Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29739190-20170222195336/@comment-26892768-20170226210340

Zaktan growls, trying to stir up more of the vague memories.

''' Come on...where was I? What did I do? What did...what did...'''

Zaktan suddenly hears the explosion of a bomb, followed by a high-pitched cackle. Startled, he looks around...and sees nothing. No scorch marks, no mad bomber. Then...he starts seeing...something else...

"Uh...you okay, there?" Crow asks.

Zaktan doesn't hear Crow, or see him, for that matter. His vision's suddenly shifting - instead of seeing the black streets of Gotham, he sees lush, green fields, with the occassional giant beetle and green blob of goo. All being left behind. And even though he doesn't move his head, his vision shifts backward, allowing him to see two figures - a knight in black and red that looks remarkably like Shovel Knight, and a shorter one in a black cloak and a green bird mask. His vision goes red for a moment, and then he briefly sees a patch of molten ground that the black knight jumps over.

Hakann.

And then, the memories start to flood back - and not just his own. Zaktan collapses to the ground as thousands of years' worth of foreign memories start to flood his head.

"Ooooolay, something's going on with green guy over here!" Crow shouts, alarmed.