#auurem

Well.

The manor is behind him. Or at least for now, he’s heard that people get brought back to their old lives sooner or later. It seems to be a common thread in this place, come here for a while and get pulled back out. He doesn’t like the idea, but there’s still other things to consider.

Like, for example, revenge.

The thought is shaken from his head as he looks around, his eyes narrow only for a moment. He blinks, and all anger that might have been held behind those blue eyes dissipates when they land on Norton Campbell.

“Hey, hey! Norton! Over here, haha, here!”

               ❝  ... I DON’T SUPPOSE you have any food on you, by chance?  ❞ he inquired of a nearby stranger without reserve, following a long g r o a n drawling from his stomach, ❝  i am afraid i have misplaced my wallet.  ❞

And so time moved on in the most fascinating of ways. A subtle kind of calm only brought to those who had led a life consisting of the exact opposite, although his interest in this place did not subside. Zagreus’ restless nature fueled his own interest in answers, and his lack of any work of official duties had led him to the library in Cotes.

More than others, he felt relatively welcomed here. The odd creatures did not pay him much mind, and he was leafing through a book of obscure language when he looked up to see someone else in here.

“Most of the books are not in any recognizable language.”

It was back to the beach today, Hifumi had decided. 

Now that he actually had easy access to one, there was no way he wasn’t going to be hanging around here as often as he could! He could probably get some good fishing in here, too, but...well, it just wasn’t as fun without company by his side anymore! Jakurai was way too good of a fishing buddy, he had totally ruined fishing alone for him! 

But, he didn’t necessarily mind that either. 

Without fishing, he had plenty of time to just head out to the shoreline and look out over the sea, something he always liked driving out to do if he had enough time between finishing sleeping and doing his daily chores and going to work. Given both the closeness of the shore and the fact he didn’t really work anymore, he had all the time in the world to enjoy this little moment.

...or...to be a bit of a menace.

Out of the corner of his eye, he just couldn’t help but notice someone dressed way too formally for the beach. Or...could you call it formal? He just looked like he was dressed up like one of those old-timey...uh...what did they call them...prospectors? Yeah, like an old-timey prospector from those ancient black-and-white American movies he remembered his parents kept around the house when he was younger.

As always, Hifumi’s curiosity guided him, leading him to hop over to this supposed prospector fellow to strike up a conversation.

“Yoohoo!”

❝so, ya consider yourself a prospector or miner? we had fellas like YOUR TYPE runnin' round my hometown.❞ the quirk of a smile touches upon his lips. nostalgic, and painful in EQUAL measures. ❝so any luck getting any of those diamonds?❞

        if there was one thing ahsoka had learned from her world-hopping, it was that almost any civilization had one thing in common with another: a marketplace. a setting to gather and talk, to buy and sell wares and interact with other sentient beings. it was one of the first things to seek out, when arriving in a new place. it was, after all, the best place to learn about the planet you had just arrived on. and now, walking through the bustling market square, ahsoka could see that rule still held true for even a place as strange as this. she couldn’t help the smile that ghosted across her lips as she listened to the hum of chatter, of vendors calling out their sales and the sound of children laughing.

    that is, until the smallest of tugs on her montrals distracted her. ahsoka turned, looking over her shoulder, but saw nothing. and yet, again, the gentlest of yanks. she blinked once, twice, before realization set in. the delicate chain of her padawan beads was being lifted and pulled by something unseen. not the force—she would have felt that—but something else. something different.

Living in the same ward at Cotes. How nostalgic for her since her early stays in Spirale. But now she returned from an unknown entity, she barely can’t help but to explore a bit to familiarize herself again. 

Nothing wrong to say hello to anyone as her eyes looked at Norton.