「✧」 At 6:06PM on an autumn twilight evening, Aurelius Vane-Tempest steps into a open-air parking lot while trailing light mauve footprints in his wake. This is only slightly unusual, as he has no car and no place to go once he enters the grounds—walls from three buildings block in the space, one of them completely windowless.
More eye-catching are the 18 floating paint cans, unopened and made to follow behind him like some sort of processional parade. Telekinesis was a useful errand skill, and Aurelius intended to maximize his abilities to paint a worthy mural on the city walls. Of course, part of that depends on which kinds of colors he picked up from around the city.
Just as he prepares to unscrew the paint can lids, his eyes catch a hint of color. He turns and frowns at the unexpected new arrival, arms crossed over his chest as a host of possible scenarios run through his head. Better address them all at once.
"Good evening."
"No I don't have money, I won't transfer you Dust, I'm not lacking in companionship, my skincare routine is fine, we are not long-lost relatives, you're not actually lost, and I've already found God."
What, were they still sticking around?
@cursesmade ໒꒱
