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[ardencies]

[In a time that feels like an age ago, Dettlaff had once been a newcomer to Beauclair. In those days, it had taken time and patience to learn the layout of the city, the wide expanse of neighboring vineyards, the streets converging their way into the mouth of the castle presiding over it all. But he had learned the essentials, or at least well enough to function day-to-day and to play the part of human without issue — the friendliest shopkeepers, the sternest guards and their patrols, where to wander and what to avoid.

He can do the same here given enough time; an immortal has plenty of it, after all. But Sumarlok is so much bigger than Beauclair by an exponential amount, and the task at times feels impossibly gargantuan. Each turn leads to another alleyway, and there’s always a district or a quaint little square or a shop that might have cropped up like a freshly-grown weed, for how he fails to remember it being there just the other day.

Now, Dettlaff finds himself wandering again. The scent of this place is like oil, like machinery being taken apart and being put together again, and he ducks in and out of places that he has no business being in, drawn forward by simple curiosity. As luck would have it, one garage rewards him greatly for his vampiric nosiness — there, in the center of the wide space and hard flooring, is his new human friend and loyal comrade: Daigo.

The vampire approaches with a growing ease to his gait, eyeing the vehicle the other man appears focused upon.]

Daigo.

[Hi. Whatcha doin.]

Are you always keeping so busy?

text | un: revenant

[deathtotem]

How long have you been here?

[Hello to you too, murderbot.]

here comes the worst boyfriend vroom vroom

[iamthecrucible]

After the mess and stress and the other stress, Shaxx is well aware that he owes those nearest to him an apology for unwittingly dragging them into his internal conflicts. He isn't sure at this point how he could have avoided this most recent issue, but that doesn't mean it's been any less unpleasant for those connected to him.

At least there's a promise he can keep to Daigo. While it's annoying that they can bring objects here but not return, he's taken advantage of a summoning stone in order to get one of the Crucible sparrows from home. It's a utility vehicle and not meant for racing, but Shaxx isn't and never has been one for sparrow racing. It's still fun enough to ride around, and he thinks Daigo will find it interesting.

He rides the sparrow over to Daigo's garage during a time when Daigo will actually be there, and parks it. Once he's gotten off the vehicle, it phases out and vanishes. (He's relieved that feature made it through the transfer to a different universe intact; he'd been worried, considering Titania had lost all the weapons she'd been carrying for him when they'd arrived.)

Then he heads inside; after making his customary offering to the cat, he calls, "Daigo?"

text ; notflatearth

[escardos]

congrats :D

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[iamthecrucible]

Oh that face that shines at me
almost blushed when I gazed at it.
He gave me the cup and the darts of his eyes,
and before I drank from his hands,
it was from his eyes that I drank.

HM. CONSIDERING WHERE I WILL CARRY YOU OFF TO.

un: konoha

[lumberlady]

greetings, DOJIMA DAIGO
is konoha 🌳🍃
thank you for placing bid at auction
you is winning!

i will be teacher for learning about mountain
at your convenience!
please tell i all about what you wish to learn!

Text; un: thecrucible

[iamthecrucible]

Home is so sad. It stays as it was left,
Shaped to the comfort of the last to go
As if to win them back. Instead, bereft
Of anyone to please, it withers so,
Having no heart to put aside the theft

And turn again to what it started as,
A joyous shot at how things ought to be,
Long fallen wide.