Night 44: Sun Room

[gald_digger]

[from here]

It looked like they were the first ones in the Sun Room this night. There weren't any monsters in plain sight, which was a good sign.

Or was it? Getting held up by a monster actually sounded kind of nice, for once. If it was strong enough, it could keep Sync busy - maybe even enough to derail his plans. Of course, it would also put their lives in danger, but they were in tons of danger anyway. Whoever said "better the devil you know than the devil you don't" obviously didn't know Sync the Tempest.

So even though Anise walked into the Sun Room with soft, cautious steps like she usually would, the girl inwardly found herself praying for someone or something to intercept them.

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[purgatio]

[from here]

The entity hovered closer to the pair, violet eyes shaded for now. There was an undercurrent, an annoyance. Something settling and shifting (fading and rising), and these, these, were not what he had sought. Albedo blinked once, twice, something shaking behind his eyes. Again, and here, a song rose and fell, gracing madness, dancing melodic. He begged to differ in its theme, but nonetheless, he found iridescence once more, violet rising to a shine around him.

"You have touched grace," he murmured, almost soft. The deeds of the past, past moments, past year was left forgotten, and he wondered at them even as his right hand raised, lightning and energy slipped over it like a shroud. "And when you see the silent candle burning? What has came over you?" The softness slid, mirrored in time, a whisper, a wanting, and then it had passed like it had never been. His hand raised higher, and again his face split with a grin, mind dancing to music unheard. Consuming. Devouring. The boy looked at the first, and made to move.

A pounding, deep and dark. And he had promises to keep.

The heartbeat right outside the door, and then, and now--inside, storming. Angry, hostile, and in this? Albedo laughed outright, whipping from the duo in front of him to his other, the attack forgotten. His heart had come to play with him, and who was he to leave him wanting? The butterflies would float away, and Albedo didn't mind.

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Howl's blood ran cold when the boy floated down to them, like some kind of eerie specter. He left as mysteriously as he had appeared, and although Howl remained uninjured, the icy fear remained. Fear as well as confusion, since the things the child said had made no sense whatsoever.

Regardless, Howl knew it was not the responsibility, nor the nature of spirits (if that's indeed what they just saw) to be clear and reasonable. He was no sooner ready to question the child's words than he was to waste time wondering why he had not been attacked.

"Let's not look a gift horse in the mouth," Howl urged, finally breaking free of his own nerves. He gestured stiffly to Zoro and made a beeline for the door.

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