#achilleian

Achilliean/Diamoric/Sapphic

Genderqueer/Nonbinary/Transgender

Lesbian/Gay/Enbian

It felt almost.. selfish, or wrong, to find enjoyment in what he was doing-- the reprieve this place gave him was welcome, but he and the others had left so much behind back on their world. People who needed them. Enemies who needed to be stopped, before they hurt anyone else.. but despite that, the Huntsman found himself drawn to a particular area as he wandered further; a path of bright red flowers catching his eye and beckoning him forward.

He walked down the path they led him through, stopping every so often to kneel down on the ground to look at them better. A gentle hand caressed their petals, dancing against his palms by the pull of a quiet breeze as a fond smile eventually found its way to Jaune's features; having to force himself back to his feet to make sure he carried on. If not, he felt like he could have gotten lost in their sights forever; the colours reminding him of someone important, that he still longed to see, despite how much time had gone by since he'd lost her.

He'd never been here before, but for some reason, it felt right for him to be. Like it was.. his destiny, or something. And as he made his way to the end of the path, his eyes lifting just in time to realize he wasn't alone here.. Jaune immediately realized why.

.. but, it.. couldn't be. Of course, he was.. thinking of her, from the moment those flowers pulled him in. His hand was resting at his hip as he walked, pressing against her sash-- the one piece of her that hadn't been taken away from him yet. Was missing her again, just.. getting to him? Was that why he was seeing her now? Her back, facing him; as her eyes trained to something over the cliff, not yet even realizing he was there, too.

.. or was she.. could she really be..--

".. Pyrrha..?"

@achilleian

The familiarity of the Hive should have brought her comfort. The cityscape, the abundance of citizens that surrounded her, all reminded her of what her own home used to be. When she closed her eyes, Red could still see the buildings she once knew so well; faces who came to greet her after shows. A hand that always held onto hers so tightly. The sky that could change colour with just a touch of a button. But.. all of it was painful. No matter how many happy memories her surroundings seemed to bring for her, Red knew that she could never have them again. Or at least, even if she could, they would never be the same-- so why was it that she had to be forced here, to remind her of that every day?

For now, she knew that escape was not possible. Returning to Cloudbank wouldn’t be as simple as fleeing through a back door; but for now, maybe.. she could hide from that which was overwhelming her.

[ Doesn’t look like anyone’s been here for a while. ] At the voice of her companion, Red’s tense fingers softened their grip around the hilt of her wooden blade. She had let herself wander for quite some time; not knowing where she was going, but.. just wishing for a quiet place where she could collect her thoughts. For now, perhaps, this could be what she longed for.

With a loud creak, the woman stepped in through the doors; taking in the sights of the seemingly abandoned building. It certainly did not look old, though, she must have been the first one to be here in a while. 

[ .. a dojo? Huh. Kind of looks like one. Think the owner is around? ]

She'll be dropped for you!

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Pyrrha!

You will be housed in YOUR PERSONAL HOUSING.

You'll retain everything you were given previously.

REMINDER: Because you were removed in an activity check, you have one week to make two eligible in-character posts or your character will be considered inactive once more.

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Pyrrha!

You will be housed in HOUSE 101.

You'll be returned everything you were given during your previous stay.

       even overly energetic tiny people require a little peace and quiet every now and then. and honestly? considering the adventure nora had been ( supposedly ) unwillingly whisked away from, perhaps it was for the best. indulging in anything deemed normal felt like an opportunity from ages past, but she had to admit.

    it did give her time to think about the unwanted. 

    and perhaps that was why she had immediately jumped at lighting some lanterns. she had to focus on not burning herself and making sure she didn’t miss any! very thought consuming things, mind you. plus, the sound of snow crunching under her boots? absolutely satisfying. yet, as she nears a line of dimming lanterns, she sees a figure so lovingly ( and painfully ) engraved in her memory. no matter how much time has passed, she’d never mistake this girl for any other.

    they were family, after all, but nora can’t stop the way her brows furrow in slight heartache. she’s heard spirits and lanterns have an odd connection before... or maybe her heart’s just not as calm as she wanted to believe it was.

Welcome to Eidolon, traveler. Wishes have brought you far, and we know they will only bring you further.

You will find your residence in Bunkhouse 8. Akouo sits upon your mattress...

Search, seek, persist. Take heart in your heart.