Adrian couldn’t help but grin as he watched the Verdant Ghost swivel with excitement at being told one didn’t need legs to play soccer. At least once extra precautions were made to ensure she wasn’t mistaken for the ball, and used by one of the teams to score a point. It took the Guardian a couple seconds before suddenly recalling one of the more questionable Shell designs he’d seen at the tower, while avoiding the Titan Vanguard. He was more than reluctant to let his Ghost try it out, for fear of other Guardian’s mistaking it for a piece of sporting equipment. He half wondered whether the Rifleman had the exact same thought he just had. “Well, if it’s something you’re wanting to try out, we can head out to the farm later. Though, just in case we’ll probably change your shell to something more… noticeable? Neon Orange, perhaps?” He mused, getting a little enjoyment out of watching the Jadeite Ghost bounce around humming to itself.
“Oh can we!? I bet it’ll be loads of fun! Especially with lots of people there playing!” She sang, her voice still reminiscent of a windchime changing pitches as she continued to bounce with excitement. “Eww, Caution Orange? But I don’t want to be mistaken for the ball, Deal!” She giggled before lazily orbiting around, spinning one way or the other.
He took another sip from the tin mug, watched his Ghost float around seemingly excited about soccer that he hadn’t been paying enough attention to fully process the statement the older Rifleman had said. “A bond?” A grey brow rose up into his helmet hair, slight confusion laced his voice as he touched the band of fabric that symbolized the Warlock class. It wasn’t until Devrim made it clear just what exactly he was referring to, understanding replaced the bit of confusion he had. Moving the cup of tea to the other hand, he deftly twisted the older band off his ring finger with just his pinky and thumb. Gently he held it between his pointer and thumb and looked through it with Ice colored eyes, as if viewing something far away within it.
A sore subject? Adrian wasn’t entirely sure what he felt about it. Whether he should feel elated, Melancholy, maybe enraged? The trance he’d seemingly been thrown into while peering through the ring’s center had been broken by a small splash. Peering down had revealed none other than the Verdant shell had taken half a plunge into his tea, while the other half remained too large for the cup itself. Rolling his hues good naturedly, he slid the silver band back over his finger then fished out Jade from the cup, then proceeded to use the inside of his robes to pat her dry before releasing her back into the air. “Not sure if it’s a sore subject, per say. When Jade resurrected me for the first time, I was wearing this ring.” He slid it off once more and began rolling it around between his fingers, sometimes letting the shafts of sunlight catch against it’s dull surface. It was clear it had some spots that were painstakingly patched. “Unfortunately during the initial Res, we don’t have time nor the luxury to stand around and look. Every now and then I return to the same spot and look around to see if there is a matching band somewhere, but never found anything, and it’s against vanguard policy to look into the past. Yet it didn’t feel right to get rid of the ring.”
Adrian took a long sip from his cup, now that it was Ghost free and cooling down. Sometimes when there was time between missions, he’d just ponder how completely bizarre their world had become. A world in which only a certain kind of person could be resurrected from their eternal slumber, to wield a power so vast, that the so called Darkness worked tirelessly to snuff it out. With all that craziness, was it entirely possible for whomever he had loved in his past life to return? Whether it was through Guardian resurrection or Reincarnation if that was even possible, all he hoped for was if whoever it was he had loved came back, he’d feel the connection between them. “Just hope one day I’ll be able to find the match to it, and hopefully the person it belonged to.”
“Aren’t you an adorable companion!” Devrim chuckled at the Ghost as she bounced around, and attempted to cover up his snort of laughter by taking a sip of his tea as she took a dip in the Guardian’s own tea. At least Adrian didn’t seem too off put by the question. It didn’t surprise him in the slightest that it was from his past. It made sense.
“Bah! Damn what the Vanguard says about looking into one’s past. It’s your past, you have the right to look as far into it as you wish!” He may have defended the tower for a majority of his life, and worked with the Vanguardians personally, but that in no means meant he supported all their rules and regulations. “I suppose it makes some sense, preventing one from having the heartbreak of knowing one’s loved ones are long, long, gone. But you should still be able to make that choice for yourselves.”
He wondered how on Earth the citizens would get along if they weren’t allowed to search into their lineage. He knew all six of his forefather’s and foremother’s pasts, and then some. He was proud of the Kay family’s lineage! Militia, novelists, simple craftsmen… it didn’t matter. He knew of their lives, their kindnesses and their cruelty. They weren’t perfect, but they were his, and he was their future. “I hope you find them.” he muttered softly. “I think you should keep looking. Vanguard rules be damned.”
gummygunk
discoholicmusic
titsay
snowghoul
