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...Why was he alive? 

Julius could remember his last moments clearly: his Ludger had come to the apartment, he gave him the silver Chromatus watch, and he hummed the tune his little brother had loved so much to give him the strength and resolve to put an end to the older brother who failed at everything he tried. But now, as he patted himself down, he could feel no gaping wound. And when he checked his pockets, neither of the Chromatus watches were inside. Everything was aligning with how he remembered, but... how was he alive? 

With no leads or means to discover the reason why, Julius meandered home, back to the apartment (would someone else be living there now? He didn’t know how much time had passed). Luckily his bank account hadn’t been shut down despite being dead, as he could afford to pay for a ticket and take a train straight to Trigleph. Nobody seemed alarmed at his presence, something Julius found peculiar but not worth getting hung up over. 

The walk home was (mostly) uneventful. He got a few odd looks, something he’d grown used to by having to hide in the shadows for far too long. The landlady almost caused a scene when she saw him, throwing a mountain of questions his way to which he only had the answers for about half of them. Once she calmed down, Julius asked about Ludger and her response... 

“...Ludger’s friends told me he died. They wouldn’t tell me how or why though, and--” 

No. He couldn’t be. Ludger couldn’t have...! 

(( I don’t know people are quite frankly idiots these days. ))

((No need to say that twice...))

ertherarmy replied to your post:"…W-what? How is that even possible? How can...

eh, different enough that it would be possible to easily pick a favorite out of the two. not different enough that i can imagine loving one and hating the other.

((Fair enough, I guess. But if you like one, you really should like the other, seeing as they're that close in personality.))

reidhershelrp replied to your post:"…W-what? How is that even possible? How can...

People are still hating Kyle? that is rather stupid =/

((Facebook sometimes...))

iamharoldberselius replied to your post:"…W-what? How is that even possible? How can...

((Kyle’s adorable and wants nothing more than to help people I don’t understand how people could hate such a sweet child))

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" Ah..."

The descender's eyes slowly fluttered open. She directed her gaze slightly upwards, towards the canopy of foliage and branches above her. The late afternoon sun shining through the leaves create dappled-green shadows that play across the girl's face. " I must've dozed off while surveying the World Tree..."

A smile slowly forms on her lips as several spheres of light containing mana dance around her, as if it seemed to have sensed where it truly belongs. The spheres however, dissipated into the air as soon as it had appeared as a sudden movement not too far away caught Rie's eye.

( WHAT I HAVE A NEED TOO NOW KJUHYFDFGHJ )

[ooc] ABYSSALCHRONICLES JUST POSTED A PIC ON THEIR TWITTER AND I AM LITERALLY SCRE AM ING IT LOOKS SO GOOD I;;;; P ERFECTION

After everything that had happened, the days were relatively peaceful. Jude would work in the Origin Research Division and Ludger was still looking for work, though everyone figured he would go for the cooking industry. He had a real gift for making dishes-- especially tomato based ones. That aside, money for the two of them was always an issue... being unemployed was troublesome and a researchers budget was... pretty low.

In a brilliant moment of thought, Jude recalled one of the best ways to get money was by doing town requests that were avalible in each city, and while Jude wasnt a huge promoter for violence... He really did need the extra funds, he also couldnt go it alone. That would be dangerous and reckless, even if the cause was just.

So with Ludger in mind he made his way to his apartment and knocked on the door, hoping his best friend was available at this hour... Though it was morning hours so he should be in. Perhaps calling was a better idea..? But he was already in the area, so hopefully he didnt mind too much. If Jude was lucky he may even have breakfast cook-- no, shaking his head. That wasnt the reason for visiting as tempting as the thought was... nor was he Milla.

((Is that a Ludger RPer following me? owo

Startled sounds escaped way too easily from him.

As quiet as he was, Milda was never one to effortlessly be able to dissimulate his surprise. Even when he tried to do so, it was never really successful. The child was too honest, too sincere. Perhaps a bit of an idiot, too. ‘Dimwit Ruca’, was what Iria called him. And the more he thought about it, the more he started to realize that sometimes, she wasn’t exactly wrong.

The city of Naos was as peaceful as ever; a far cry from the trouble he'd ran into back in Regnum, and stopping here in Hartman's house was more than welcome. After all, it wasn't like taking a break was going to do them harm, especially after the events of the past days. War, meeting Hermana, as well as Cerberus' reincarnation, learning about the Manifest...the list was so long that it could almost make his head spin. And now, there was the hunt for the Memory Circles...

Sighing, he kept walking. He was tired. Everyone split up earlier in the day, and while he'd rather stay inside, he didn't want to bother Hartman. Instead, he found himself in front of the now destroyed church of Naos— the one Ange wrecked apart when she awakened. There, were the usual ruins and the broken glass, standing in the further part of the town.

What was unusual, though, was the presence of an unknown man in front of the rubble, a sight that robbed a light gasp from him. A stranger...? He sure didn't look like he was from around here — the troubled and somewhat lost expression displayed on his face made Ruca feel so, anyway. Advancing towards him, he hesitated, before calling out to him.