#laesocorde

{ 👑 } A SQUELCH OF BLOOD AND VISCERA underfoot, the violence of an event from many hours ago. He was lucky to see the city in his sights return to NORMAL, but at what cost? Surely the signals would ring loudly in his ears once more Tongue slips betwixt thin lips, ARTFUL thoughts becoming him, as RARE they may be.

THERE IS NOTHING QUITE SO MADNESS inducing as a shifting city.

HE HAS BEEN HANDLING THIS REPRIEVE worse than he should. No ability willed into being to cause a restful sleep, he's wandering the streets, as he ALWAYS seems to. A grimace locking upon his sharp features, canines a snarl as he seems to put forth all of his efforts into keeping his body moving. What if I fall asleep and I open up my eyes to one of those THINGS?

DESPITE KNOWING THE HORRIFYINGLY UNIQUE PROPERTIES of the city in this situation, he swears he's hallucinating the sight before him. A lack of sleep INDEED! What garnet hues behold defy physics, a figure walking on AIR! Of course, the snow haired individual would see a city different from the one he was in, but even so, the sight was rather silly. He's seen flying and floating in the air, but not walking.

Welcome to scenic Radiale, Fenris!

You’ll be staying in CONDO 442!

You’ll be able to use Lyrium Ghost for 20 minutes a day!

You’ll be given a semi-functional wooden sword!

Enjoy your stay!

Welcome back!

You’ll be staying in TOWNHOUSE 210!

You’ll retain everything from your previous stay.

Enjoy your stay!

Dropped!

Noted!

Above the undead smell, Karma breathed in a new scent. Living, strange and familiar. Peculiar magic stone nothing of which he could define, nothing from home. He breathed in again, crushing the undead that shambled and bit at his body under a paw, hissing steam as it rolled over the injuries, clearing them away with new flesh.

A familiarity in the pubs they shared and played games he could not win at. Karma’s jaw shuddered and he moved, slapping the shambling dead out of the way with brutal strength as he continued on in his search. A head of white hair and tattoos that set his nerves on edge.

“You are... WITCH?”

Trouble with controlling volume as he tried to speak such delicate words. Like someone playing their bass too loud.

“Little ELF. LITTLE ELF.”

Karma moved forward, jaws much too close to a friend, steam hissing off his body audible and Karma sat back, stretching his jaws as wide as they’d go before snapping them shut.

In all honesty, the commander questioned as to her presence here. As the event laid in place for the third night commenced, an overwhelming sense of dread fell upon her shoulders. Tonight was meant to remember lost loved ones. Scribbling unspoken thoughts and prayers to send offshore, guided by the warm lantern’s light. 

And it sickened her. 

To clarify, Shepard found the event itself extremely thoughtful. Residents were offered an opportunity to reach out to friends and families--A rarity for the scientists to provide. However remembering her own comrades sent her stomach churning with anxiety. She immediately recalled her nightmares, the twisted dark dreams that terrorized her every night. The shadows speaking in familiar voices, reminding her of their last moments in the land of the living. Every death imprinted a memorable image in her mind as though teasing her. 

Absentmindedly following the migration, she was caught unaware of a peculiar sight. Several paces ahead sauntered a young boy, and though that in itself wasn’t too interesting, what followed next shocked her. He had abruptly halted in his tracks, his body standing unnaturally still. As though sensing her gaze, he spun in his tracks until she was able to observe his face. 

It was him. The young boy from Earth. 

Utterly baffled by his appearance, she instinctively took several steps backwards. Unfortunately she failed to notice the people behind her and clumsily stumbled into a stranger.