#swordsovereign

With Eiden's help, he had found his residency. Though apparently, he had another home located on the floating isle. He wondered what that'd be like, but chose to stop by here for the moment. Dirtied feet enter the housing, but he stops when he realizes he's tracking dirt on such clean floors! Then, as if it were second nature, he backs up, knuckles gliding across the floor as he does so, and he stays by the entrance. Was anyone home?

"So you're Sun's friend." He leans on the doorway to the bedroom that used to be for guests but now belongs to the man in front of him. Wukong is still not super happy about having someone else in his house (he took his time considering if he even wanted to have Sun here, not to mention someone he doesn't know), but the place is not big enough for them to avoid each other completely. Might as well get the introduction out of the way.

"Move, or you will get crushed." War was delivering several very large boxes of ...well, assumingly fabric or other materials for Fauncher Lace House. He did not know what was in the boxes, or who owned the store. He simply was there to deliver.

ethos does not make its presence known until after the conflict.

the scene it had witnessed before deciding to press its back against the tree like growing moss might not even warrant being called that, with how quickly it ended.

the quiet stretches for a couple seconds more as ethos steps around its cover, noting the dead body on the ground as well as the clear victor standing above it.

although it didn't see exactly what had happened, the combination of sounds heard and post-mortem wounds were enough to inform the entity it would stand no chance if it were to appear outwardly hostile towards the other.

dying is not a problem, for ethos. it isn't alive in the way the once-person before the two of them was. but the worry of being damaged beyond repair remains.

so, it raises its hands up cautiously to convey it means no harm. there's something else it is interested in, instead:

“ allow me to expose of the body. ”

"..." Klaus is in his own thought when he hears someone approaching. The aura he receives is familiar and has Klaus lifting his head to look up. Seofon...

already on edge, Titus knows things are about the get a whole lot worse when he looks down at the spinning wheel on his phone. he can only hope for something mild, as he had been doing a fairly decent job at evading the creatures roaming the streets thus far. he was scared out of his damn mind, but he was trying to keep up a brave face, keep his head up and all that...

until the wheel stops and the thief could've shit his pants at the results.

he breaks into a sprint as a nearby glitched person lets out a bloodcurdling howl.

   what he does care about is finding the other abductees. seofon was with him, the ending of their date interrupted by the purple portal in the sky, snatching the both of them up with a tentacle each. fiyero saw as seofon was teleported, and as he stumbles out of his pod, dizzy with the sudden presence of the tadpole writhing in his brain, he tries to focus on what's important.

   holding a hand to his head, he looks around. the room is empty, and it's exactly as he remembers. broken pods of a crashing mindflayer ship surrounding a bowl of tadpoles. the bowl is already shattered, the tadpoles dead— does this mean nobody else got infected yet? he doesn't remember how long he was unconscious, just that he was.

   looking around frantically, he looks to the pod that he thinks lae'zel was in, when this originally happened. it's empty. but, circling the room, his eyes catch sight of bright blonde hair, standing out in this air of red and flesh. with a gasp, he runs over, adjusting his sway as he goes.

   (it wouldn't do him any good to pass out here— he'll have to look for a regeneration station after he gets seofon out.)

   ' seofon! ' the man looks a bit dazed, not quite awake yet, but getting there. with both of his palms flat against the glass, fiyero tries to spot any injuries with a barrier between them. a tadpole wouldn't leave behind visible traces, he knows that, and yet he's hopeful that seofon is unharmed, not infected on fiyero's behalf.

   looking around the room, he curses under his breath, infernal breathing fire onto his tongue. ' there's no console ... seofon, can you hear me? do you have any way of getting out of there? '

it wasn't like the servant had any enemies on this island, if anything it was more like mere annoyances. but there hadn't been anyone that had gotten under nero's skin, until today.

it was a man with blond hair, he seemed to hold himself together well. it unnerved the servant, she feels anxious. why this isn't the first time she has felt this way, it just unnerved her. materializing aestus estus, she won't attack the man...but she is using it as insurance just in case he reacts to it.