Crystal Reflections || Will & Eusine
The chill in the air was an immediate sensation as Will stepped out onto the cobblestone streets of Ecruteak, a gracious "thanks, ya' depressing freak" escaping his lips and echoing throughout his childhood friend's home as he closed Morty's door. With a deep breath, he took in the feeling of the cool breeze, fingers adjusting around the handles of the two carpetbags he held at his sides as Sot flew beside him, carrying a black briefcase within his talons.
It was always nice, coming back to this place, as it had been in and out of his childhood multiple times and in a way, he considered the town a sort of second home. From behind his fabric concealment, Will's eyes scanned the streets, nodding at people who'd been present for his magic show the night before and also examined all of the old, well-preserved buildings, recalling the days spent with the parents of various foster families. If he were to be absolutely frank with himself, Will had to acknowledge that little within Ecruteak had changed. Growing up, he'd become accustomed to the much more frantic and constantly changing atmosphere of the big city, but still, the static condition of the traditional town was comforting. The same businesses still existed, the same families still lived in their comfy homes, and the Tin Tower still hovered over the city like a watchful guardian.
Nothing ever seemed afoot in this place, that was for certain. Or...it would have been for certain if Will hadn't been casually mind-surfing the various pedestrians wandering the streets, going about their daily business. For the most part, nothing of the thoughts really stuck out to him.
I'm going to be late for work!
Is it supposed to rain today? Or...or...maybe it'll snow!!
Oh...I'm so worried about Vulpy. I hope she's okay...
Always the same. Mundane, banal, boring...whatever term one wanted to use, mind-reading wasn't nearly as exciting as people imagined. Still, there was a specific thought that popped into Will's head that caught him off guard, though it wasn't even a complete thought, but a mere word. Context was lost to the psychic as the word rang through his ears like an echoing bell, and its force caused him to stop in his tracks, lips parting softly as if to speak the word aloud, but finding himself unable to do so. He turned in his place, searching for where on earth the word could have come from! Was she here? Did someone know her? What was going on??
The violette cocked his head, finally discovering the origin from which that word had descended. From behind his mask, his eyes narrowed and his eyebrows arched.
The man was tall, with dirty blonde hair growing from his head and an ensemble that nearly put Will's to shame. He stood in front of the Burned Tower, appearing to be deep in thought, and seemingly oblivious to the fact that a complete stranger stood yards away, staring him down and infiltrating his thoughts. Will bit his lower lip in distaste as he scanned the man up and down, noting every small detail of his suit, his cape, and his entire being. Who the Hell was this? Had that word really come from him? Did she know him?
The psychic grimaced and began to walk towards the other, curiosity beginning to get the best of him as his heels clicked across the cobblestone beneath his feet. His mind was turning - had he said the word in a kind way? Or had it been angry? Or had it been sadness? Maybe it didn't matter. All Will knew was that he suddenly had a desperate to desire to know why he'd said it - that one, simple syllable that held so many memories...
As the psychic sidled up next to the blonde, he motioned behind him for Sot to take a rest, which the xatu did after clumsily dropping the briefcase onto the ground and falling atop it in a heap. The elite rolled his eyes before focusing once again on the strange man beside him. He looked up at the Burned Tower, breath becoming shallow despite his attempt to keep his anxious feelings under control.
Quietly, eyes unmoving from the ruins before him, he spoke.
"So then....you know Kris?"
