#thybrilliance

  the mage laughs softly, pausing to kneel down next to a small bush of flowers in the sand. fingers reach out to gently touch the petals-- they were bright blue at the tips, fading into a gradient of white -- head tilting as she glanced over the small bunch of flowers. “ I was always so amazed when they showed up in April. “ she laughs at the brief childhood memory, shaking her head as she leaned in closer to smell the flowers. ah, like rain. a comforting scent, she thinks, as she pulls back. 

     remaining low, she crosses her arms over her knees, turning back to look up at the one she dragged along on this nice day. Ophelia Phamrsolone. over the past year of her life here, she’s seen many familiar faces come and go, and surprise is no longer what she feels upon spotting one. instead, she prefers to simply help acclimate them to this place and Ophelia was no exception. in fact, the entire reason Ritsuka had invited her out was because when she ran across her a few days ago, she looked....stressed. worried. 

       and what better way to ease such a thing than a day at the beach?

      “ You know, they kinda match your eyes.” turning back, she carefully plucks one of the flowers mid-stem, an idea having popped into her mind. standing back up, she turns to the other mage and reaches out to carefully tuck the flower behind Ophelia’s ear, careful to avoid getting it snagged in her hair but still making sure it would remain secure against the gentle breeze. “ There...we....go. Now you’re ready. “

they'll all be placed on semi-hiatus for you!

she's been watching him for a while now. not that seofon minded being watched- if he had to say so, he'd call it 'being admired'. of course, because he'd built up that image for the captain and still hadn't quite let go of it ⎛ even when he no longer needed to pretend that everyone loved him. even when he wasn't lonely anymore. even when he was afraid that one day he'd be an enemy of humanity- ⎠ ah, it showed, didn't it?

to keep his skills sharp, seofon chose to train. training came in the form of temporary sword gods and shining blades from nothingness, and quick strikes never missing the target. a barrage of blades that lingered before vanishing in fragments of light.

his singular audience member looked at him as if this was something almost familiar. but he doesn't recognize her. not that he should know everyone in the skies, but he'd been around. ⎛ and anosiete didn't remember her as someone wiped away when he decided that the pillars of reality had to go. when he became a creator god in his own right- enemy of humanity- ⎠ ❝ it's pretty cool, right? ❞

Welcome back to scenic Isola Radiale, Ophelia!

You will be housed in APARTMENT 308.

You will retain everything you received in your last stay.

Welcome back to Isola Radiale!

You'll be staying in APARTMENT 302!

You'll be retain everything you had in your previous stay.

Enjoy your stay!

        but then, somehow, she ended up in that hall, with that portrait, the light of her phone focused solely on it before she shut it off in haste. she could not move as she heard it slam against the floor, couldn’t scream as marble floors crack underneath nails digging into it, couldn’t breathe as she heard that woman take one step forward. lips parting but no sound coming out, as a hand dripping paint grips her wrist with enough force for her to possibly break bones. fear and adrenaline combined and she had done the only thing she could think of-- run.

  an hour passes until she finds a place to hide; a nook, tucked behind a large pillar. she stays there, ignoring the pain in her wrist and being grateful the darkness -- suffocating and terrifying as it is -- hides her from seeing the bruises she can feel there. but Olga Marie can still hear that woman looking, searching for her.

    it draws closer to her location and her breath hitches to an almost stop. and then, though she can’t see, she can hear someone in front of her hiding spot speaking to herself. she knows that voice. rather than think, Olga acts. her arm reaches forwards, fingers wrapping around Ophelia’s elbow to pull her into the hiding spot. she only lets go to then press a hand over the former Crypters mouth, hushing her harshly. “ Shut up. She’ll hear you. “ 

        the steps pause, followed by a stranger’s scream and something jabs at her heart.

Welcome to lovely Isola Radiale, Ophelia!

You’ll be staying in APARTMENT 323!

You’ll retain the ability to use your Mystic Eye in order to cull a minor event (nothing that amounts to more than minor amounts of harm) that happened in the past 5 minutes once per day.

Enjoy your stay!