#anomalious

this hurt me on a spiritual level

“What did the man say when he broke his clock?”

That same hearty laugh bounced off the walls of the streets playfully as the king walked in stride with the old man, large shadow moving under the red lanterns that peppered Rasen’s Red Light district.

“I was hoping you’d come with me, you know, and you didn’t disappoint! I invited El Melloi II too, but the man was too chicken to follow. I should’ve used the video recorder on my phone--it was a priceless face.”

The wafting scents of food stalls and booze already lingered on the streets.

                 A visitor approaches, yet no one was allowed entrance to this stagnant sanctuary without her consent. From the moment he wandered through the lighthouse door she knew it to be her fellow TRAVELER.  A dimensional migrant, reality crossing vagabond. A kindred spirit who perhaps shared her tragedies but knew not the true price of omniscience.  

          ❛ Won’t you sit for a moment ? I don’t often get company, especially here of all places . ❜  Gaze remains outward, trained to the fringes of this limbo of her own creation. Distracted she seems but her eyes drift away from the edges of what was to the face of a man she had grown to ADMIRE. ❛ Also, it gives me time to explain.  I’m sure you have many questions, Ford. I’d be surprised if you didn’t. ❜

“If it isn’t the infamous Ford Pines- it’s been a while so how about you and I catch up with drinks?”

The king’s brows rose in recognition as the man approached, and a friendly (if loud) “Hey!” bounded in his direction. One hand beckoned him to the bar, and the other ordered him a drink.

“Wonderous, isn’t it? I can’t say I’ve seen oasis like this in my lifetime! Look at all these people out here, living, enjoying what summer has to offer~”

A tall glass filled with a refreshing, slightly buzzed scarlet beverage was placed on the counter, to which Iskandar nodded for the author to take.

A stool was pulled out for the other at the bar, with Rider ordering and paying for the first round. Not a victory in a traditional sense, perhaps, but the new avenue of conversation was worth the loss of the game.

@anomalious

Time stops for no one. It’s a fact that perhaps Ozpin can claim to understand more deeply than most. It ticks ever on, regardless of all the chaos the city causes itself either from its residents or its keepers. Days pass, as do weeks, months, seasons, years, and so on and so forth. Oz wonders momentarily how this stream of time relates with so many others, including remnant’s but he gently pushes it aside. What matters is taking it all day by day- and this day just so happens to be one regularly celebrated.

He’s a bit hesitant, picking up the small box. Honestly, he doesn’t remember the last time he ever really participated in this particular type of holiday or festivity. It’s been one he’s overlooked in lieu of other pressing matters or otherwise silently observed alone while hoping others find special company. But this time he isn’t alone and that fact by itself makes him reluctant to just let it pass unnoticed or forgotten. 

For that reason he’s prepared a small present; now it’s just the giving part and his inexperience in it all is admittedly making him more hesitant than he should be. 

It’s fine, he tells himself, he’ll enjoy the gift. That’s what matters.

Having grounded himself, Oz finds the recipient easily.

“Ford, Do you have a moment?” He asks, making sure the author wasn’t too absorbed in his work or a book. The study’s seen a lot more use recently, ever since the other returned. Seeing him there makes him smile on reflex.