05-01-2021, 02:58 AM
"they flip the siren, hit the lights" ✭ ── Much like Arvid, Angel often pondered the idea of having powers, if he would be graced with such a thing, and if there was a way to force them upon himself. Higher abilities seemed to run in his genetic lineage, his mother flaunted her ability to alternate forms based on the species of her current, ah, play thing, and he was certain that she was not the only one. And he was right, though he didn't know it, his grandfather possessed impressive abilities and one of his many half-siblings by the sea had just fallen in line with the gift to prod people's inner thoughts. For Angel, though it may have sounded egotistic, overconfident even, he was certain the question was not if, but when. A matter of waiting patiently, really, which he was very good at doing.
Sneaking around the Hall of Kings was his current objective when the interaction between Ruven and some npcs wielding their aquatic weaponry, frowning at the shattered and headless statues that Sojourn had made short work of. He still had not completely changed his stance on if the dead had any place in the Hall, being remembered and what not, but that actually wasn't why he was there. No, no, Angel was fueling his own ego by vividly picturing his place in the Hall, which was recently discovered to be fantastic free therapy to deal with the festering bitterness that was steadily growing with his mother's words and his own insecurities.
The sound of running and the voice of the direwolf pup broke his focus, stepping away from the shattered stony figures and greeting Ruven and Arvid at the top of the steps. From his vantage point, he could see the running, soaking wet culprits. It wasn't incredibly hard to put 2 and 2 together to figure out the story at hand. "Shame it wasn't something that would leave a mark. They didn't hurt you, did they, Ru?" A brief moment of aggression was followed by a sharp turn into obvious concern, perhaps a little too much given the seemingly harmless circumstance, but he didn't know, he hadn't seen it.
Sneaking around the Hall of Kings was his current objective when the interaction between Ruven and some npcs wielding their aquatic weaponry, frowning at the shattered and headless statues that Sojourn had made short work of. He still had not completely changed his stance on if the dead had any place in the Hall, being remembered and what not, but that actually wasn't why he was there. No, no, Angel was fueling his own ego by vividly picturing his place in the Hall, which was recently discovered to be fantastic free therapy to deal with the festering bitterness that was steadily growing with his mother's words and his own insecurities.
The sound of running and the voice of the direwolf pup broke his focus, stepping away from the shattered stony figures and greeting Ruven and Arvid at the top of the steps. From his vantage point, he could see the running, soaking wet culprits. It wasn't incredibly hard to put 2 and 2 together to figure out the story at hand. "Shame it wasn't something that would leave a mark. They didn't hurt you, did they, Ru?" A brief moment of aggression was followed by a sharp turn into obvious concern, perhaps a little too much given the seemingly harmless circumstance, but he didn't know, he hadn't seen it.
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