P E R C E I V E

“Hey there, AJ! Wanna help me ‘n’ Yuty roll some cigars?”

“You’ll hafta help me make off with a couple of plants, first, but that’s part o’ the fun!”

🎵 ; @aurumoculi plotted ahead!

Well, nowadays it seemed that Khura’in caught itself up to speed enough with the rest of the world that Klavier could bear going there for the sake of law. He’d gathered his idea of the place previously when he would come there to perform. Seeing as how the old Gavinners comprised entirely of law officials, they easily picked up the environment as… bleak, to say the least.

To say that there was a legal system was laughable; there was hardly anything here to be found that could speak the word justice… until Justice came along.

After he had his run with the place, it seemed that the once-ancient country that was satisfied in a ‘guilty before even possibly considered innocent’ lifestyle finally got its head out of the clouds.

It was high time this prosecutor rewarded the man who made it all possible.

With the investigation not being able to move an inch until forensics would come back the next day, Klavier had some time to kill in the newly-unfamiliar landscape he found himself in. The place certainly seemed brighter, happier, as he approached the doorway to the Justice Law Offices. With a small smile, he knocked, greeting the face that answered the door with a small lean and a sly grin on his face. “You thought you could escape me, did you, Forehead? Someone as beautiful as you can never get away from me for long.”

Out of all days he could have picked, it’s a day in December. 

Though he somewhat tried to fix his hair today since he had to buy some groceries, it was definitely not as slick as usual. Here and there curly locks were peeking out from the gel walls Apollo had tried to trap them in, trying to break free from their sticky prison. 

Apollo didn’t use make-up at all, but sometimes he wished he’d ask Trucy to help him pick something up to hide the bags under his eyes that only kept sagging further and further down the more he worked- especially during this month. 

For a good few seconds he had half a mind to slam the door into Klavier’s face (it was very tempting, honestly), but he didn’t want the prosecutor to sense anything amiss- more than he’d probably already sense.

“That sounds like a headline they put on the front page after they catch a serial killer. Are you confessing?”

What a stupid thing to say. Apollo kicked himself inwardly, but to be fair, it DID sound like that, sooooo.... 

@aurumoculi​ ☆ Sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ!

Clay woke up, and suddenly alarm bells were ringing in his head. Everything immediately felt wrong. He couldn’t place his finger on it–maybe it was the sudden weight tugging at his head, or the coldness of his hands, or the absolute absence of pain he had just a moment prior–but it unnerved him, shaking him to his core. The chill of the room brought him back just enough to focus his mind on one thing, though: Figure out where I am.

This wasn’t the space center. This wasn’t even anywhere near the space center. Looking at the walls around him, decorated in bright, swirling colors with a pleasant flower motif, he seemed to be somewhere more distinctively foreign than he was used to. Where that was, he had no fucking clue.

His hands were free, unbounded by any rope or ziptie of the sort, indicating that he likely wasn’t kidnapped. He was free to roam as he pleased.

But this was strange. He was just in GYAXA, feeling so, so tired, with an unbearable pain on his chest, but now he was healthy and sound, in a dark, cold room and the faint sound of water rushing in the far background. As whereabouts weren’t an issue likely to be solved, his mind moved to the next question: Why am I here.

Clay’s only indication to the matter was the sudden pressure against his back as he stood up, feeling as if something fanned across his spine in a swift motion. It startled a shriek out of him as he jumped forward, away from the source, and whipped his head around, the issue became known: that was his hair.

Long, light blue hair fell around his shoulders, thin and delicate. What the fuck. Clay’s hair was neither long nor such a lovely shade of lavender, so what gives? It wasn’t a wig, as evident by tugging at the base strands, and he definitely didn’t age forty years in a second, as evident by his unwrinkled –

–tan hands? When did he get so tanned? And why did they look so…dainty? The facts started clicking in one by one, raising his heartbeat, releasing adrenaline. 

He was in someone else’s body.

He groped around in the dark for some sort of clue, some sort reason as to why this was happening, what was happening, and how the fuck it could stop happening. And much to his luck, his fingers wrapped around a small piece of paper on a nearby desk. He unfolded it and read quickly:

I apologize for the confusion you undoubtedly feel. I would have organized an individual to explain to you the circumstances, but I could not find one in time. As compensation, I’ve decided to write to you personally. You, Clay Terran, are dead.

Clay’s heart (was it even his heart?) sunk like a rock in his chest, his fingers shaking now. He was… dead? Then how was he here?

I, however, am a spirit medium of sorts. I’ve channeled you into the living once more in order to see someone who misses you very dearly. I supposed you would have missed him as well. 

Fuck, that’s right. Apollo. How was Apollo doing? Was he okay? 

Below is the address of his place of work, as well as directions as how to get there. I imagine you’re distressed by your sudden likeness to a regal woman, so if you must, there are options for you to appear more… yourself, if you would like. If something happens, there is a red stone, a magatama, in a package to the left of this note. Tell Apollo to bring me back using it. He’ll understand what to do.

- Amara Sigatar Khura’in, former Queen of Khura’in.

Well, Clay supposed there was only one thing left to do. He pocketed the note and pinned his hair back, put on a coat that was strangely similar to his own, and made his way out of the room and into the light, searching for a long lost best friend.

The usually homey atmosphere of his agency only felt lonely today. 

Apollo had wished this day would never come; that he’d be first to go. Having someone dear pass away never got easier, but with this person being the one dearest to him... It was safe to say he was having some difficulties coping. Would he have been able to accept it more easily if it happened in any other way? He wasn’t sure. But what he was sure of, was that Clay Terran, the light of his life, didn’t deserve the way of death he received. 

Everything felt more dreary today. There wasn’t a ray of sunshine peeking through his curtains, even though it was close to noon. The sky was grey; upset. As if his emotions dictated the weather on this very date. 

Weary eyes glanced at the calendar on the wall. Today was the fifteenth of December, the very day his best friend lost his life one year ago. 

With a heavy sigh, Apollo managed to sit upright in his bed. Covers still huddled closely around him to protect from the icy wind leaking through the old building, he allowed his eyes to get used to the brightness. It wasn’t a very hard task though. Like he had noticed before, the sun was also taking a day off.

Messy hair spilt over his eyes, but today he lacked the strength to be vain and tame them. He’d just keep wiping them behind his ears when needed. He slid on his cosy. warm slippers to prevent his feet from turning into icicles on his way to the kitchen, though he made a short stop at the bathroom first before getting some food. 

Honestly, he wasn’t hungry at all, but he had promised his brother he’d at least try to eat something, so he simply picked up an apple from the fruit bowl. That’d have to do for now. 

         ❛ apollo- please wake up. ❜ the older man approached his younger brother with a solemn look on his face- he knew today wasn’t a good day, but he had to get his brother to wake up. ❛ please, it’s already very late. ❜ he doesn’t want to press too hard, he knows how difficult it is to get up some days, but he doesn’t want to give up just yet. ❛ for me? ❜ // @aurumoculi

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you are darkolivegreen #556B2F Your dominant hues are green and yellow. There's no doubt about the fact that you think with your head, but you don't want to be seen as boring and want people to know about your adventurous streak now and again. Your saturation level is medium - You're not the most decisive go-getter, but you can get a job done when it's required of you. You probably don't think the world can change for you and don't want to spend too much effort trying to force it. Your outlook on life is slightly darker than most people's. You try to see things for what they are and face situations honestly. You'd rather get to the point than look for what's good.

yEAH APOLLO GET SOME ANGER MANAGEMENT

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