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[adagaium]

at work but this is a starter call :)

[adagaium]

ardyn had settled in again to the city rather quickly. spirale had been a part of the beyond that he had found rather charming, and it was better than the looming nothingness that waited for him outside- with no more light to give and no more darkness to take, what purpose did he serve? without the six driving him toward his ruin ... no, he'd done that to himself. in his desperate attempts to escape the gods, he'd walked right into their trap. spirale was a place where he could live without that sort of pressure. without that sort of power. ❝ gods? the stars? ❞

❝ perhaps- there are few beings capable of all that they have done. ❞ toying with the lives of those under them for entertainment, says the woman in red, and he laughs. almost a purr, almost bitter- because ultimately, ardyn's relationship with the gods was complicated.

there had been a time where people thought he was one of them. a shining light in the darkness. the chosen king of light with his incredible power to heal. the one who unified the people out of love- a stark contrast to his brother's harsh tactics. he was the sunlight, once. daemon-slayer, kingmaker, rightful king of kings. he'd never wanted the throne, and he'd never wanted a place among the gods. when he was full of light and love, all he wanted was to heal.

now, he'd grown to understand that no matter what his powers were, no matter if it was true divinity that had run through his veins, it was meant for a single reason. for death. he was to absolve people of their greatest sins, meant to carry their burdens and feel their pain. he was meant to die. ❝ and we, the simple residents of the city, can do nothing against their wavering whims- that, at least, is what gods would want us to think. ❞ he offers a smile, then, leaning over the empty seat in front of him like some overgrown couerl- ❝ but even the gods can be overcome. what does it matter if the stars claim divinity? if you wish it, i say defy them. ❞

this city was filled with all sorts of interesting characters. ada has met many unforgettable people in her long years of working for the organization, but it has little on what this city offers. appearances are deceiving and power existed beyond the scope of a rifle. she can't help but wonder just what would wesker think if he was plucked and tossed into this prettied-up cage, always seeking power.

" So do you believe they're gods?" did she expect to have such a conversation? np, but it piqued her interest, here in the empty seats of the theatre of calliope. " It would fit– toying with the lives of those under them for entertainment."

@adagaium

[adagaium]

hello! good day to you! ... and you ...

ardyn izunia, who claims to be a man of no consequence, but he's lying through his teeth.

not only is he chancellor of niflheim, he's the first king of light and he's the daemon adagium and he was the healer of the people he is very much of consequence thanks

33 for 2000 years and very very tired

the gods suck and he will do anything to just ruin their days ⎛ especially bahamut ⎠

has a grudge against his brother's bloodline but actually none of that would've happened if verstael besithia hadn't decided to just enable ardyn to be the worst, imagine if literally anyone else had found him ...

charming and charismatic but also he sure as heck isn't going to really open up to anyone ⎛ except aera and she's not here ... ⎠ so honestly its a mystery ....

"didn't you die" yeah that was like last week, things change

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this is so unwise of me but i'm here to reapp ardyn izunia from final fantasy xv his app is under /app which is the same as it was last time! :)

Welcome back to scenic Isola Radiale, Ardyn!

You’ll be staying in TOWNHOUSE 209.

You’ll retain everything you had during your previous stay.

Enjoy your stay!

– ⋆ taygeta.

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ALTERNATIVE ALLEGORY ╱ OF THE COSMOS ❲ MARVEL ❳

ardyn is also adagium which is supposedly a cosmic entity that sorta functions like dormammu , but not conquering or whatever dormammu wants to do which seems to be rule over everything , because he has no desire to rule over anything truly . adagium is just interested in entropy , swallow things in darkness , or turn things to darkness ( daemons ) . 

he was once a king of light as ardyn , using his power then to heal by putting a little light in each being & taking the darkness . eventually this takes its toll , turning him into an immortal monster . while he hasn’t lost all of his light , he’s lost the greater majority of it . it’s as if all the light that he once had was inverted —- a second king of light challenged him & supposedly killed him . in truth , for what seemed like an endless amount of time , his living corpse was locked away from the rest of existence , taking his sorrow & twisting it into rage & hate . 

as king of light , he was known as a divine healer with the ability to cure other beings of any ailment , & to absolve them of their sins , as if those actions had never taken a toll on their souls . for that , he was also capable of seeing the state of another person’s soul , so he could know what to do .  he has some cool magical weapons ( power of kings ) , mostly swords but there are some other things in there . they are connected to his own soul . 

as adagium , his healing power has been suppressed & instead he takes ( absorbs ) the light from other beings , as if attempting to regain his own . this ability has snuffed the light out of entire planets & stars , but due to being locked away so long , he’s yet to take out an entire galaxy , but it won’t stop him from trying .  he does retain the other powers from his time as king of light , seeing souls , the power of kings , but he is also immortal , never aging from what he was on the day he first died ( which evidently makes him remain as a man of a very tired 33 ) . he has gained the ability to manipulate dark energy for attacks . 

this counts as a starter call, capped at 3

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Really, Ardyn hadn't meant to cause the other man so much distress- but it seemed rather clear, the more he observed, that this was the common outcome. Vash introduces himself in a way that reminds the once Chosen King of Prompto; nervous and endearing, and on the verge of tears. He'd always had some sort of ... fondness, perhaps, for the little gunman, because he was proof that the Gods could give souls to those who deserved them. Prompto was a kind person, and aside from his face, was nothing like Verstael. Truly, blessed by the Six for that one.

❝ If you are willing to learn, then I see no reason not to teach you. It seems many people come here to play, but a game should be enjoyed. ❞

❝ Vash, it truly is my honor to meet you. ❞ It's nice, he finds, to take someone else's hand in his and not feel the pull of a daemon and to not worry about whether or not he'll show signs of sickness- because he's not sick here. This ... this is the Beyond, in some form- and Ardyn truly planned to enjoy it to the fullest.

❝ Chess is one of the few things I was able to play with my own brother that wouldn't spark an argument. Somnus was rather stubborn, but it still brought us together ... during a rather horrid time in both our lives. Perhaps I will be able to guide you so that you may find comfort in this as well. That sad look on your face doesn't quite suit you. Let's work on remedying that. ❞

★ --;; It's not the first time an certainly not the last that Vash has been absolutely creamed at chess. There are simply too many people who have dragged him into a game, incapable of saying no whenever he drifts through the park. There are a few regulars here that find great joy in absolutely demolishing him, no matter how much he whines about it. Though-- come to think of it, that may be exactly why they keep asking him.

He might have to rethink that particular strategy. That, or have a checkers board stuffed into his bag whenever he meanders this way. Maybe then he'd experience something other than crushing defeat.

As it stands, Vash has seemingly melted where he sits, forehead sadly pressed against the permanent board installation after an embarrassingly short match, wilted beneath the searing rays of failure. He's doing a very good job at not crying. At least after this, maybe, just maybe, the little old lady that regularly asks him to a game a bit further down would show him a modicum of mercy. Somehow he doubts it.

"Vash," he says, sounding a bit past soggy. Probably he should give him his last name as well, but it's still not something he's in the habit of. Without looking up, one hand raises itself for a shake. A beat later, though, and he's slowly raising his head from its dejected resting place to look up at the newest addition to his long line of defeats. His eyebrows furrow, hand still frozen in place and great big red spot left residing on his forehead.

"You'd try n' teach me? Every time my brother did we just ended up squabblin'." That had been many, many decades ago at this point, but still.

[adagaium]

Pretentious & Poetic Sentences, Vol. 9

(Pretentious sentences from various sources for muses that like to speak in grandiose sentences. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Work can only ever be a mistress. Mistresses are ravenous."

"Our scars can destroy us, even after the physical wounds have healed. But if we survive them, they can transform us."

"If indeed there is a soul, we must consider then that there is still time for redemption."

"It's my finding that journeys end when and where they want to."

"God has a far more disturbed sense of humour than even I could have imagined."

"Understanding our past determines actively our ability to understand the present."

"What the eyes sees, the mind believes."

"We could circle each other and growl, sleep with one eye open, but that thought wearies me."

"We are all bound for heaven eventually, are we not?"

"Nature doesn't recognise good and evil. Nature only recognises balance and imbalance."

"Sometimes, what we wake up can't be put back to sleep."

"The road back from madness is a struggle. Only the luckiest of people find their way more or less back to the world you live in."

"The warrior who lifts his arm for the killer blow leaves his heart exposed."

"Who am I to play god with other people's lives?"

"I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell."

"Because of what you did, what's left of your soul will melt your poisonous heart."

"The city is just a prairie that combs its hair and shaves its face."

"Nobody hates history. They hate their own histories."

"You know, in certain older civilized cultures, when men failed as entirely as you have, they would throw themselves on their swords."

"I used to be like you - driven by ideology and fear, with no love of what's beautiful in the world."

"I often wake up at night, frightened with the understanding that there are things man shouldn't know."

"They think I'm hiding in the shadows, but I am the shadows."

"I wish I could dredge from my soul one speck of remorse, but I can't, so I'll stick to the business at hand and try not to smile too broadly."

"From the evidence, man's wisdom must walk hand in hand with his idiocy."

"A cold heart is a dead heart."

"The question is, will you still want the same things when you have become a different animal altogether?"

"We are all expendable in the wake of creation."

"The potential for destruction in each of us is infinite."

"Where were you when I was still kind?"

"I want to be the un-wobbling pivot at the centre of an ever-revolving universe. I want to be still."

"Would you be killed in your sleep like an ailing pet?"

"There are no answers to questions you can't even conceive."

"In the face of pain, there are no heroes."

"If you tamper with what's wild, you're bound to get kicked."

"The greatest sins in human history have been committed in the name of love."

"I talk to my cigarettes. The most they listen is ten minutes."

"The man I was before, he was consumed by ambition - by hubris. He never cared about anyone; all he cared about was walking with the gods."

"Every action causes ripples - consequences both obvious and unforeseen."

"The night, I think, is darker than we can really say."

"If I'd known your true colours, I'd have named you Cain."

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Ardyn had always been fond of music- from the old hymns of the past to the soft jazz that often played at his home in Gralea, it was something that brought him comfort. Music was a language that all people spoke, it was something that touched the very soul, and wasn't that exactly what he needed? So it was ... relieving in a sense, to see someone sitting and playing guitar. The style isn't something Ardyn has ever really taken time to listen to, but now's a good a time as ever. Now that he's settling in the Beyond ⎛ in Spirale ⎠ and he's starting to reconcile all that happened in the past- even though it isn't easy.

No one would find something like that to be easy, after all. Two thousand years of imprisonment followed by the crushing weight of the sins of the world. He had been angry and sad and in his grief, everyone else suffered. Adagium was all the world's evils, his greatest sin, and still he had been their salvation. When the little king sent him to the Beyond, the dawn had returned, and Ardyn had gotten everything that he wanted. The end of the line of Lucis, and the sun's return.

❝ Are you writing something of your own? ❞

❝ It is a wonderful skill to have- music is quite the way to communicate with others. Certainly there must be some old saying about it- ❞ but nothing immediately comes to mind.

The musician seems frustrated, though, which Ardyn would attribute the rather loud and disjointed sounds to. Music was emotion, music could reflect a balance in a person's soul, and while Ardyn had never spent much time learning instruments, he certainly knew how to sing. As to say, he knew enough to understand.

❝ But, you seem rather caught up in something. Something on your mind? I am willing to listen. ❞

@adagaium drew TEMPERANCE balanced interaction between the elements to create something new and fresh.

Never Fade Away. It topped the charts on the day of its release. And even in 2077, while it doesn't quite dominate, it's the reason Samurai is still mentioned by name. He can't remember what he was thinking when he wrote that. Was it pure anger, for what Arasaka had done to Alt? Was it the itching need to create when the world around him was being destroyed? Would he have written it if nothing had happened to Alt at all? He'll never be able to find out. Silverhand hasn't written a song in half a century, has no reason to keep doing so, and yet...

Fingers pluck aimlessly at the strings of his guitar, attempting to find a tune, a rhythm. The staircase towards the condominiums is hardly his aesthetic, doesn't fit the style he's looking for, yet he tries anyways. Note after note, beat after beat. He's searching, and he can't yet find anything bearing fruit... It's frustrating, to be stuck in a rut. Wanting to yell but having no outlet. Usually, Johnny would go empty out his pill bottle. Or maybe he'd get some drinks and wait for inspiration to hit in the morning. But he swears there was a tune somewhere in that head of his.

Something fresh, something new. Something a little too like his solo albums. It's loud, echoing off the walls in the dead of night. Oh yeah, this is gonna get a few noise complaints from the neighbors. But does he care? Nah. When has he ever.

[adagaium]

characters who are so inauthentic. characters who only show what they want other people to see of them. characters who simply must have control over every part of themselves. do you even get it

[adagaium]

❲ @starlightdive ❳

She's rather cheerful; it's the first thing Ardyn notices. There's always been something about people full of light that brought up some ... odd feeling in his chest, and he was never sure what to call it. It wasn't something bad, but it wasn't terribly good- almost a wariness, a nostalgic feeling that made him bristle ever so slightly. As if light was something precious and dangerous ⎛ because it was! ⎠

Certainly, though, he had heard of Warriors of Light- across time, there were legends of such people. Ardyn had never thought much about those legends, because he'd always been rather preoccupied with his own dealings; with being the chosen king, and then the healer of the people- then Chancellor of Niflheim, the Immortal Accursed. If he'd been given more time for himself, he would've loved to learn more about other legends from far away places.

She held herself as if she was from Eos, and perhaps she came from a place similar to it. She certainly seemed to know what Iaso was ⎛ the black chocobo chick had become quite spoiled in her younger form, always letting out rather sad sounding kwehs until he picked her up and held her in his arms wherever he went ⎠ , and that ... that was relieving.

❝ You know, you can pet her. She doesn't bite. You look like you've seen chocobos before, but maybe her plumage is as unique where you come from as it is from my own world. ❞

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"My good friend, Elminster, of shadowed-ale ... of Shadow... Dale? Yes, he! Him and the Seven Sisters... my guardians!" Volo babbled nonsensically, proud of himself for no particular reason. "Always there when I'm in- in a jiff. In a what-have-you. Danger."

Undoubtedly, the man sitting beside him is drunk. Exceptionally so. There was a part of Ardyn that found it endearing, and another part that found it mildly concerning. He'd built up quite the tolerance for alcohol over the years of his freedom, but perhaps that was not the same for his companion.

The man spoke of an old friend from a place that Ardyn had never heard about, and admittedly, he had encountered many things in this strange Beyond that he'd never heard of. Not that it was so bothersome, but he often had to take some small amount of time to formulate a reply, lest he make a fool of himself.

From what he was gathering, this man had allies who often came to his rescue, although from what, Ardyn couldn't say. Nor did he think asking would do any good- not with the man in such a state where he could barely complete a sentence. ❝ What a lovely thing, to have friends like that- ❞

If he really thought about it, Ardyn realized he was ... jealous. It had been quite some time since he had anyone who would come to his aid if he was in dire need of it- the people who had loved him were long since dead; two thousand years had passed since he had been among the people of Lucis as their healer. They loved him, truly, and even in his darkest hours, he loved them too.

❝ I do hope you were not in such peril often, ❞

It's friendly, because Ardyn was friendly- in his own way, a blend of the memories of so many people- his warmth was as genuine as his wrath. After everything, he still cared, and he wanted to be amiable, and he certainly didn't want this man collapsing- his ability to purify had been lost to him ⎛ as most of his abilities had ⎠ , so the best he could do was to subtly wave the bartender away when they approached with another round of drinks. ❝ Perhaps you will tell me more of your friends and your adventures, but I daresay it may be a sound idea to sober up a little beforehand. ❞

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❲ @amoirsetpacis ❳

Ardyn hadn't been able to really sit down for a chess game, but with how the match ended, he wasn't really sure if he could call it a real game. He'd beaten his opponent rather soundly ... and he couldn't help but feel a little bad about it. It really wasn't a fair fight ... but it had been a nice way to get to know another person, because Ardyn hadn't been able to make too many bonds. Yet. Plenty of people had approached for fleeting conversations, because Iaso was rather adorable as a chick, and Ardyn was reluctant to let her out of his sight. Maybe if she was grown ... no matter.

❝ Alright, I would assume that another game won't be necessary- do forgive me for that. I could try to teach you more about chess, though, ❞ Chess was the one thing that he could still look back and say he enjoyed to do with Somnus- before everything went to hell. Before the darkness.

Notably, that darkness had faded quite a bit. Ardyn had been enjoying the sun, feeling relieved that he didn't have to wear so many layers. A plain tunic and pants had been sufficient, and the warmth on his skin no longer felt like fire. Maybe that was why his spirits were better. If this was the Beyond, it wasn't so bad at all.

❝ And to think I asked you for a game without introducing myself properly, where have my manners gone? Ardyn Izunia, at your service, ❞ the introduction is finished with a little bow and a slight smirk.

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❲ @indivines ❳

Crimson bleeds across his pale silver like a wound, like the scourge, and Ardyn stares for a moment at the person he'd managed to bump into. Someone radiating an aura not so different from the daemons, from Adagium, and as he was, it was rather unsettling. Maybe when things went back to normal, he wouldn't feel like that. Maybe they'd ... they'd what? Get along? Ardyn's form of destruction and anger was directed at a single person, at Somnus.

This color reminded him of that battle. The one where Somnus lured him back to Insomnia and drove the sword through his chest. The day Aera died, and with her his faith in the Astrals. Where had the Six been when he wept for her, when he was brought to Angelgard and faced a gruesome punishment? Where were they for the 2000 years where he died and came back over and over and over?

To think he still prayed before meals ...

❝ What a feeling ... it isn't the first time I've taken in something like this... ❞ Of course it isn't. He'd let it consume him, but here ... he did his best not to let the crimson cloud his head. Not after he'd also gained a sylleblossom blue- ❝ Passion and rage and destruction. Like the daemons of Eos ... how peculiar. ❞

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When Sonic collides with him, blue spreads over his pale silver robes. Blue like the sylleblossoms that he used to offer to Aera in days long gone. The same ones that Lunafreya adored. It was the flower of the Oracle, a healer's flower- and hadn't Ardyn been a healer once?

You okay? You good?

Ardyn's eyes have taken on the blue color ⎛ brighter than what his once were ⎠ as the rest of it blooms in patterns not so different from sylleblossoms ⎛ but some appear as cracks upon his skin- starting at his fingertips as if he wore the Ring of the Lucii ⎠ and under this lens, the world seems ... different. He laughs and it's a real laugh- like the one he had before the darkness.

❝ I am well, blessedly uninjured, ❞ although, he sounds a little winded. Of course, because he was just hit by something running at the very least the speed of a car.

He takes a moment then to observe the ... animal? that has collided with him. A hedgehog, but much larger than any he's seen before, and standing on two legs instead of four. The most logical answer is that this one is from another world- as he had discovered many people were. ❝ You were simply enjoying your run- I am glad you ran into me instead of running into a building- ❞ Lighthearted. This blue color makes him feel ... When was the last time he'd been carefree?

❝ My name is Ardyn. This is not the ideal manner in which I would wish to meet new faces, but it can't be helped~! ❞

@adagaium liked for an event starter!

Sonic is never going to get over the novelty of how strange this city was— how the stars often aligned to present new, bizarre adventures of all shapes and sizes. The little hedgehog thought this event was particularly fun! Sort of like turning the world into a literal canvas, and being one of the many ink-stained brushes to bring color back into it!

Still, the changes to the city this time doesn't really give him much cause for concern. So, with the usual carefree abandon he has, he goes about his day like normal— zipping around every which way, exploring the city and running into people (often literally) to his heart's content.

He's still absolutely horrible at hitting the brakes, however, so unfortunately today's victim of having a bright blue creature ram into them is Ardyn.

"Whoops! Didn't see ya there mister! You okay? You good?"

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D&D Character Sheet Ask Meme

˜”*°•.˜”*°•  Headcanon prompts based on the D&D 5e character sheet!

Class: What is your muse’s dream job? What attempts have they made to pursue this kind of career, if any?

Level: How old is your muse? How do they celebrate their birthday, if they do so?

Background: Describe one major event that shaped your character into the person they are now, i.e. an event that resulted in a particular flaw or virtuous trait. 

Player Name: Describe a trait that the mun and the muse have in common.

Race: Where is your muse from? What aspects of their homeland culture, if any, do they retain in their everyday lives?

Alignment: Where does your muse lie on the alignment system? In general, do they tend to follow what they believe is right, or live up to the expectations of others?

Experience Points: Does your muse regularly get into fights? Do they normally win or lose? 

Proficiency Bonus: How quickly does your muse pick up new skills? Are they willing to learn new languages or skills?

Strength: How physically strong or athletic is your muse? Can they run long distances without tiring? Do they work out?

Dexterity: How agile is your muse? Are they particularly graceful with their movements, or are they clumsy and prone to losing their footing?

Constitution: Has your muse suffered any serious injuries or traumas in their life? Do they have any major scars, either physical or mental?

Intelligence: How smart is your muse? Are they generally prideful of their intelligence, or even lack thereof?

Wisdom: What steps, if any, does your muse go through before making an important decision? What criteria, if any, does a choice have to fulfil to be the ‘correct’ one?

Charisma: is your muse able to make people do what they ask them easily? Are they well-spoken?

Passive Wisdom: How observant is your muse? Do they have any impediments to their sight? Are they easily distracted?

Armor Class: Does your muse generally stray away from danger or seek it?

Proficiencies: Is there any one skill your muse is exceptionally good at? Do they apply this skill very often, or have they not even discovered it yet?

Languages: What languages can your muse speak? Can they speak them fluently, or are they rusty at some languages?

Spell slots: Does your muse believe in magic? If they bear a supernatural power, what is their attitude towards it?

Inspiration: What do you most enjoy about writing your muse? Any particular character traits or arcs that you enjoy playing out?

Initiative: Is your muse more of a leader or a follower? Do they do things on their own accord or wait for instructions?

Speed: How quickly can your muse complete a task assigned to them? Are they a procrastinator?

Hit dice: How long does it normally take your muse to recover from an injury? What is their pain tolerance like?

Death Saving Throws: Has your muse ever had a near-death experience, or knew someone who has? How did they cope with it?

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He's a pale silver, like the Glacian, and when he travels, his shadows look like flashes of light instead. Ardyn had been a healer, once ⎛ and at his core, he ... who was he anymore? Noctis had called him a kind and noble king- told him to return to how he was ... King of Light, a title that was rightfully his, and one that he never wanted! ⎠and as this pure and untainted thing ... he wanted to be again. So of course when he saw the fight, he moved to try to do something.

He's at the side of the person laying on the ground and there's that so called God he'd met before, shining white, cold ... the dark red that stains Ardyn's ⎛ now ⎠ pale fingertips brings a surge of resentment for the God who turned from the suffering of the people. Without his abilities, there's not much he can do, but he finds a small comfort in knowing that the person's breaths were steady.

Distantly, he remembers a battle like this. He remembers Regis laying unconscious on the steps before the Citadel. He remembers nudging him with his foot and wondering if he'd died. He would've killed Regis if Somnus hadn't shown himself. Adagium had delighted in destroying all that the Founder King had created, but Ardyn .... Ardyn the savior, he took no joy in seeing the sorrows of others.

❝ Ah, so you are truly a cruel God, ❞ comes the once-healer's voice, soft but bitter. ❝ Do gods usually sit back and do nothing, or is that simply unique to you? ❞

@adagaium

About six-thousand years ago, everything had been intricately planned out. From the direction of the wind to the rise of the sun; none of this was of His creation. What a disgrace. There wasn't even a hint of His holy light, in the darkness of night, only the traces of His footsteps on the ground and His touch against walls. Most peculiar. He could not even summon The Metatron to speak upon His behalf, stranded with little to no abilities of His divine being, left to wander a city He did not create, in a universe He was not privy to before.

He watches, as two civilians get into a scuffle. One bumped into the other, stepping into a puddle of a dark-red shade. A fist swings, and then the shouting begins. He watches distantly, holding His hands in front of Himself, quiet and observant. There is no need to draw unwanted attention, when the sun has already set and the street lamps have switched on.

The paint mixes with blood. He continues to watch, silently, before walking towards and observing the body on the ground. The aggressor has left already, red footsteps leading to their steps. He kneels down, next to the body; still alive, just twitching unconsciously. Medical help would be necessary. He makes no move to call for help, to aide this victim, instead tilting His head in observation.

[adagaium]

Nothing is familiar here, but he recognizes a divine presence when he feels one- and this woman's divinity is almost unbearable. Not that she herself was unbearable ⎛ at least, he knew too little to make that judgment, and Ardyn quite enjoyed company of any sort despite his views on Gods ⎠ but there was that part of him- the part that was Adagium- that wanted nothing to do with her. Per usual, he chooses not to listen to that, because there's no reason to be rude.

❝ Good day to you~! ❞ comes the greeting with its usual lilt. Mellifluous, he'd often been told. A part of his charm ⎛ cultivated over the years of freedom, because by the gods was he the exact opposite long ago. Gentle and kind, but never one suited to rule a kingdom. The Crystal had chosen ... wrong, perhaps. He often wished he never knew the truth ⎠ which seemed to have absolutely no effect on the woman before him.

Because she was, of course, a divinity. Or at least something like that. She held herself in that haughty way that the divine always had- flaunting their might above mortals and never doing anything when those who offered worship were suffering.

Woe, the fickle hearts of the gods! Assuming what he was looking at was a god ...

❝ You have been standing there for a time, perhaps lost in thought? ❞

❲ @ethermade ❳