alistaire foaxs

Having already shared his soul with a plethora of people already, the young daimyo was hardly surprised when he felt another person at the opposite side; it was a distinct tug– sometimes a sharp tug when they wandered too far. Regardless, Date was adamant on greeting this one; after all, he would very much like to know at least one of people he was bound to before they suddenly vanished again. Despite his determination, he was having issues with finding said partner; sometimes when it felt like he was getting close, their gap would only increase– this was disheartening to say in the very least.

It wasn’t until intrusive thoughts filled his head did he realize that this must be his partner; he has heard briefly of some weird tele…pany? Teleponthy? Whatever! All he knew was that it was some kind of gift this place gave to people to share with their partner; unfortunately, he hadn’t a clue on how it worked, and the influx of thoughts from the other continued to pour in. Needless to say, as he began to conjure ways to respond to the other, his thoughts were unknowingly transmitted. ❛What the hell should I say? Hey soul pal, mind shutting the fuck up?❜ Furrowing his brows, he shook his head at the notion, ❛Nah… He’ll totally hate me if I say that!❜ Exhaling a soft sigh, he took another moment before being struck with all the right words. ❛I’ve got it!!❜

Now… All that was left was to figure out how to get his thoughts… words… message across to the other; all for experimenting with the odd ability, he only mused that there was only one way to find out. After all, there was no hard in trying every method in the book; the first way that appeared in his mind could very well make him seem blatantly strange, but it mattered not. Inhaling, he collected as much air in his lungs before loudly thinking and shouting, ❝ HEY, SOUL PAL ! !  CAN YOU HEAR ME?! I’VE BEEN HEARING YOUR BULLSHIT ALL DAY ! ! NEED A HAND OR SOMETHING!? ❞

          Alright, so maybe this wasn’t his brightest idea. He had scrapes all over his hands by now, his socks were starting to tear too. Did that mean he would stop, though? Definitely not. Putting a solid hand on the tree again, he’d reach around and try to get a grip before attempting to climb. Slow progress, patience, he reminded himself. If he could just make it to the lowest branch, he’d be fine. And fuck the people staring at him, what, was there some rule against tree climbing?  

          He was so very close, so incredible close! The branch was almost in reach, he was probably a little over ten feet off the ground. The tree’s width had proven to be quite the annoyance. A triumphant smile’d make it’s way onto his face until —

                                                         — THUMP

          He's got an itch for chaos, but since when was that new. The entire place confused him, which consequently irritated him. It was sort of against his morals to start completely unnecessary trouble, so he could only wish something or, y'know, someone, would give him a reason.

          It was probably awhile ago that his thoughts started transmitting, not that he'd realize it. Little groans of annoyance, to swearing, to even blatant notes of "that's a good place to fight," or "that's a good place to hide". He probably sounded like a Grade A high school troublemaker, despite being 21 years old. He was, somewhere in the back of his mind, aware of the fact that he probably shouldn't be as obnoxiously belligerent. However, that's where it stayed, in the back of his mind.

     If he gets lost one more time, he swears, he’s gonna lose it. He’s suspicious of this place, in all honesty. What was he gonna do for supposedly all of eternity? He didn’t even know what to do for one day. Maybe check out his place but what if his so-called partner was there? Though he supposed they had to meet eventually. He should probably look where he’s going before —

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