#veritasrequiem

[occultacarne]

@veritasrequiem 

He didn't have to touch the device that he already barely touched to know there was someone in particular he needed to---WANTED to avoid.

Unfortunately, he may have succeeded in avoiding this person altogether during the eclipse, but tonight doesn't prove to be lucky for him.

"..."

The Virtue of Knowledge. He remembers her. When was the last time they actually met face to face like this?

"You look even more pitiful than I remember."

[iinvertedheavens]

@veritasrequiem has entered the condo.

Toji didn't quite turn around from his busy activity manning the kitchen. The only person who he knew who could enter the condo was his son since he was given a key for some easy access or respite. Though the knife work paused at the sound of feet on the floor didn't land right.

He looked over his shoulder.

Then turned around fully to watch some chick step into the open space.

His brows pushed upwards before one slowly sunk down.

"Who the hell are you?"

[heraldmade]

@veritasrequiem ; sc

ismene's song comes to a close. iloren is sitting far enough away for her to be able to stretch her wings out. he's sitting cross-legged on the floor with a journal in his lap. the work has been slow but worthwhile. he's never been one to write his thoughts out. it seemed to make sense, trapped alone in a place that's so unfamiliar to him. any observations, meetings, thoughts they all go into a book.

perhaps he'll be able to figure out more about this place with it.

for now, he's writing about the church they're in. it's a different one than the last few times. the stained glass features figures he doesn't recognize and yet he discovers elements that feel familiar in each building they visit. or … ismene visits them and iloren tags along.

perhaps that's not so true. somehow, the churches are comfortable.

' a beautiful song, ' he notes quietly, pencil raised. ' does it have a name? '

[blightsbite]

Recognition is a rare experience for Vanth. When he walks the streets of Spirale, its inhabitants often lack a face. They blend into one big and blurry mass, a bit like viewing them while crossing one's eyes, indistinct and impossible to pick apart. Vanth never really tries to focus and commit any of them to memory. He would forget them no sooner than they disappeared from his sight, fallen into one of the pits of his mind like so many others that were far more important. Failed recognition is more troubling to him than no recognition at all, so it's not an effort he tries to make. But that's what makes this stranger so sharp and distressing. He sees her and all her details with such clarity that it's stopped him in his tracks. And the worst part is that he feels as though he should know her, that they've met before, and yet, no memory of it comes to mind.

Eventually, she notices him, too. Vanth opens his mouth, but with no immediate thought of what to say, it hangs. ❝ Ah, ❞ escapes a caught and guilty sound, before he realizes that he should start with what he's not gaping at. ❝ I'm not, uh, staring at your wings. ❞ Vanth is too distracted with this weird feeling to even wince. They look pretty gnarly, but really, they're not what he's looking at. ❝ I swear. It's just... I dunno, have we met somewhere? ❞ @veritasrequiem — this is the weirdest sense of deja vu.

[kleinstar]

@veritasrequiem

On the Spirale University library Eiden's made himself a base with bunch of books, varying in subjects. He's mostly after inspiration, hoping one of them will scratch some part of his brain but he's also pretty engaged, having gradually forgotten all about that.

This one's just a collection of paintings from a specific time period. Eiden's been shuffling the book for a while now and finally stops at one page. Young boy's sorrowful eyes stare him there, carrying a stretcher with another child eyes cast off. On those stretches sits a white figure - an angel, blindfold on their eyes.

" Hmm.. "

Staring at the painting he makes a thoughtful hum.

[occultacarne]

@veritasrequiem

"You continue to test my patience, Ismene Ciara Killough. You are like a rat, whispering into ears to anyone who will hear." While he has no idea what she could have possibly talked about with Vanth, he's sure it isn't anything good.

"If you wish to keep what pathetic wings you have left, I'd advise staying away from Vanth."

[occultacarne]

@veritasrequiem

"....Mama....?" Ismene was the last person Kaine thought to see here. In this foreign land of the unknown, how was Ismene even here? She remembers her being back at the Church. She remembers being there with her and then here.

Surely there was a reason to be brought here. At first, upon her arrival, she thought it was because of Sebastian. She knew that fucker was here. Can FEEL him. SMELL him a mile away. That sickening scent and that awful energy.

Now? She isn't so sure. Ismene is here.

"What are....What are you doing here? Wh---" Kaine approaches. Her steps quick and her hands outstretched to grab Ismene by her arms, "Sebastian. He's here! Did you see him? Has he harmed you?" There doesn't seem to be any new injuries. Just the stench of proof that they had indeed met each other.

"Where is he? Tell me where he is. Please, mama."

[salvationseekcr]

@veritasrequiem

Outside a rather small Church in the Archimedes ward, Sam sat nearby on the sidewalk. Not in the way of anyone, he held his hands together with his eyes closed and quietly recited a prayer.

"O my God, I am heartfully sorry for having offended thee, and I detest all my sins because of thy just punishment--"

He didn't have his bible with him, but he could recite plenty of passages or prayers if he needed to. And right now, he did need them. Unable to go inside the Church without immense pain, sitting outside and praying was all he could do right now.

This felt like a punishment. Being here. So he was praying for forgiveness.