#eiden 01

Jack waves a hand dismissively. "Nah. I just realized I probably bought more than I can eat before it goes bad."

It had been a long day of getting nothing useful done, and the android found itself out wandering again, sick of being cooped up in his house. Since when did he tire of the indoors so quickly? At least this quarter of the main city was more to his tastes, with the steampunk feel to everything.

Boredom had him meandering through back alleys, almost looking for trouble - what could lurk in these dark, hidden spaces? If nothing else, at least it was some solitude. Not many others seemed to trek through here, and it had to wonder what it was driving everyone else off, if there was something important he didn't know. Well! No sense in complaining about getting some personal space.

Or, personal space, past tense; hiding amidst several run down buildings, he'd come upon a park wrapped up in wrought iron fences, full to bursting with people. His display switches to a deep grimace, and he considers turning back the way he came, before something catches his eye-

There's someone on a bench, sketching what appears to be... an overly ornate snake? ...Chinese Dragon? He can make out only a small part of it, and the fact that the artist seems to be partially hiding it only intrigues him more. What could this secret art be? Burying the urge to flee the crowded scene, he comes closer to peer over this stranger's shoulder, and-

"Oh."

Yeah that's not a snake or a dragon.

Amidst the raging snowball fight that was unfolding before him, Lloyd noticed a familiar face in the crowd in need, and acted without so much as a second thought. Grabbing the plastic sled he’d been using as a shield, the brunette slid across the slippery surface; blocking the onslaught of snowballs from absolutely pummelling Eiden. When they died down for just a brief moment, he turned to the other; offering him a hand off the ground.

“You alright, Eiden? I figured you’d be good at this sort of-- whoa!” and there went another snowball, flying right over Lloyd’s head. “C’mon, I made a fort over there we can hide behind! Let’s run!”

Eiden had been rather persistent on going, even though Jill had said she was more than capable of going alone. Perhaps it was because he didn’t want to feel useless amidst all the chaos – That was something she could relate to, unfortunately. She eventually got him to agree that he could go as long as he listened to her very carefully and followed her instructions if they were to run into any latchers.

“When we get there, I’ll stand guard while you find the supplies. Do you already know the way?”

Unfortunately, skating is not as easy as it seems. When she moves one foot forward, she immediately feels that she is going to lose what little control she has. The guard rails would be more helpful, she defeatedly decides. Up until this moment, she had thought that she'd pick up on it rather quickly.

A sigh escapes from her, and she finally looks up -- Just in time to see that she is headed right for someone, albeit at slower speed than others around them. Her eyes widen in surprise and she tries to change course, which only results in her losing balance, arms windmilling in an attempt to not fall.

Something is very wrong. He thought he was feeling weak after fighting the dragon, but this is even worse. Not to mention he has no idea where he even is, or where his fortress is. The only clue he has is the Eliacube held in his hands, pulsating weakly as if all the enerrgy he's been feeding it for centuries is gone. He holds the cube tighter, panic rising as he barely feels any resistance from the thing, until it responds to him in a quiet voice.

Calm down, Noximillien. The power you gathered is still there, but it is being... obstructed somehow.

The cube's aura is weak as well but the words it sends to him, however quiet, are soothing as always. Right, now is not time to panic. He just needs some answers. And while he is not as strong as usual, he is still not powerless.

In a flash of blue light, the man teleports next to a random stranger and grabs him by the shoulder. Another flash and both of them are back to the edge of the hole. Well, Nox is, the other guy is actually dangling over the hole, held up by his arm.

It's a good thing Donnie almost always has his phone in hand cause otherwise he might have missed it when this guy trips on the sidewalk and spills his coffee and pastries everywhere in a glorious foamy and flaky mess. He didn't miss it though. He has it right here, in crisp 4K quality.

“.. this is an ancient language from my home world. Whilst studying the texts of the fae, I thought I would compare mine with theirs in an attempt to understand it better-- however, they are vastly different from one another, and it seems my efforts have been wasted. Everything written here is by my own hand-- I highly doubt you’ll find anything on the shelves resembling it.” 

Pointedly, Richter chose not to turn his head to the stranger now sitting incredibly close to his side, in fear that he might lose his temper at their sudden close proximity. The question in itself, as well as his curiosity in ancient Elven seemed relatively innocent-- however..

“I would not have minded answering your questions when you first arrived at the library, you realize. Staring at me from the other end of the table for the last ten minutes was a waste of your time.”