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Somehow, Johnthaniel didn't recognize this part of the void. If that is, in fact, still where he is. You'd think after a few thousand years, he would have seen it all, but alas, not this.
The presence of another, seemingly living, thing only startled him further.
"...You're a ghost, or something. Aren't you?"
#c:johnthaniel#r:closed starter#hope this is okay!#i loved seeing the similarities in their backstories#if you'd like a different muse or something tho just let me know i dont mind writing up something else :P
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Johnthaniel walks through the void he's come to think of as something like home, leisurely, as if it's his millionth or billionth time taking this exact route, even though this realm is an ever-changing expanse of nothingness.
He's hardly paying enough attention to notice the other, nearly tripping over them as their paths intersect. Which startles him immensely. In all his years trapped in this expanse, floating through the sea of black, he has never, ever, encountered another being.
"Who d- Where the hell did you come from?!?"
And though he knows he will not find an answer in their surroundings, he looks around frantically, as though some sort of point of entry will make itself known.
#c:Johnthaniel#r:open starter#open starter#open rp#feel free to come up with whatever reason you like as to how your muse wound up here#nothing is impossible 💛
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"How did I 'get here'?" That's a good question, actually. The door was locked. Probably still is, not like he touched it or anything. Although in hindsight, picking the lock probably would've been easier to explain.
He's not even really sure how it all works himself. Sort of... slipping between the fabric sheets of reality, crawling between them like he is living in the walls of time. Or something like that. Trying to process that causes him to hesitate, shifting his eyes around for a lie more believable than the truth. "I... don't know." Mission failed. "...Oops?"
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