[That's still a surprise, when he encounters people like Ren. He's never been that optimistic, though he's pretended to be for the majority of his life. But this whole Nightfall thing and the existence of the supernatural and daemons and monsters have mostly put a stop to that.]
I figured you were more of an "I'll make coffee while the world burns" type~!
[Toki is now looking at a sword with a gilded handle. It looks so big and heavy. Humans have obviously found better weapons to arm the masses with, but he wonders if daemons still use things like this. He didn't attend the ball and never saw the lightning swords in action, but he heard them mentioned. He starts to ask Ren a question about said swords, but ends up staring at the one on display for far longer than necessary...
He's running from something, too scared to turn and see what it is. It will kill him, he knows this. It's snowing and dead gnarled trees rise from the icy ground, almost the same color as the snow. In front of him, the path stops. The trees seem to grow taller and whatever is behind him is coming closer, an oppressive feeling getting more and more intense. A woman emerges from a thick copse of trees to the right. She is dressed in white furs, her hands held in front of her, cupping a mass of fireflies. They blink in rainbow colors. Her hands wrinkle and age and the fireflies die. Something drives itself through his torso from behind. Looking down, he sees it's a tree branch, the jagged end covered in his blood and looking oddly like a skeletal hand with too-long fingers.
... He drops to his knees with a shout of pain. He can still feel the branch, his hand reaching for it, but it's not there. It will go away soon, but 'being impaled' is going on his list of things that really hurt and should be avoided at all costs.]
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[That's still a surprise, when he encounters people like Ren. He's never been that optimistic, though he's pretended to be for the majority of his life. But this whole Nightfall thing and the existence of the supernatural and daemons and monsters have mostly put a stop to that.]
I figured you were more of an "I'll make coffee while the world burns" type~!
[Toki is now looking at a sword with a gilded handle. It looks so big and heavy. Humans have obviously found better weapons to arm the masses with, but he wonders if daemons still use things like this. He didn't attend the ball and never saw the lightning swords in action, but he heard them mentioned. He starts to ask Ren a question about said swords, but ends up staring at the one on display for far longer than necessary...
He's running from something, too scared to turn and see what it is. It will kill him, he knows this. It's snowing and dead gnarled trees rise from the icy ground, almost the same color as the snow. In front of him, the path stops. The trees seem to grow taller and whatever is behind him is coming closer, an oppressive feeling getting more and more intense. A woman emerges from a thick copse of trees to the right. She is dressed in white furs, her hands held in front of her, cupping a mass of fireflies. They blink in rainbow colors. Her hands wrinkle and age and the fireflies die. Something drives itself through his torso from behind. Looking down, he sees it's a tree branch, the jagged end covered in his blood and looking oddly like a skeletal hand with too-long fingers.
... He drops to his knees with a shout of pain. He can still feel the branch, his hand reaching for it, but it's not there. It will go away soon, but 'being impaled' is going on his list of things that really hurt and should be avoided at all costs.]