Welcome to Edensphere, Viola.
Characters: Fugue (fugue_angel), Patchouli (belovedviola).
Date/Time: Sometime on May 13
Location: The Hall of Beginnings
Rating: TBA?
Summary: Patchouli arrives in Edensphere, and Fugue is there to greet her.
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He was finally free of the stupid sunglasses, though he'd really aged up and didn't have to wear his fake beard and mustache. No, actually, the elder was suffering major back pains. Sitting at the table in the middle -and frowning at the towels added to items as provisions- Fugue naturally hunched over and was supporting himself by leaning his elbow on the table.
The day was long and drab, but perhaps that was more because of the fact that he was actually an elder this time around. His foot tapped to the timeless beat of a ticking clock, perfectly in sync with it. Tap.... Tap.... Tap.... Tap.... And the whiteness of the room seemed to blur for a moment. This is RIDICULOUS, Fugue thought to himself.
Then he heard the wriggling cocoon followed by a breaking noise--it seemed that someone had been born. Blinking his eyes a few times, Fugue managed to get some of the blur out. His hands seemed to crawl over to the provisions, slowly picking up each one--a towel, a paper map of Edensphere, a paper journal, a pouch of coins, and a set of clothing. Hobbling on his walking stick, he finally reached a safe distance from the hatchling.
"Hello there. Are you alright?"
Date/Time: Sometime on May 13
Location: The Hall of Beginnings
Rating: TBA?
Summary: Patchouli arrives in Edensphere, and Fugue is there to greet her.
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He was finally free of the stupid sunglasses, though he'd really aged up and didn't have to wear his fake beard and mustache. No, actually, the elder was suffering major back pains. Sitting at the table in the middle -and frowning at the towels added to items as provisions- Fugue naturally hunched over and was supporting himself by leaning his elbow on the table.
The day was long and drab, but perhaps that was more because of the fact that he was actually an elder this time around. His foot tapped to the timeless beat of a ticking clock, perfectly in sync with it. Tap.... Tap.... Tap.... Tap.... And the whiteness of the room seemed to blur for a moment. This is RIDICULOUS, Fugue thought to himself.
Then he heard the wriggling cocoon followed by a breaking noise--it seemed that someone had been born. Blinking his eyes a few times, Fugue managed to get some of the blur out. His hands seemed to crawl over to the provisions, slowly picking up each one--a towel, a paper map of Edensphere, a paper journal, a pouch of coins, and a set of clothing. Hobbling on his walking stick, he finally reached a safe distance from the hatchling.
"Hello there. Are you alright?"