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'ezra'. aeolous cleric. euphiace.

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     ♕ ; An ingenious plan, as Arion elaborated; to casually pay a cordial visit to the surly cleric was the scheme coaxed by her beloved kin. Such matters (of interaction) hardly concerned her, but she muses that perhaps, it would be lovely to converse with Ezra once more. She takes featherly steps upon the steps of the institute, engaged in dialogue with her sister. 

"Do you think he's in today?"               "...most likely." "Whaa--if he's not here, the whole plan is ruined!"

In a juncture of time, the entry unfastens and swings open. The abrupt motion compels her to grip behind Arion’s figure, barley permitting her visage to be discerned. She peeks at the convict behind the cause, only to detect the familiar sulky countenance. 

"Ezra….!"

   ”Ezra!" In synchronized harmony. A perfect chorus for their duo, she’d say, but the enthusiasm that encases her pitch overpowers Aria. Oops. And then there goes the apology, lower-toned and with a silver lining of forged innocence and bright eyes: “I apologize for the intrusion, but we’ve come for a visit.” Much more regal and befitting on a prince than her initial exclamation, though she does so to save her dearest sibling any secondhand embarrassment (or a damaged dignity).

          “We promise that we’ll avoid as much conflict as we can.” Or rather, she. Aria was nearly a foil to her, so troublemaker tendencies were definitely not part of her blood.                        ”So turn that smile- err, I mean— frown upside down(!), okay? I promise it’ll be like we won’t even be here!” An empty promise, but an attempted promise nonetheless. 

{ It takes him a moment to realize he doesn't recognize the duo, even though they're calling out his name. It's that memory block thing again, and there’s nothing he can do about it until it fades (if it goes away). The tone of their voice indicates some kind of familiarity, so he’s not afraid to be a little mean to them. It’s annoying he can’t remember their names, but he has too much pride to ask.

Instead, he replies.} “Go home. You’ve made enough of a ruckus already.”

{Then he slams the doors shut on their face. Whatever they had planned, they could plan it with someone else later. Someone that was distinctly not him. He still had his canons to review.}

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misc (1)

ezra is naturally right handed, though he can write to a limited degree with his left. his natural handwriting is extremely neat. he does not have an organized way of going about writing, however, as he connects certain letters or words when it's convenient and alternates between different abbreviations. he does not dot his "i"s or "j"s and does not write in capital letters. as a whole, they are on the small side, taking up only half the line, but his writing as a whole is extremely easy to read and aesthetically pleasing.

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memory (2)

ezra's memory of everything before the accident is fairly clear. he is aware of his father, mother, and brother's presence as well as their appearance and their time together. however, because he no longer lives very close to them (as a result of internal church reorganization), he has not seen them in a very long time. he cannot, however, recall their names, nor can he recall what they used to call him.

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hello friends for the next week or two i will probably be a bit slow about replying! it’s heading into busy season at university so i’ll have to take time away from here to keep pace with what’s going on at school.i’ll do my best with tagging on time, and considering i will (probably) still have time to tag between classes and assignment i won’t put myself on hiatus quite yet.

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memory (1)

ezra's memory issues began as a whole from that accident. they had not been present at all previous to it, but soon afterwards he began having mental blocks and an intermittent inability to even tell you who or where he is. the cause for this, he has reasoned, is because of the fact that his skull had been smashed open before he stitched himself back together.

such issues persist to this day, though he has been coping with it by writing on his hands and arms to make sure he can still remember grocery lists and patient names.

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"Ugh. Is it ever quiet around here?" 

[ Rhetorically. ]

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after the accident (1)

whether ezra died in the accident or was just fatally injured, the fact still stands that his chronokinesis came to power very shortly after that time. basically, he rewinded himself from death or a near death state to whatever physical state his body is in now. since his eye was already lost, he couldn't repair that, thus the mystery of his vision returning is more baffling to him than the fact he came back to life. 

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{ When he opens the library today, there's a ruckus from outside the doors.  Though it got loud once in a while around here, those were usually on festival days where he couldn't get away from obligation duties.  Today was not festival day.  There should have been no noise to begin with.

So, he does what any good respectful citizen would do. He rises from his desk and marches to the side door, gripping the handles of the doors leading to its side entrance (the main entrance was almost always open anyways, and he didn't have the patience to try and close them on regular basis for something stupid like this) and he yanks them open with force. }

{ And then, with irritation and venom in his voice: } "Will you keep it down already?! Some people are trying to work!" 

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'ezra'

'ezra' is the name people around him have called him after the accident. he himself does not have any memory of being called ezra before it. because he can't remember the name they called him before the accident, he has adopted it as his own name and responds to it as if it was his own. he does not know if this was the name he was born with, though he has his suspicions.

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"No. Don't even think about it. Whatever the hell you're about to do, run it through your skull and don't bother me about it."

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