sharpeyes | Open RP

Elpis was... beautiful. Even with the underlying troubles with how things were run, and the way everyone assumed that he was a familiar. If not for the troubles looming large, Mikka could've happily spent days utterly absorbed in the green growth of the place. It almost made him think of home. Especially when he found a small alcove that seemed all but ripped from memory.

The others might notice him missing, and should they come looking for him, they'd find the Miqo'te here, nestled into a small corner near a fall of moonblossoms climbing up a trellis with a pen and paper in hand, though he seemed to have stopped writing, instead staring uncertainly at the page, ears at half-mast, tailtip flicking fretfully. Honestly a bomb could go off near him without his notice at this point.

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[ He doesn't readily answer that message which implies a couple of things. One, he's tired of conversing and has either fallen into work or a nap. Or two, Hades has up and decided that the best use of his time is really to follow through with the suggestion. There's definitely an acknowledgement that Hythlodaeus wants nothing but the best for him and that much, amongst other things, is no different for Hades. Sometimes he really does want to shake the other and remind him that talent does not solely rely upon one's ability to manipulate aether.

What a pair they really make: one always seeing the best in another rather than themselves. So if Hythlodaeus is so determined to make Hades into something, then he will simply drag the other with him.

Although right now it is more like Hades is dragging himself to Hythlodaeus' doorstep. It's wholly unnecessary and they both know that if Hades really wants to be undisturbed, then nothing and no one would be able to. The fact that he chooses to come here says a great deal more than any of his snippy and sassy words ever will.

And he doesn't bother to knock or anything because Hythlodaeus should just know he's there. ]

[The moment he steps our of the array, Xie Lian thinks he should have known not to use the dice for transport without Hua Cheng around.

His cursed shackles are gone, so one would think that all the bad luck in his life has evaporated. One would, apparently, be wrong.

This is not any place he's been to before and he doesn't recognize any of it. It's quite vibrant and there are people around but they don't really seem to be paying much attention to him until suddenly, someone is in his way and he almost bumps into them.

The person is wearing a long brown robe and a mask, and even with that, Xie Lian can tell they don't look happy.]

'Whose prototype is this? Why is it unregistered? Who let something this powerful outside of their containment area?'

[Xie Lian looks around in confusion but there's no two way around it. That person seems to be talking about... him.]

... Prototype? Ha?

[Achelois wouldn't be able to tell when coming back to Amaurot had stopped feeling like coming home.

In the past years, she spent most of her time on the road accompanying her master, and she suspects that hasn't helped in that regard but... she does mourn the feeling she used to get when seeing the spires of the city come into view after a long trip. Now, whenever she does see that view, all she can think about is when she will next leave.

And then, for this particular trip there was the project her master talked to her about, the very thing that makes her walk through the streets at a too brisk pace for most of the other people around as she ponders.

It did not come as a surprise. One would have to be extremely inobservant for it to be a surprise, and as much as she is not vain, Achelois knows Venat chose her as her pupil for a reason. A member of the Convocation, and such a renowned one, would not err in choosing the soul they wish to instruct, she thinks. She might still be young compared to others, but no so young that she is unaware of her own abilities and values, all things her master has taken care to hone over their years together. She is confident in what she can do. Still, something of this magnitude... Her master left her some time to think about it, and so, she is thinking.

The city itself might not feel like home anymore, but there are some parts of it that do, and her steps take her naturally to the Bureau of the Architect. And upon being informed that Hythlodaeus is not in right, she juts shrugs and smiles.]

It's alright, I'll just wait for him inside.

[She ignored the fluster and sputter of the employees as she pushes past them to go through the door that lead to her friend's private office. The door still responds to her aether, so at least, it seems like he's not against her dropping by even unannounced.

She glances towards his desk, walks along the bookshelves and trails a finger along the spines of the books, mildly curious about whether he has gotten anything new recently, and then just goes to plop herself in a comfortable chair, hugging her knees while she keeps turning things in her head.

At least, this place is quiet, not like the city outside.]

Edited 2024-02-18 08:45 (UTC)

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