Awkward Soul

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                   S e m i - P r i v a t e Independant AU roleplay blog

[ That's probably what I'll end up doing, to be quite honest. I already have the new email address (was thinking of just replacing this one's to make it easier to remember) though I'm still hesitating on the new blog ... hnm ...

[ I'm gonna look into it, give it a sleep before making anything. Maybe tomorrow (er--today pffft) will shed some new light on the situation. Though yes ... 

[ Tumblr is an idiot for it's blasted tags and saving them ALL 

[ Remaking it would take a bit, and yes that means you’re going to have to go through the tags, see what you want to keep and what you want to throw away. Pick the tags that are important and how you want to deal with them. Go on and see which is important, and what type of threads you want to continue on. It’s alot to go through and yes it will take a while. I understand that and know how frustrating it is but it’s so worth it sweetie.

It’s so much better knowing where stuff is, how you want it than sitting there upset with what you have. That’s why this got so many face lifts and so much stuff done because I hated it. I hated the clutter, the disorganization that I had. That feel of unwantedness because things weren’t clear and people didn’t care for such a thing.

[ I think what really makes me stop from doing that is the fact that there's so much. I already cleared out my following list (oh gosh-- that took over an hour there. 550-something following and only 300 followers aaah) Not to mention whenever you have the choice of 'tags' whenever you post mine get saved for some reason and won't be forgotten unless I'm on mobile which then get's remembered on my computer somehow? It aksdjfksdfj nnnngh--

It was a first for him as well, really. Never had he met a being that was able to close off a portal that he made with the specific intent to get somewhere, usually having it so that regular people couldn’t even detect it. Truly fascinating, that he was able to zipper it away. For that was all he had done, really. His way home wasn’t ‘gone’, per-say, it was simply locked down for the time being.

The smile only widened as the other made an effort to not look him in his singular gaze, the effort easy to see and intriguing to watch. “It is~ And you know it to be true, even if you are trying to hide that away~” Ignorance could only get you so far, and trying to push away the truth usually never worked.

As his conversationalist’s digits fidgeted incessantly, his own came to cross over his chest in a certain posture that was reminiscent of someone waiting for a new thing to happen. And, in a way, he was. The boy before him obviously was consulting with something in that mind of his, such a fact was easy enough to discern from his eyes. They weren’t focused on him, they were focused on an unseen voice.

There was a point to be taken by words spoken in knowledge and in gest. Something that could be heard by the tone and yet Emil never did very well with 'teasing' people. No, in fact he was horrible with them. He wished he could say otherwise, but it was true. The fact being that, with Ratatosk in his mind, he could never fully feel 'at ease' with such a thing. Even as he got used to it from certain people (Tenebrae being one,) anyone else seemed to make him just feel out of place.

Though he was strong. Stronger than most to the seen eye. Closing rifts was not the only thing that touched this boy's finger-tips but the life-blood of the world, this planet alone. Mana conservation, shifting it easily with the creation of life itself but hidden to those without the knowledge to pluck it from his lips.

Green hues drifted away, still far away from the other's, attempting to keep quiet as he chewed upon the inside of his cheek still. Still in his attempts to try and be 'ignorant' though he truly was not. He could never be with the voice that's tone was strong and harsh. The one who's powers he'd been helped and created by so many times in his journey.

The other's showing of knowledge it had been Emil made the boy's head dip low. The cowlick which rested atop blonde strands seeming to wilt with the motion as well. "I'm sorry..." He mumbled, once again. This one was for lying to the elder, even if he secreted away a being of equal age to the person in question behind a barred mind.

   Tch, you sound like a broken record- could ya just stop? 

Emil didn't react, instead just letting the insult pass over him like water as he shifted on his feet. "Th-this ... uhm, I'm n-not used to this sort of thing." People knowing, realizing, understanding what was happening and then just giving playful quips towards the person they knew was responsible. "I'm Emil... Emil Castignier..." But not really.

The child who bore this name was most likely dead. Gone for two years since the purge at Palmacosta. No, the one who wore this face was truly merely a summon spirit who'd taken the name Emil. He'd not even taken the guise of the boy, instead he wore the face of one Aster Laker. A person who'd also passed away those two years ago, but for a much different reason. And that reason--

   You gonna sit there and think all day or talk? This dude's dangerous ya'know! He's ... weird. I don't think he belongs anywhere. Not really. Don't feel like it.

And it was times like this that he questioned whether or not the boy had taken those words to heart. After all, he was supposed to be …

The boy flinched awkwardly, but he didn't step away, nor did he act upset in any way or fashion. No, instead his shoulders slowly untensed, relaxed and his body moved towards Richter, an smile, ill-placed but still there upon lips.

Green hues drifted about the other's frame. Checking basics. Even if they 'weren't friends' as Richter never seemed to forget it, there was always a part between the two that seemed to understand that they still treated each-other with at least a fair amount of understanding.

But to be reminded. Pushed in the know with the question of returning. Well, the boy had to bite at his lip to make sure he didn't sound awful or trigger Richter into acting prematurely. The half-elf always seemed to do that sort of thing ... "W-well ... I mean, y-you know ... uh..." It was difficult to explain.

   "He uhm ... let me out?" Was that a good way to say it. A soft grumble in the back of his mind told him no, but he was far from listening to the tree spirit at that moment. "I promise the gate's still closed!" He quickly added on, lifting his hands up defensively, "The gate's still closed and everything's alright, I p-promise. I was just ... let go." With Ratatosk to close the rifts that seemed to be popping up everywhere.