I TOLD YOU THAT I LOVED YOU & return

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ONISION M.F.

— WHEN WE'RE IN YOUR BED

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the ascendants
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15 months old

physically hard
easy to piss off

demihomosexual

tsundere asshole
dating alexander

were-vampirism
known to shift into aloysius
possession & mental manip.

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Onision was gone for a while, the siren that had pulled him under the water had left him to suffer as he repeatedly suffocated, never able to truly die. She continued the process of moving his soul to a new body, and at this point, Oni was pissed. He was tired of the circle he was put through, and so a fight happened. Bloody, gruesome, but it happened.

By the time he was done, Onision had switched places with Aloysius, the ancient wolf creeping through the forest to find the one thing that made sense to him. Anything, anything.

Was the Ascendants still existent? Was Alexander waiting for him, his lover patiently waiting in his ghostly form? Was the others here? Was Moonmade still around? Atticus? Ren? He briefly wondered if it mattered, the sound of Aloysius' voice in his head making him pay more attention to the world around him now.

Things felt different. It smelt different.

"Hello? My name is Onision, I'm.. A returnee, from the Ascendants.. This is the Ascendants, right?" He asked aloud with a slightly irritated tone, the brown wolf shifting in its place. This wasn't what he thought would be his 'welcome home' party, but whatever.

All he cared about was that he was home.

all you give me is a heartbeat —

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[clarence a.]

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CLARENCE ASTON

" i bear little resemblance to the king i once was "

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INFORMATION LOG

DATE February, 3
TIME Afternoon
LOCATION Elysium, near old Observatory
PURPOSE Usual patrols

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PERSONAL LOG

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JOY
CALM
SURE
KEEN

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DESPAIR
FURIOUS
DOUBT
AFRAID

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WRITTEN REPORT

Things were, and are, difficult for many people. If there is one thing I am certain of, it is that all people (or, I suppose, beings, as I am not currently among people per se) experience some sort of suffering and doing so does not necessarily make one significant or special. In fact, it would be more unusual to meet someone who'd never had any sort of tragedy occur. I come from a time where preventable death was common and I now live in a time where the world seems intent on clawing at itself from the inside out even more than it was before. But I also now live in a time where the dead rise every other weekday and magic seems to be ingrained in the very world I live in. It is... difficult to imagine such a world would be peaceful. But I wish it would be. I'm tired of war. I've been tired of it since it began.

At least I have these moments to myself. I decided that morning to go on a walk through the area near the old Observatory. There were no court sessions to hold and there was no jury to call, but the old territory was more familiar to me than the new one. While I looked towards the recent tradition with great excitement, there was also much that troubled me. Things have changed so much recently and I'm more than ready for them to settle down. I had thought Ascendants would be the place for that, but clearly it couldn't be. Still, there were more people in Elysium and more distractions and that's probably for the best.

A voice floated from near the border and I made my way over, feeling tension build in my legs and chest in a way that it wouldn't have when I was a human. How interesting they were, the differences between this life and the last. "It was, once. Not long ago, actually," I answered as the being who's voice I'd heard moments ago came into view. "We recently merged with Sun Haven to form Elysium, but we retained some old parts of both territories. I don't believe we've met. My name is Clarence Aston," I greeted simply. "While I'd like to grant you immediate shelter, I first need to know your intentions."   

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ONISION M.F.

— WHEN WE'RE IN YOUR BED

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elysium
- member
15 months old

physically hard
easy to piss off

demihomosexual

tsundere asshole

were-vampirism
known to shift into aloysius
possession & mental manip.

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Aloysius was making a riot in his head about the tone the man used, however Onision knew that he meant no harm to himself. As the Host, he figured it would be much easier to just stay calm instead of letting his temper get the best of him like he used to.

Violence never really solved anything.

Black schleras focused in on the creature before him, Onision taking his seat with a sort of calm patience that he didn't use to have. Back when he was smaller, back when Bastille ran the place. He was a rebellious fool, but it seemed he was the only one left of his old home. He didn't know who this guy was.

When the mention of Sunhaven merging with the Ascendants came up, Onision actually bristled a bit. That must have happened after the siren dragged him down into the lake– Moonmade would have never allowed those fools to join them. Or so he thought– He must have missed out on things.

"Intentions.." Onision trailed off for a moment, as if in thought, before finally glancing back up. "I want to be with my family, if they are still here. I don't know who you are, however. It's nice to meet you, Clarence." He spoke with a more mellow tone, unafraid to look down upon the person in front of him.

"My intentions are to join once more, I suppose.."

all you give me is a heartbeat —

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