#sunboyallowed

hanako doesn't sleep. he doesn't need to, and he has even in his after-life, but it's not necessary. at first, he confuses the light he catches in the corner of his eye as part of the slow-ascending sunrise at the break of dawn. this is wrong, when he notices it bobble about, when he actually looks and sees it's a boy much younger than he is with specks of shining gold in his hair.

and hanako gets entirely up too close entirely too quickly and entirely too much into what surely can be anyone's personal space. with the way he basically instantly cups the small boys face in his hands, squishing his cheeks before pulling at them between his fingers. and he's warm. he feels alive. in a way that hanako isn't. he isn't warm nor alive.

A journal with myriad notes and papers hanging out of it was always in the small pouch affixed to the elezen’s person. Gifts, both of them, as he fiddled with the tablet device in one hand, periodically moving to brush fingers along the bindings of books whose dust has not been disturbed for quite some time. In an age of modern astrophysics - modern for an age of science and technology and not his own - mysticism was oft a lost art. Searching the stars for answers beyond their gaseous components was left to the hands of young self-proclaimed witches and wizards or teenagers who bespoke compatibility.

At least in some worlds.

Not that Urianger did not have some level of appreciation for all of the above. Ranging from abject curiosity to idle fondness, he knew his own workings and magicks and aetheric hypotheses fell into some vague in-between. The inner workings of his own world a comparison and not a parallel and here he was. As was the child he looked to now. Glowing, in a literal sense, and eyes full of more-than-idle curiosity.

“Thou art so young a scholar to reacheth thine hands into a place so far beyond the ground.” His expression was warm and caring as he looked down to the little one, holding out a hand.

he looks — curious? hizen's not great at distinguishing whatever children might be feeling. though the only experience he really has is with the younger swords at the citadel.. there's wind chimes, gently clinking against one another in the entrance, and hizen is sitting up on the wooden railing that wraps around the shop. he normally grabs a few drinks on the way here while he goes about what he needs to, but this time he's only grabbed one. it's something sweeter, ( —he thinks something like... honey lemon? sure enough that's what it says on the label. )

“Hey. Hey kid. Hey.”

“I need your help. I need practice to deal with her over there,” she said, gesturing with her thumb behind her shoulder at an Ofiuclone that was just... standing there. Menacingly. Okay, no, not menacingly, but looming for sure. Utage was previously engaged with her, before breaking off to come bother Voyager instead as he was the closest around.

  yet, with torso lodged halfway between a gap in the diamond a hand fruitlessly reaches for a barred door. fingertips ghost over the handle bringing forth a grunt as efforts increase a moment longer. hypothesis being, if he were able to throw open the door there’s a chance he may manage to squeeze through, but it’s an idea met in vain. 

  “ -- no use.” a breathy mutter; a thought spoken allowed as the teen dislodges himself from the diamond. as things stand his apartment would be inaccessible, as would any art supplies he may have left over from a previous stay... or a proper jacket, for that matter.

  a sigh carries through the air as arms come to cross over his chest, a few steps backwards to create distance from self and the trapped door. curious eyes scaled the building top to bottom, head shaking away what ideas came to mind and forcing attention elsewhere; to something else. 

  with a gentle clatter on the ground beside him, followed by another, a quickened pace lead him to another building and beneath its awning. occupied as it were, hopefully his company would be tolerated. “ .. what a time to be locked out.” this island kept its strange reputation. “ah--” he turns to the awnings occupant, “-- i assume you’re in a similar boat, being out here?” 

What Lisa had originally intended to do was come out here in the woods near Savior’s Respite to look for potential alchemical ingredients. But once she found that all the flora here was decidedly lacking in any elemental energies, and none of the plants here even so much as glowed under this night sky, and thus would not at all be useful for potion making, she became a lot less... enthused.

Which is not to say that she was very enthused in the first place (manual labour? no thanks) but she was at least not sitting on a tree stump and yawning trying not to doze off for the first, say, five minutes or so.

She was just wondering about how easy it might be to get someone to continue this search for her when she looked up and saw a young looking boy approaching.

“Oh, hello, sweetie.”

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse: ✮ = stargazing

This small child that she’s spotted is currently sitting on a blanket and gazing up at the stars, a pastime that Chemi can relate to. It’s something she’s been doing quite a bit since arriving here, too, studying the stars and their positions and looking for any familiarity.

Chemi stepped not too quietly, so as not to startle, as she approached to sit down by Voyager’s size (assuming that this blanket was a public setup, and not belonging to him specifically).

“There are many different stars in the sky. They are all very dazzling, are they not?”

She looked at him and then to the sky herself, eyes scanning.

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Voyager!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 204.

You’ll retain your existence outside the domain skill. You’ll also be given a tamagotchi.