(not that you're usually supposed to have cake at morning tea ... that's never stopped him in the past, though.)

   ' you're like a ravenous beast, ' he quips easily, slapping oz's hand away as he tries to reach for the strawberry parfaits. ' i suppose growing up a noble doesn't exactly teach you patience, but it should have taught you table manners. '

   he's one to talk. swinging himself from the edge of the dining table that has been turned against another table to make for a bigger version, he squeezes oz's cheek once. ' i hope you've been feeding yourself. zhilan usually keeps the fridge stocked ... he should be here any second, so try not to eat it all before we even start. '

some circumstances of life might only be reasonably described as so tragic one might have to wonder when would be a reasonable time to start laughing, deluded by false hope of a better time. surely nothing can be so hopelessly without light?

the fate of young noblemen, much too tender to face such hardships of the world. intertwined with each other through circumstances and the past. each equally laughably hopeless.

he never stood a chance.

as a nightray he shouldn't succumb to doubts and fears-- walk with pride, for once shunned, the vultures may latch at any sign of weakness. but how could he? faced with strange surroundings, he would not even imagine belonging in the stories of the abyss. unsure, uncertain, unknowing. something poking at the very edges of his memory, urging to break forth. then falling back into the silence.

one who's existence had already perished. one who should no longer be here.

   it is not the abyss. it's the echo. perhaps that's why oz picked it, the name sparking some sense of nostalgia in him. it's not the abyss, but it looks like it, break knows that much from mad hatter's description, and feels quite similar, disorganized as it is. the gallery has an eery atmosphere at best, only worsened by the new monsters around.

   the first thing he hears is the slice of the scythe.

three of them. f̵o̶u̵r̸.̵ ̴one above. a slow and steady whisper, somewhat adjusted after both mad hatter and break needed some getting used to each other again. oz won't have that problem, considering. though, perhaps, the influx of power feels a bit strange.

   break changes his mind on that when he turns the corner to join the brat in battle, and a single twirl of the scythe destroys three of the black monsters surrounding oz. the fourth, however, R̷E̵M̵A̸I̴N̶S̵.̶

   getting a running start, break keeps rushing ahead without pause, and with a small yell, some of mad hatter's power, and a foot against oz's back, launches himself into the air. his sword swings as he cuts each tentacle, until the chattering stops, and he lands not so gracefully, his right leg giving out under him.

   skidding on his knees a few steps on the cool floor, he looks back unimpressed— and clearly pissed.

   ' why weren't you at the mansion? the city is closed off. there's no need for you to be walking around by your lonesome. '

albedo has a particularly bad habit of hiding himself among the shelves of the library deep in the forest, sometimes losing track of the time that has passed him by until someone finds him with his nose burrowed into a book.

though granted he doesn’t take note at first of the young man reaching to grab something from the shelf nor that he’s blocking the way, until several moments later when he sidesteps away with what he’s reading still open in his hand as if he’d hardly stopped reading for even a second.

Welcome back to haunted Isola Radiale, Oz!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 223!

You will retain everything you were given in your previous stay.

NOTE: As you were removed in an AC, you have one week to make two in-character posts else you will be considered inactive once more.

Enjoy your stay!

what’s the first thing your muse noticed about mine? @retracedwill

actions speak louder than words

flower, sender gives receiver a flower.

He seems to be attracting a crowd today, and they all seem to be wanting to put flowers in his hair. He's not sure what to make of this, either.

The current culprit is a young man, seemingly amused by the flowers in Clive's hair that he puts another one in his hair. A sigh leaves the outlaw, as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Oz!

You will be housed in HOUSE 111.

You will retain your healing factor to heal up to five minor to moderate wounds per day and will receive a wooden scythe.