 ➠starter for @anglerfishnabe // starter call
Today, Kaworu has come to a quiet spot on the outskirts of Fibonacci Wardâs surface to practice his levitation. He had felt the tangible power of his A.T. Field weaken considerably when he arrived here, even before being informed of the restrictions which had somehow been placed on him, and heâs curious as to how such a shift may have changed him.Â
One, two. Utilising the A.T. Field should be as easy as breathing, but heâs apprehensive- last time, not very long ago at all, a shift in his A.T. Field had been what got him killed. He closes his eyes as the familiar power surrounds him.
It doesnât kill him, but it doesnât feel quite like it usually would, either. The part of his soul which belongs to Adam stirs uncomfortably. The rhythm of the power is somehow different: it feels like playing a funeral waltz in the major key. He opens his eyes again, skin prickling, and at the same moment realises he is being watched. He turns his head to glance at the stranger. âOh! Hello. My apologies for disturbing your privacy.â
