You find yourself awakening in an unfamiliar location. Even if you don't sleep - even if you weren't sleeping in the Void, or even if you weren't in the Void - you find yourself here now. Your head feels fuzzy and you struggle to remember. Where are you? What were you supposed to be doing? Who are you? The exact extent of this is up to you all, but regardless, waking up is a struggle.
Getting free is going to be even more of a struggle. You're suspended in a glass tube of some kind, bound at the ankles and wrists keeping you aloft by mechanical shackles. Those will break fairly easily even if you aren't the strongest; the glass tube will be the bigger problem. It's thick and not the easiest to break - although those of you with enough strength can shatter it, and if you remember how to use your shards, those could come in handy.
Speaking of, you still retain your shards on the backs of your hands where they should be. You can still make use of them even here... wherever "here" is.
It seems to be a laboratory of some sort; aside from the glass tubes housing all of you individually, there are several more filled with liquid and dark objects within... are they people? Regardless of what they are, they fill you with dread. You don't want to end up like them, do you?
The laboratory is dimly lit. You can only see a few feet in front of you, making it difficult to tell what else this place has to offer aside from your fellow shardbearers and those ominous tubes. Strangely, any attempts at creating light - whether that's through anything you have on your person or through use of your shard powers - will simply fail. You're stuck in the dark, it seems, and even if you were once capable of seeing in it, you aren't able to now.
Focus on getting free first, then let's see where this leads.
[His memory might still be a bit fuzzy at best, but he does know two things - everyone is very intent on getting out of these tubes and he has some affection for this kid. So.]
Cover yer eyes, yeah? I'll get ya.
[And assuming Lark does so? The glass will shatter away with a few hard smacks of the back of his axe, and the shackles are even easier to pull off with hand and claw.]
[ Oh, right. Glass shatters into sharp and pointy pieces. You'd think Lark would just already know that, but he comes from a place where besides sea glass washing up on the shore, he mostly knows glass as fancy material only the wealthy can afford to use.
He takes Basilio's advice to close his eyes, and shakes his wrists slightly once they're freed. ]
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Cover yer eyes, yeah? I'll get ya.
[And assuming Lark does so? The glass will shatter away with a few hard smacks of the back of his axe, and the shackles are even easier to pull off with hand and claw.]
Y'alright then?
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He takes Basilio's advice to close his eyes, and shakes his wrists slightly once they're freed. ]
Yeah. I'm fine. Thanks, Bas.