Welcome to Edensphere...
Characters: Fugue (fugue_angel), Snake/Boss (bossinthegrass), Rosiel/Flutter (hocestbellum)
Date/Time: Sometime on July 14
Location: The Hall of Beginnings
Rating: TBA, but I'm expecting some violence and crazy. ^^
Summary: ...new arrivals in Edensphere, but does Fugue really want to be there to greet them?
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This was his first official day back on the job after having hatched the Friday before. He was still a little confused, but having read what the archives could offer was of decent help to him. He'd been able to identify a war that had once taken place between himself and the exile. Unfortunately, he'd probably still have to do more reading to get an accurate picture of what the situation actually was. How frustrating.
Nevertheless, he was sitting in the midst of the white room all wrapped in his black cloaks and donning his ridiculous long white beard and mustache to hide the bottom half of his face. Again he was tapping his foot to the timeless beat of an unheard clock. Tap.... Tap.... Tap.... Tap.... And other than this, every so often the sound of a wobbling or wriggling cocoon could be heard, but it wasn't often enough.
This was a tedious and boring job, and Fugue didn't feel like holding his breath, but it'd been a long time since something had hatched. As far as he was concerned, there hadn't been hatchlings for the longest time; if someone cared to discuss this with him, the elder would argue it quite vehemently despite the fact that there had, in fact, been other recent births other than himself and Sk-- Sora.
Then he finally heard that first crack, the first sound of someone being born. He slowly rose from his seat and turned to the table to gather a couple sets of provisions -paper maps of Edensphere, coin pouches of the Sphere's currency, paper journals, and sets of clothing- and deposited them into a basket for his convenience. Slinging towels over his shoulder, he feigned a weak limp and hobbled over to a safe distance away from where he'd heard the first signs of someone's birthday.
Safety first, and one could never be too careful.
Date/Time: Sometime on July 14
Location: The Hall of Beginnings
Rating: TBA, but I'm expecting some violence and crazy. ^^
Summary: ...new arrivals in Edensphere, but does Fugue really want to be there to greet them?
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This was his first official day back on the job after having hatched the Friday before. He was still a little confused, but having read what the archives could offer was of decent help to him. He'd been able to identify a war that had once taken place between himself and the exile. Unfortunately, he'd probably still have to do more reading to get an accurate picture of what the situation actually was. How frustrating.
Nevertheless, he was sitting in the midst of the white room all wrapped in his black cloaks and donning his ridiculous long white beard and mustache to hide the bottom half of his face. Again he was tapping his foot to the timeless beat of an unheard clock. Tap.... Tap.... Tap.... Tap.... And other than this, every so often the sound of a wobbling or wriggling cocoon could be heard, but it wasn't often enough.
This was a tedious and boring job, and Fugue didn't feel like holding his breath, but it'd been a long time since something had hatched. As far as he was concerned, there hadn't been hatchlings for the longest time; if someone cared to discuss this with him, the elder would argue it quite vehemently despite the fact that there had, in fact, been other recent births other than himself and Sk-- Sora.
Then he finally heard that first crack, the first sound of someone being born. He slowly rose from his seat and turned to the table to gather a couple sets of provisions -paper maps of Edensphere, coin pouches of the Sphere's currency, paper journals, and sets of clothing- and deposited them into a basket for his convenience. Slinging towels over his shoulder, he feigned a weak limp and hobbled over to a safe distance away from where he'd heard the first signs of someone's birthday.
Safety first, and one could never be too careful.