#grayvekeep

An evening coffee later, and he was wandering around the house, wondering what, exactly, to do now. Too late to start much of anything or bother anyone, he sighed, stretching and cracking his back.

|| We do often enter quiet periods-||

Zhuge Liang was cut off, and he sensed the same thing - there was a presence in the house that was neither theirs nor Anda's. Setting the coffee down, he snorted. "I'm a bit too tired for this. Maybe I should cut and run?"

|| Please. You would never abandon the undertaker. ||

"True."

Manifesting his fan, he crept through the house. A light was on under...Gray's room. While there was entirely the possibility it was Gray, she had been gone for over a year now.

"Who the hell's in there?! I said nobody can go into Gray's room except-"

The gust of wind that announced his presence opened the door.

"Gray!?"

“Hey, you’re awake!”

It’s too early for this, kids.

“C’mon c’mon Gray and I have something to show you.”

“Do you have any idea what you are going to make?”

Reines had wasted no time in dragging Gray out to the museum attractions. She had been without her friend for so long that an easy and relaxing day out sounded ideal. There were teas and movies waiting for them back home, they had just spent a good long while exploring the museum and making sweets to go along side their tea, and they had just been on their way to the giftshop when they had passed by Build a Buddy.

Welcome back to lovely Isola Radiale, Gray!

You'll be put back in Lord El Melloi’s misfit house!

You will retain everything you were given in your previous stay.

Enjoy your stay!

Yuan doesn’t like to admit it, but he can’t drive.

He can’t be blamed for it, given Aselia’s differing technology, but he really should have learned by now. Rider has agreed to teach him, though he’s not confident enough in his skills to drive anywhere on his own without endangering innocents.

So he has to fly to the pit, pushing the limits of his strength to get there in time. The little bag of fudge pieces he carries is another concerning factor -- what if it melts before he gets there?

Thankfully, he spots her not far from the pit. Was she going to walk home, or did she have another destination in mind? He lands several feet away after calling out to get her attention, shaking his wind-blown hair out of his eyes and rubbing the soreness in his shoulders as his wings dissipate. It’s always a pain pushing his powers like that...

“Welcome back. I brought you some...”

Ah, it’s partially melted. He sighs.

Starter for @grayvekeep

Gray petals so faded they were almost white, like clouds bearing the promise of rain... a scent like perfume so sweet and floral, violet and lively welling up from such a ghostlike flower, hinting at something sorrowful, something he felt himself, buried deep within beyond the gray petals, the hood, the hair—

Svin was so caught up in his thoughts and Gray’s sent that he walked into a sliding glass door. Thud. “ACK!” He rubbed his face and shamefully slide the door open to a modest backyard, scowling. Hadn’t he had enough incidents with the Professor’s house already?

“G-Gray!” Svin approached her and loitered a couple yards away, face turning pink at how he’d already ruined himself practically in front of her. She was sitting  on the steps leading up to the patio of the small house, and to Svin she was always a vision. He opened his mouth, trying to find some way to channel the protectiveness inside of him into something intelligible despite having just almost fallen over his own feet, and what came out was. “H- hi! Um.”

He rubbed the back of his neck and waved. “You...” look nice today, “live here? Yeah?”

Yeah.

Idiot.

      to what ways were there to learn of a cities history? one might take a class on       its history or refer to historians and their textbooks. but what was one to do when       such history was shrouded in mystery? when the only real history to find was       hat of different worlds and undeciphered scripts? he held no belief that such a task       could be completed with only himself, much would he rather that be the case. he       would need to find assistance were he to have any hope of progress.

                                    to learn the true history of a city                                one must simply look to its underbelly

       lord el melloi was a name all too familiar to him, having participated in the very        war the lord lost his life in, but the successor to the name was unknown to him.        if it were true such a name was in this city then perhaps he may be able to learn        more than he hoped, though he would have to find the place first. a light bow as        he addresses the hooded other, hopeful that they might be able to point him in        the right direction.

Losing her staff was admittedly not one of Rider’s proudest moments. In her defense, it wasn’t as if she had just left it on the roof of a car or something. One of the many automata she had been in a fierce fight against had somehow managed to knock it out of her grip. Still embarrassing, yes, but decidedly less so. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t more than made up for it with bare knuckle retaliation, fists more than enough to deal with the enemies at hand.

Now it was just time to hunt down her weapon in the carnage. But with Tarasque nearby (and happily chomping down on the remains of her foes), her attempts at mana channeling found themselves constantly diverting towards the dragon and not the missing staff. Heavens, she was happy nobody else was here to see this absolute mess she had made of things.

Or... not. Rider heard a distorted laugh ring out from nearby, and she quickly straightened up.