly, clearly not built for aerodynamics was fluttering as if it were nothing more than a leaf in a gust of wind. Midnight blinked, dumbfounded, now beginning to stare blankly at the fluttering bug in front of him. A single moment passed and his right hand shot up slapped himself in the forehead. It’s Shenlong you fucking dumbass! he thought to himself angrily. It seemed that his mind was still a bit fuzzy.

WC: 798/
Training Perception E->?