#draconicfool

Eros had shown up near the end of the work day, a little before the store was supposed to close, however it was busier than usual. After greeting him, Wise had told the other to go ahead and just wait for him in his room if he wanted. No need to have him hanging around a crowded store.

It was only after Belle had said she'd close up, after the last customer was gone, that Wise finally went upstairs. He knew Eros knew where his room was, and he'd left the door open, but it was Eros's first time in there that he could remember; they usually hung out in the store's back room when they were there.

Eros was staring at the skateboard sitting off to the side.

@draconicfool - from dis

we just went over a waterfall! (She's excited about it though) - @draconicfool

First off, he hadn’t been aware that there were any actual water streams in the Moment of Blue Hour, but maybe that was just the power of memoria and the dreamscape at work. At least it was nice to finally and properly appreciate the machinations without worry about some underhanded plot of death or takeover. 

"I’m wondering if that means the lack of the infection’s power means the memoria is building off of the inhabitants. Interesting...” Welt couldn't help but note as he peered over the railing to, in fact, quite the impressive looking waterfall. Hopefully not made of SoulGlad though. Hopefully. 

"Eros, do you have a moment? There's something I would like to discuss with you." Despite his serious demeanor, Dan Heng had a nervous air about him. He had been debating with himself for a long time over the eventual conversation, but it was one he thought they ought to have. Both were powerful vidyadhara high elders, or at least, had the power of ones.

He heard the front bell chime, but didn't look up from his finishing touches. Pompey merely lifted his free hand to be seen over the side of the motorbike and called, "With you in a sec."

Just a little more... and done.

Setting the seal spray aside, he stood, shedding his work gloves as he approached. The top half of his mechanic's jumpsuit was tied around his waist by the sleeves, leaving his torso in only a dark tank. Pompey tucked the gloves into his jumpsuit's back pocket, arms crossed as he silently took the measure of this stranger.

She's busy looking for a little, rather insignificant trinket of hers. Truly, Beryl doesn't need to find it, but it's one of the few things that remain that tie her present to her past. As such, she has a bit of attachment to a certain little phone charm. Colorless irises scan the area; surely it must be in the general vicinity?

Oh! There it is. By the feet of a person she is not yet familiar with. But Beryl has never been the type to be daunted by such a minor detail, especially when it comes to getting what she wants.

"Ah, excuse me." She wastes no time in approaching the other, closing the distance silently, swiftly.

"It seems there's something of mine on the ground near you. Could I trouble you to stay put while I retrieve it?"

╰┈➤ ❝ [  ❛ glad to see you haven’t become food for the vultures. ❜ [he might be here to bully hunter] ]  ❞

hunter was just about to step into the shower, shirt thrown to the ground when he suddenly spotted the doctor. their rooms were not far from each other, actually just two doors apart but the man very very rarely left his own 4 walls. hunter had thus not expected him at all. they hadn't seen each other in probably a week but hunter was pulled off supplying the dragon with corpses. he thought it was slightly regrettable, but nothing here was his decision, he merely played his part in the grand scheme that was elio's script.