#plicatum

How Dan Heng managed to slip away from Preceptor Taoran, he never knew. These moments of freedom would later be chalked up as getting lost for Dan Heng was seldom allowed to venture across the delves on his own and most ferrymen piloting the Starskiffs knew to deny him passage if he asked. Promenading along the boardwalks that descending towards the Ancient Sea, a chill wind raced along the waters and buffeted him, nearly inverting the parasol he wielded from the force. Yet, when the wind calmed, a mysterious stranger seemed to be sharing the boardwalk ahead and taking in the view.

@plicatum: ❛ do you mean to give me another one of your stoic nod? ❜ - cipher

head tilts at the question, mydei didn't really believe he was one for giving 'stoic nods' like cipher says. they hardly chat, given how both their fields are on opposite sides of amphoreus, it makes sense they are chalk and cheese with their dynamic. for two of the three demigods of calamity, they do fit it as mockingly at this rate, he just gives a stoic nod - but there was just a grin on his face as he did.

"Lower your spear. Your time is yet to come."

Yet, his blood simmered all the same. Memories of chaos and death, of living planets and annihilation sped through his mind, a source that was and wasn't his own. A gruesome battle with a shared face, steeped in a red apocalypse that few would know. By the power of Finality, Ren robbed the essence of Harmony to stopper the Mara in Kafka's absence.

@plicatum: "Please refrain from digging through trashcans while we are here. The people of Okhema might not take kindly to seeing a 'hero' digging through trash."

if only dan heng was a few seconds quicker with noticing caelus was not at his side, but rather deep in a trash can. and by deep, caleus's upper body was in the trash can, rummaging through to see if anything useful was in there. hearing dan heng's voice though, the trailblazer tried to get out but failed miserably as he falls out of the trash can and it falls with him.

"...most people would find it rude to stare." Though, suppose Melor is an interesting case study. Because he's very aware that people will stare. Such is the case when one is supposed to be dead but isn't. When one looks like he belongs in the morgue and not walking around. "...did you need something from me?"

Normally, things like this would be celebrated. A victory would be marked and everyone would get to feel like a hero. Crowds would be cheering and confetti would litter the stage in every corner. Though, that is not at all how the atmosphere feels around the Xianzhou Loufu in this moment. In fact, everything feels heavy like a punch in the stomach, like a nail in the head. Feixiao is busy. The General is standing at the seat of Divine Foresight with plenty of questions and demands on her mind.

And she’s not the only one.

This was a time for action and seemingly, her impatience is winning. She edges her proposal further and further, despite some warnings that going too far and too fast will make a muck of things.

❝ Well, we can’t just let things fester, either. If we don’t get a handle for this now, our enemy will regroup and be organized. What do you suggest, @plicatum ? ❞

She comes off a lot harsher than she wishes. Really, there’s a bone she has to pick as things have been… a loss after a loss. Feixiao wants answers and she’s determined to get them from whomever she has to. Old habits come back as her fists clench and unclench as she listens to what her peer has to say. He’s the master strategist. He’s the one who she will listen to, if she must. Part of her feels as if she’s having to restrain herself far too much.