Board Thread:World-wide RP/@comment-26510601-20170409052504

At first there was only the darkness, the primeval nothingness of the vacant mind. Consciousness, like a flickering light in that darkness giving way to open eyes. Ieyasu began to look around, his eyes well-adjusted to the dark scene. Yet the only thing that proved to be real were the iron walls and concrete floor beneath him that he could already feel from the sharp cold feeling they gave to him. The vague sound of rain falling could be heard as well, but if Ieyasu struggled or even breathed the sound seemed to be overwhelmed and lost.

Just sitting in the darkness, like he was now; it gave Ieyasu something to think on.

What exactly was going on, and where was he? What could he have done to be brought into a room like this? Even with clairvoyance on the matter, it would still probably be hard to begin to explain this situation. While the question of what brought him here didn't seem to do anything for him, just the very feelings of this room the damp, cold air and the rough walls and floor he had become accompanied with seemed to bring something to mind.

What this thing was however, was uncleared. Colors, shapes, feelings, fragmented ideas, and more all seemed to blend together in a disgusting cacophony of thought. Never once a clear object or scene, all just bits and pieces that never seemed to match together and if something did look vaguely identifiable it didn't help nor did it make sense. A self-harming blow to the sense all at once.

Ieyasu couldn't think straight and it seemed as if there was nothing to do in these more-than-possibly dire straits. So, he did the only thing he really could: Wait. Wait for someone or something to reveal itself, or just for something to happen. 