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"Understanding my feelings?"
"I understand my feelings perfectly fine, thank you. I don't need your help. I didn't exactly intend to say any of that out loud, but I don't require counseling. Who are you, anyway? Are you even qualified to give emotional counseling like this? I don't recall inviting you into this conversation."
"So there's no need to concern yourself. You can go about your day now."
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The Star Trail. The Star Trail. As disorienting as the Archimedes ward had been to Lorene--discovering he wasn't a fan of heights had been a shocker, honestly, and being housed in a place built into the side of a cliff didn't help--Lorene could die happy here. Never in his life would the Elven Prince have imagined that a single street could contain cuisine from not just every culture imaginable--but every world imaginable. He'd overheard rumors that one should look for food from one's own world, here--and as much as he missed yak's milk fudge, he was too excited to try new things.
Especially the spices. Anything with spices. Lorene hadn't gotten out of his home country, much, back when he was in his home world--the duties of a Prince never end, even when that Prince is the secondborn son. In Mongol, especially when that Prince is the secondborn son--Lorene's destiny was to become the High General of Mongol's armies and navy, just like his mother was. And he had already earned his coming-of-age rite, so his military training had long since begun in earnest. He'd lost count of how many scouting missions he'd been on--and army food, especially when trudging through the snow, was the worst.
Wait. What was that? Lorene' sniffed the air, not caring if anyone stared. Oh, definitely. He was definitely going to buy that, no matter what in Nine Hells it was. Why? Because he had no idea what he was smelling right now, and despite the 4 other food stalls Lorene had tried, he felt his stomach rumble.
The Prince tracked down the source of the heavenly scent, and bought himself a fistful of meat skewers: chicken, beef, and lamb. Oh, the lamb. He'd never tasted anything so tender! And the spices--the spices! Lorene had no idea what he was eating, and he couldn't care less. It could have been seasoned with rare bat guano for all he knew, and he wouldn't give a shit--it was delicious.
Lorene was so deep in bliss as he chomped on his skewers that he backed up a few steps--and bumped right into someone.
"Oh shit--!"
The Prince whirled around--years of training in melee combat allowing him to keep a firm hold on his meat skewers--and came face-to-face with. With. ...oh no.
Oh no.
He was hot.
"Sorry," the Elf mumbled, eyes downcast. "Didn't see you there--sorry. I'll just--I'll just go now. Uh. ...Bye."
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He should've known. It was only a matter of time, honestly.
Ikki wasn't Riku. Riku wasn't Ikki. Riku was more like--Ikki's obnoxious, nerdy older brother, honestly.
But Ikki still possessed a good chunk of Riku's memories, and there was no way around that. With those memories came certain feelings--nostalgia being one of them.
Especially when he stared out at the sea.
Once an Islands boy, always an Islands boy. Ikki couldn't help but feel a little bitter, even as he pulled off his shoes, stuffed his socks into them, and rolled up the legs of his jeans before stepping onto the beach on the edge of the Golden Ward. I've never even seen the Destiny Islands with my own eyes, but I swear I can still hear the rhythm of the surf when I'm about to go to sleep at night.
Maybe it was time to make new memories. Memories that belonged to him alone.
The bitterness followed him as he walked across the sand, and at first he wondered why--until he remembered that Riku at age 15 had wanted nothing more than to be anywhere but home. That desperation drove him to do awful things--things that, indirectly, caused Ikki to be created. Guess I can't be mad at everything all the time.
Ikki stood there for a while, shoes in one hand, the other resting in his pocket--resting over the yellow star-shaped keychain that had come with his wooden sword, the keychain that was so bitterly, Heart-achingly familiar. He just stood and looked out over the ocean as the waves lapped gently over his pale feet.
His brow scrunched when he realized that that odd scritching noise that had been clawing at the back of his brain was the sound of a pencil scratching over paper. He looked around--and spotted Eiden with his sketchbook.
Fuck.
"You better not be drawing me, buddy." Ikki knew it wasn't likely--but then again, what the hell did he know? Eiden was close enough--and anything was possible.
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he hadn't been here long, really. not more than a day or two (though the days blurred all together for someone as long-lived as mithra) could have passed before the wizard had found himself aimlessly wandering the street; his bubbling annoyance at his sudden inability to cast his magic had given rise to destructive urges that mithra was unable to- or perhaps unwilling to- quell.
but before mithra was even capable of hurting someone, thankfully, something did catch his eye; he stopped in the middle of the road.
he bent down on long, slender legs. he picked up a rock carefully between black-painted nails.
and not caring who had been watching him, he pops the rock into his mouth and bites down.
She wasn’t one for parties, but Mao had to admit in being curious about this one. Costume parties were more a spectacle for her than anything else. While she wasn’t much for dressing up herself (beyond that time she’d dressed like a clown), it was fun to watch other people do so. But the costumes in this place... were a bit more than costumes, weren’t they?
“...”
Seated in the grass and watching the figures dancing in droves, Mao simply enjoyed the spectacle of it all. ... It really wasn’t her thing. But she could still appreciate it, at the very least...
... and the candy that they had here, too.
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It had plans to go see for themselves, but when requesting to go alone, they were thoroughly rejected with an excuse to go with their parent or an adult... A rather brazen rejection at that, because Caster was not even a child, nor human in the first place. They do suppose their appearance did seem like one -- now that they had shapeshifted -- with only thirty minutes left to go... While Caster would have decided to simply skip it altogether most times, today -- they were going to be persistent somehow... and the only way in, if from the staff had said to them -- to have an adult with them! So the best way in -- was to find an seemingly unsuspecting adult who’d be willing to accompanying them for the moment.
‘Ah, found one.’
“Hey, hey, big brother... come with me please? I want to go see fireflies, but I can’t go alone... so please?“
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Exploring the different wards was taking more time than he would think to consume.
Each of them, despite being part of the same city were so vastly different than each other - it was hard to comprehend at times. And yet, despite the situation - knowing that his brother was here, that things weren't the worst it could be...
Well, this was one of the few times on his multi-versal adventures that he felt he could take things a bit slower. There was no looming threat - at least, not like it was before. Even if he didn't trust whatever high powers ran the show here, nor the fact that Cipher was here, powerless as he was for now.
The sense of paranoia - the churning in his stomach couldn't be quite shaken off, not after having been thrown into this situation so recently. But he couldn't do anything to combat the worst situations.
He could combat the ignorance he held of the situation though, as well as research other things. So his first steps were to find out where exactly he could - finally landing on one place in particular to start. The Library of Xalphina fit that description quite well.
Even if the texts themselves were often barely legible. A groan escaped his mouth as he rubbed the bridge of his nose, after having opened up another to find once again - pages where text could not be made out. Because of course. "Whoever first kept these tombs did a terrible job at it..." He said, muttering to himself, shaking his head. Honestly, the standard to keep these texts like this was frankly insulting to see. It was a miracle most of them had kept so well.
Still - it hadn't been a total loss so far. Stacks of books surrounded the table had had situated himself at, making sure to choose one far away from one of the rivers that flowed through the library.
... To put it quite bluntly, he had constructed what one could almost call a book fort. A sight to beheld by anyone that passed by, for sure, though at the moment it seems the man was too engrossed in the illegible text in front of him to really notice anyone getting close.
