#deathtohextech

Meeting Wolfwood was.... A shock, striking his heart in a way that wounded him. It could have gone worse, truly, it could have. After all he'd done he's not surprised the man panicked and all but killed him yet ran for his life.

It was then he realized, despite his care and love for those around him, he hadn't really branched out. He'd isolated, retreated from the masses. Even during the moss, he hid rather than helped. During the Sonare he just anxiously stayed home and protected Legato whilst panicking about Badou. He doesn't talk about how he didn't act panicked about the man but fussed over his poor eating when he'd gotten home.

So it's here, walking the streets like a ghost that he all but rams head first into a new chance. Granted, they were quite a distance, but eyes watched the figure. A new Echo without a doubt, one leg looking framed, braced almost? Injured, old by the sight of it.

Then there's the energy.

It's potent in the way one becomes pungent when they bathe in perfume or swaddle themselves in layers upon layers of floral notes. It permeates his senses, but he can tell it's simply a lingering note rather than possession. Once gifted great power, or perhaps a twisted curse, he couldn't say. All he knew was it held a tang not unlike Plants, yet entirely different. Dimensional benders, quantum entanglements, magical in nature, but he had little to no idea beyond this.

Interesting indeed.

Even without recent events, his heart ached for the figure. Hair disheveled and hardly washed, a mop of unkempt as his body clearly went on without his mind entirely present. It reminded him of Eriks.

I couldn't be there for you, brother, but perhaps I can be there for a human. A change you'd be proud of me for doing, no? Perhaps even Wolfwood would approve.

The closer he gets, trotting over the street he inspects closer now. The man is swaying, squinting at the menu, at the bag of keys, looking wasted, but a quick scent of the air and there's no alcohol. Fresh from arrival it seems.

"Do you have any allergies?" He neared, Gato sniffing towards the man before looking to her handler, focused on his state of being as he smiled to the new figure. "I take it you too arrived in this world. Recently, if the confusion is anything to go by. If you like, I could help you, answer some questions. Once you're fed, of course." He opens the door.

It wasn't often he got take out, Legato always made divine food, but the scent of the Chinese shop made even his own stomach rumble.

Unprompted Ask \ / @deathtohextech \ / Always Accepting

A thick parchment letter is delicately taped to the bedroom door of his, eye level as to not be missed. The edges are touched with foiled gold, speaking of at least an attempt to create a good first impression.

To my new roommate, I apologise for appearing in the home so swiftly without prior warning, but I've been told that his is normal for most if not all Echo's. My understanding of this place is still crude at best and still trying to make sense of it. Still, I understand how jarring it can be with a sudden new presence you don't know in the hope with you when you've lived alone for some time. My name is Jayce Talis of House Talis, from Piltover. Inventor and ex-blacksmith. I don't imagine this is the same planet I once resided on, but I look forwards to making your acquaintance and hopefully friendship. I typically don't tend to spend much time at home, but should anything at all I do offend or annoy you, please let me know. The last thing I wish to do is to disturb the balance of the home that was originally yours. For now I've taken up a single cupboard with ingredients, and you'll find fresh baked brownies in the kitchen you're welcome to steal. Consider it a playful way to begin home negotiations for room on the bookshelves? Until I see you in person, Jayce Talis.

Loki read the piece of parchment in silence. Only recently had he realized that it had been weeks since he had last slept in this abode. Under his clothes, portions of his body were still just beginning to heal from the wounds inflicted upon him by his captor.

Only to discover he had acquired a new house dweller. The third one now.

It was certainly different from the other ways he had discovered a new resident. However, the second time food had been offered as a form of peace. Or rather, that was what he assumed these "brownies" were. ( An investigation revealed a rather overly sweet and dense chocolate cake. )

Jayce of House Talis. At a glance, this Jayce seemed to be of some form of nobility given the quality of penmanship and choice in language. Beyond that, Loki had gleaned little of what this person was like.

Offering peace from the start. Taking responsibility for actions that had not even occurred yet. Seemingly a jest but from a source of goodwill... friendship. Loki was not one to trust such things.

The parchment was folded then and carried into his room to join a pile of parchments that resided at his own desk. Everything was stale with dust and decay after such a long absence. The window was promptly opened to allow the cold breeze as Loki quietly tidied up the space.

This was his second winter here, and Legato was sure he'd never truly get used to it.

That was alright, though; he didn't really want to get used to it, for the season to lose the magical quality it possessed.

Snow blanketed the fields and dulled sound, reduced his footsteps to a soft crunching noise as he walked with the herd of lovely little antlered creatures. The glittering frost on their bodies tinkled softly as they walked, creating a soft melody as they guided him through the mildly treacherous footing.

And they were guiding him, with a nudge here and there, turning back to make sure he was still in their midst, a tug on the strings he'd woven gently to connect them all. Apparently, there was somewhere they wanted him to go, someone they wanted him to meet. That was alright; creatures rarely steered him wrong after all, especially the magical ones here. Whatever they wanted to show him was surely worth it.

Ah, a someone, apparently. There was a man seated under a tree, surrounded by several more of the gentle creatures. Legato huffed a little as he was lightly butted to walk up to the somewhat scruffy looking human.

"Apparently, we are to meet," he says, voice only pitched loudly enough to carry. He's not wearing his usual coat, not out here in the snow. Instead, he has something similar but markedly better insulated against snow and water, lined with soft fur at the sleeves and around the hood and collar. With Astarion to make him clothes now, surely even Elendira would approve of his fashion.

"I have been advised that it is unwise to ignore the advice of the cerdae when they give it." One of the males tossed his impressive head and snorted, prompting Legato to hum and nod. "I did follow you, though I do not see why you decided we needed to encounter each other." The creature huffed again and checked Legato with its shoulder, causing him to stumble several steps forward.

"Yes, alright, I am going, thank you. Demanding."

Figures move within the temple of the divine. It was a simple place, one of healing and hope, lost in the wonders of the fringes just beyond the 'feral colony' Arza. The grand tree born from the final resting place of the last Dryad.

A final gift to the people of Drasicara.

It is beyond the tree, hollow by creation filled with homes and the thriving mtropolis, south to the coast, that the temple rests. On the shore with a connecting pool to the ocean, it was a welcoming place that thrived on healing, both physical and mental.

High cielings arch up into the sky, a few small semi-floors above adorned with bookshelves and sprayed with a dazzling display of coloured light from handmade stained glass panels. Blues, purples and golds adorn the walls and furnishings, deep woods and soft grey stone forging the frame and hearth of the space.

To the northerg wing, there was the cleansing room, the one used for more primal dealings. In the heart of the building was the main altar used by the divine and his most trusted. Dressed up in pillows and padding for much of it, it was a place where many could settle, a place of worship, with candles lit around the space, a hot springs not far off, it was a place of pure indulgence.

To the left of the room, across from the door to the Primal Cleansing room, was a decadent, divine kitchen, filled with magic infused tools, each with an ease of use unlike most machines to the new. Many cupboards and chill boxes are filled near to the brim with food and ingredients, even a small hatch to a wine cellar sat at the back of the space.

It is here in this place that the figures finally set the last few things around. One moved in soft whites and blues, the soft poet shirt settled over his form as he organized a few more flowers. Blue whisped around from his waist like phantom folds of silk, multitoned indigo hair flowed as he turned to accept the next items from the other.

"I told you to rest, Viktor. Today is your cleansing of peace, a day to relax and heal, not push yourself before we even begin." The male spoke softly, pink glowing fingertips gently touching the shoulder of the other.

The human was tall, but frail, with a leg unable to take weight, his leg braced best as they could do for the time being. He leaned heavily on his cane, smiling reluctantly as he finally settled, limping to the altar to find his resting place.

"Yes, yes I know, Amara." His form was covered in a white robe, blue waves lapping at the edges, sweeping up along his back. He looked thin, frail by his body's own struggles. "It's just-"

Whatever he'd been about to say, turning to the godly being at the base of the three small steps, the world sparked with energy.

Shimmering light bounced off the stained glass, charged light sparking as something seemed to tear open the air above their heads. Hands snatch the frail figure from the top of the altar, tugging him against the divine's body as pink lights blook in swirling filigre over his frame. That strange lighting arced towards them, but pink lashed out to strike back, fending it off until the chaos seems to burst at last, culmunating in a rush of warmed energy-

And a body falling from the next floor up right onto the part of the altar that had yet to be padded with a dull, thick thud. Two pairs of eyes are left just staring, the god summoning the cane to his hand, pressing it into his Acolyte's hand and stepping before him to challenge the newcomer.

"Who are you." Whisps of energy flicker on the edges of the being, hair seemingly raising from unseen touches, earning a ghostly edge to them.

╰┈➤ UNPROMPTED / @deathtohextech / ALWAYS ACCEPTING ! A thick parchment letter arrives though the mail, edges lined with foiled gold and a distinctly art deco style, a maroon wax seal in the shape of a hammer. It's clear the letter in question came from some sort of craftsman, hoping to make a good first impression.

To the residents of 205 Seaside Province, I hope this letter finds you in good health. My name is Jayce Talis of House Talis from Piltover- from what I understand, I am a new 'Echo' in these lands, and your current newest neighbour from 204. I thought it would be a good idea to introduce myself and offer the extension of baked goods as a show of friendship. The idea of being ripped from our homelands seems distressing, knowing yet there isn't a way to return home. So, I though the gesture of my family's secret recipe brownies might offer comfort should you find yourself in the same confusion I currently have. I bake them often, so there is always a fresh batch ready to be claimed. Regardless of the situation, you can rest assured I'd be happy to help should anything come up or need to be discussed. I'm told this is a 'phone number' and others can contact me through it, so here. XXX-XXX-XXXX With sincerity, Jayce Talis.

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 thumb over the cracked seal , and mulled over the contents of the letter . brow twitched upright , and the corners of his lips curled in a wane smirk as he let out an airless chuckle .

it seemed that his brother BURNED THROUGH HIS HOUSEMATES faster than ratatoskr could climb the world's tree .

( THOR DID NOT FIND THAT ESPECIALLY SURPRISING . )

NAY — what struck thor plain was this man's evident hospitality . ( indeed ! what welcome surprise to be greeted by ink and paper . thor could FORGIVE this son of talis the lack of simply sending by raven . )

and so , the thought crossed him that it may very well be wise to constitute himself as the inevitable DAMAGE CONTROL for his brother's more . . . boorish antics . thus , with a fine liquor in hand , thor made his way to his brother's abode .

You feel stillness and motion pressing upon you from all sides. From this, you are stirred, and spurred by your awakening, you step from the long quiet.

You, JAYCE TALIS, find yourself standing before the Temporal Tower, in a garden seemingly tucked away from the seasons of time. Still, people flock here beneath the borealis that lights the sky above, here to greet you. A Guardian approaches.

Hello…. Echo. Well don’t look so confused, everything is exactly as it was made to be in preparation for your arrival. I would know. Yada yada yada, we hope you enjoy your stay… don’t break anything.

You receive the following:

A House Key. Emblazoned upon it is: 204, Seaside Province

A Standard Issue Phone. It lights up when it manifests in your hand.

A Hammer with Screwdrivers inside. It's a multipurpose tool for on-the-go tinkering and repairs. The guardian gives it to you noting that it's nice to see a fellow craftsman. But evidently, you have played with things you shouldn't have.

Welcome to the Aevum Isles.

Jayce will be reserved for you! (I almost spelled it jacey)