#kaos:capsule

     THERE’S NOT MUCH arlo loves more than art, yet there isn’t much else he’s good at than the classic irish exit— it’s not that he avoids social gatherings or would prefer to be home. no, that’s definitely not the case: arlo thrives off of being around others but at the same time, the boy marches to the beat of his own drum and it’s no surprise if he finds himself wandering other parts of the museum during a grand luncheon. he’d like to think he snuck out without anyone noticing and now, he wanders a smaller room with gorgeous greek sculptures, of men and women carved of white stone, no flaws to be seen. he turns and perks up a bit at the sight of another person across the room and he offers them a smile, then continues his leisurely stroll, weaving through the statues with his hands in his pockets.

florian walks around the wide courtyard of the museum, cigarette between his fingers as his eyes travel up and down the walls and windows of the building. the museum really is majestic, it makes florian feel surrounded by a certain kind of familiarity. a weird way to feel like home. like the awakening of something deep inside him. he’s too distracted by his thoughts that he can’t hear the steps of someone approaching ‘till it’s a tad bit late. he can’t help but jump in surprise. “sorry,” he starts, looking at the other. “is this a non-smoking area? i’ll put this out now.”

                             ✧･ﾟ 𝐊𝐀𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐐 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒:                    𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝟎𝟕: 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑 ？ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐌 found a wooden crate deep beneath the rocks of the beach. ‘what’s so special about a wooden crate ?’, you may ask, but it looks like our resident archeologist, ara korra, managed to dig up something pretty interesting. turns out the museum got their hands on a time capsule dated to the classical period and the museum is holding a luncheon to celebrate the discovery and open it in front of our little town. hope you’re all as intrigued to find out what’s inside the box...

𝐨𝐨𝐜 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭.

The second he steps inside the museum, Fabian feels out of his element. He’d come because Ara had practically made him but the more he thinks about it the more he wants to go back home. He can’t remember the last time he was in a museum and as he walks deeper into the building he remembers why. It’s because he always gets fucking lost in places like this. Still, he keeps walking, hoping to see a gathering of people or maybe even catch sight of his friend so he can tell her he showed up though he seems to have no such luck. With a sigh, he resigns himself to his fate and chooses instead to just enjoy the art as he passes by each hall. A large painting of multiple people and a huge snake catches his attention and he steps in front of it to admire the art for a minute. “This is so fucking cool,” he says as someone stops by the same painting. “How’d they draw the snake like that?”

“alright,” jules said, grabbing the bottle of liquor she’d brought with her that was full minus their two glasses, and moved away from the little counter in leo’s kitchen space, “shall we?” she’d shown up not long ago, already ready herself for the most part, suit and tie clad for the fun of it, and was going to be meeting with lorelei after this. she ditched her suit jacket now that the alcohol had warmed her up a bit in his small apartment. 

she sat and stretched back on leo’s bed as if she’d been there plenty of times before, leaning back on one elbow. she raised her other arm in the air a bit and gestured to the closet in front of her with a tip of her glass. “let’s see what you’ve got, old man,” she played, referring to his wardrobe choices. she wasn’t jabbing though, she liked that he had a style, a sense of something his own. well, for the most part -- it was why she was here, anyway.

When Fabian gets home at an ungodly hour, a cigarette perched in between his lips he finds something at the front door. He frowns down at it, kicking at the round object once but it seems strong and sturdy. It’s dark out still but he can see something shining from the middle of it. He squats down, eyeing what he now sees to be a lion engraved into it. It looks like a shield, a fucking shield, and Fabian has no idea how it got here. The old abandoned church he and Harper had turned into a livable space does not get too many visitors and he’s sure the people living in the neighborhood know not to fuck with them. He takes a drag of his cigarette before pulling it away from his lips with two fingers.

The smoke he blows out distorts the image of the shield in front of him for a second before it clear away. Still, he has no idea what to make of it but he’s not one for dwelling on things for too long. He stands, straightening out his pants and putting out his cigarette, disposing of it before he kicks the shield again. It still doesn’t move much so Fabian huffs and leans down to pick it up. It’s heavy, heavier than he expected, but nothing he can’t handle. On the other side of it are two leather straps that he supposes are used to carry the damn thing into battle. Or whatever the fuck it’s used for.

When he looks closer, he can see something red staining the edges of it dripping down to the straps and at that Fabian can’t help but smirk. Blood, he’s used to. Weird shit like a fucking shield at his front door, not so much. He enters, shield still clutched in his hand. He’s not sure if Harper will be awake but still, he calls out a greeting. “Did you leave this fucking thing outside?” He asks when he hears him answer back.