#clive 01

“Holy wackamole...” words are barely fallen from lips as a hushed whisper. She’s amazed. No...Amazed just doesn’t explain the look in her eyes when she sees crumbled and forgotten buildings as far as the eyes can see. She’s never been here and it’s evident. Ismael had heard stories from the locals about this place. People had mentioned it being bad luck and suggested she stayed away. No, Ismael wasn’t going to. NOT because she was reckless, but because she told herself she’d explore every inch that Spirale allowed her to check out. If this was one of them, no matter the danger, she’d explore. Even if sometimes she got scared.

“If I was an artist, I’d pain this whole scenery.” Really, it reminds her of those apocalyptical movies. 

Carmen fancies herself as a pretty patient person, so this foul mood can’t be her fault, right? It must be everyone else who’s being irritating. Case in point, this guy at the tea shop has been standing right in front of the sugar and straws for like, 30 seconds. How long is he going to be??

Passing a glance up at him, they noticed that a monster had managed to strike his face; a thin, weeping cut dripping blood down his cheek.

"Here.."

And with a wave of their hand, small, cinnamon scented hearts came forth; wiping the wound away as if it had never been there before.

"Are you alright, Clive..? Perhaps we should take a moment to rest.."

Muffled but earnest barks ring out from a small park in the Fibonacci district, little more than a square of grass and some benches wedged between several buildings. Even to casual eyes in her weakened state, Amaterasu looks out of place here; a creature clearly not a dog- too large, too, well, wolf in features, not wearing any semblance of domesticity... 

...And, then, there’s the fact that she’s clutching a small, opened bag of birdseed in her teeth, gamboling around and scattering it everywhere to the utter delight of a bunch of small local animals. When she stills for a moment, a braver finch attempts to alight on her head to get at the source before it hits the ground. 

Oh, but someone’s sitting nearby! Maybe they’ll want to say hi to some birds, too? Tail wagging, Amaterasu trots over, and benevolently tips some birdseed into their lap.

Red leaned back on the bench, looking out over the view to the beach and setting sun. The Golden Ward surely fit its name, and was almost rich with the occasional person looking for a mercenary. Not a steady job, mind you. But it works.

It’s when she notices someone out of the corner of her eye- couldn’t be all that much older than her- that she sits a little straighter.

“Hey, Mr. Grumpy? Please don’t tell me this was a dumb idea, because I already know. You don’t have to tell me.”

It was one thing to get lost in the maze-- she’d already tried it a few times since the festival started. But this time she’d somehow managed to drag Clive with her, and now she feels like they’re more lost than ever.