#nomithered 01

The view was breath taking.

The flowers, the kind that grow and cling into rock faces and cracks in nature line the path way. It was easy to over look such an old and shady path during any other season. Winter meant dormancy for many living things. Where sleep and death were just about the same thing.

The colors dulled, sun bleached through the clouds, yet the flowers' bloom glowed under hazy moon light. Illuminating.

Lelouch sat on the edge of the precipice of Savior's Respite. The chasm below was as deep as it was wide, or so it felt. The rest of the spiraling wards could be seen like lighthouses dotting the black foggy shores. Sparkling on the very edges of his vision as he used the soft light of the flora to read the book in his lap.

It was quiet.

It was until he heard the shuffling of steps on hard and snowy stone.

There was a chill in the air with freshly falling snow, yet it was a gentle enough pace to be admired rather than to seek shelter from. He was on the move once more, exploring this new world he was plopped into and perhaps uncover what exactly happened once his body had completely burned away to ash. There would be quite a few hours before the sun began to rise, but it was still well past midnight from what he could tell. A pity, but maybe once night drew near again he could make more substantial progress.

However, as he turned to retreat, he spotted a figure not too far away. Another human? Quite the large one at that.

They could be of use for information until the demon decided their role was fulfilled, surely.

Well, he definitely didn't feel as powerful as he had before he arrived here. There is no insistent tug of cursed energy on his soul, no hands folded around the source of his self, and therefore - he had to find out what had been taken from him.

The man he's been trailing for a while is large in the shoulders, shrugged deep into a leather coat that kept the light autumn rain off his shoulders, and Mahito can't help the little smile that crosses his face. Oh, the chaos to be wrought - if this works.

If is a big word there. His fingertips twitch as he creeps closer, a sense of excitement coiled in his empty chest. Close enough to touch. . .

And -- nothing. There's not an ounce of energy to be pulled from the other man or to direct into him. Mahito's Transfiguration was useless.

The fall of fresh snow slowly gathered along that path as his shoes crunched lightly against concrete below, Inumaki had spent most of his morning making food prep for his roommate and decided to get outside a little to explore the Golden Ward.

What had really caught his eye was the mention of a park called the Netwalk, most notable for the dogs that roamed it.

That was when he heard a light fuss, and a much taller figure trying to get a hold of one of the aforementioned canines. The little one seem rather excited, so much that it was falling into full body wiggles.

He was wandering around Archimedes again, getting a bit more of acquainted considering he would be calling this place his home. While the introduction was rocky, he had met a few familiar faces along the way that eased his mind. He would have plenty of others to lean upon should he encounter someone who could be considered a danger.

Distracted by the marble architecture, he managed to brush shoulders with someone much broader than him, side stepping slightly before bowing his head in apology.

Okkotsu has made it his goal to explore each ward to learn the ins and outs of this new place - part of it is to report back on things he's found to both Inumaki and Sensei, especially since Gojo had told him that Now that you're here, I can go back to avoiding people! in an almost joking tone.

(He'll have to check in on him at some point.)

The Archimedes Ward was a beautiful place, reminding him of places he'd seen in the travel magazines that lined the convenience store shelves closest to where the school was. He had always dreamed, idly, of seeing those far off shores without the weight of responsibility on his back.

He's been drawn down the Star Trail by the tantalizing smell of curry, spiced and savory and strong enough to drag his attention firmly away from the temples he'd been intending on visiting.

It also distracts him enough that he walks directly into the back of an absolute wall of a man.

"You should....be careful."

His palm glows a faint reddish-orange light as he waves it over the gash in David's brow. It was a rowdy night with the announcement of the Hallow's Eve festivities. He'd heard the shattering of a bottle before he'd actually seen the fight.

This newcomer (and he was a newcomer, Immeral had the sense he was someone just as lost as he was) had chased off the others before it developed into something much more serious.

"Even if death is...not a rest here, you should avoid getting hurt. Infections still ache."

"I love cherry blossoms. I used to be around them almost all the time whenever the season called for them to bloom."