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unpurify[Smoke, blood, dust and time. Fire and Sugar.
The Batter remembered those things. That was about all he remembered, beyond suddenly being in possession of a killer headache. Someone or something had knocked him unconscious. That was all the purifier could think of. He just needed to wake up and he'd be back in Zone 3.
Counting to three, the Batter slowly opened his eyes and sat up. Almost immediately the whole 'back in Zone 3' thought jumped out of the window of thoughts. He was no longer in Enoch's playpen of fate but what appeared to be a dilapidated classroom. Holes dotted the ground, the wood having rotten and broke under the weight of age, and destroyed desks made for children were still in their rows. There were windows but all the Batter could see out of them was nothing but darkness.
The phrase "we're not in kansas anymore" never applied more to things then they did now.
That said, the Batter does not panic and instead makes a mental note of what he could see. He was still armed with his bat but his Add-Ons were gone. If they were still in this place, he did not know. He also pokes his head out long enough to find a sign above the door to inform him he was in classroom 1-A. There was also a notice on the wall beside said door but he hasn't read it yet.
Standing in front of the chalkboard, the Batter takes a deep breath. Okay, let's start. Goal: find an exit.
Let's begin.]
The Batter remembered those things. That was about all he remembered, beyond suddenly being in possession of a killer headache. Someone or something had knocked him unconscious. That was all the purifier could think of. He just needed to wake up and he'd be back in Zone 3.
Counting to three, the Batter slowly opened his eyes and sat up. Almost immediately the whole 'back in Zone 3' thought jumped out of the window of thoughts. He was no longer in Enoch's playpen of fate but what appeared to be a dilapidated classroom. Holes dotted the ground, the wood having rotten and broke under the weight of age, and destroyed desks made for children were still in their rows. There were windows but all the Batter could see out of them was nothing but darkness.
The phrase "we're not in kansas anymore" never applied more to things then they did now.
That said, the Batter does not panic and instead makes a mental note of what he could see. He was still armed with his bat but his Add-Ons were gone. If they were still in this place, he did not know. He also pokes his head out long enough to find a sign above the door to inform him he was in classroom 1-A. There was also a notice on the wall beside said door but he hasn't read it yet.
Standing in front of the chalkboard, the Batter takes a deep breath. Okay, let's start. Goal: find an exit.
Let's begin.]
