#onewholives

How far he had come. From when she had instinctively pulled him onto The Van Eltia from the burning port of Hellawes. She had almost forgotten when Laphicet was once robotic--devoid of light in his eyes. It had taken the combined (yet unintentional) effort of their rag-tag group to regain his will and become who he is today. A gentle smile graces otherwise hardened features upon Velvet’s lips.

“You know, that compass of yours is going to be the death of this motley little crew one day. Better start saying your prayers now, before it’s too late!”

    And this kid clearly didn’t understand the dangers of being out somewhere like this at night. No natural light, no unnatural light- somewhere like this was just begging for daemon-induced catastrophe. Noctis wasn’t going to let a child become another victim as long as he had something to do with it. 

    Much less when he could hear the hissing, the tell-tale eerie bubbling just a few hundred paces behind them. From where he was kneeling, it was just barely visible; they only had a few more minutes. He glowered behind the boy with a hand on his shoulder. “No time. Gotta be quick.”

    His weapons were thankfully handy. Noctis held out his free hand, conjuring one of his cutlasses with a flippant ease as he wound around the boy’s waist. Good thing this was a squirt; it was like picking up a sack of potatoes. He hefted him up, then reared his arm back. “Hang out, bud!”

    The other side of the crevasse bore the start of a forest, trees shooting up to the sky like an invitation to him. His aim had yet to fail him. With a grunt of effort, Noctis let the cutlass fly, feeling a familiar tug as his weapon sailed. Follow the line-! Noctis was as accustomed to warping as he was breathing, and the process was subconscious as the two of them zipped nearly instantly beyond the gap.

Many of the seraphim had awaited Sorey's return, and Jude was no different on that regard. It was nice to have him back again in this world he had saved, and the past Shepherd wanted to explore the reaches of it, with a certain water seraph specifically... He was invited too of course, but he had decided to go on his own seperate ways again. With how long seraphim lived, they could always do it another time.

No... His focus went to who was left. The Great Lord himself, who like Sorey, took a long time to fully recover, but was surprisingly unlike anything he could imagine such an important being acting like. Maotelus held an air of importance, experience and knowledge, but was so kind... so gentle. Not intimidating in the slightest, even though the draconic apperance would make you think so.

"Maotelus! I brought more books from the city!" as once he entered the shine, about twenty or thirty odd books dropped out from the sky and landed gently on the ground. Seraphim normally stored their weapons or important items with their mana... Jude mainly stored books in his, it was ideal transport really. He really felt sorry for the humans who had to carry them by hand in large piles.

//what im getting from the dash is that no one knows what shigure is talking about ever

“Phi,” Velvet sighs, when she finds the boy sitting by himself atop one of Titania’s prison beds. At her voice, he looks up from the book he was reading, and now that she has his attention, Velvet pointedly gestures to the top of her head, where a certain beetle has perched itself and won’t let go.

The damn thing flew onto her head earlier, and somehow, it managed to get so utterly tangled in her hair that she can’t pry it out by herself without risking either crushing the insect therion or ripping out her midnight mane. Neither of those options is acceptable.

//oooh. I’m starting a phd at the Institute of Hydrobiology in Wuhan in the fall. Good luck over there!!

//pssst where in china im moving there too the end of this year