Event Post

[azuremagma]

In front of a cafe, sipping on a hot drink, you may see Cyril, pen in hand and scribbling notes. Unlike the last time you might have seen Cyril, he looks... put together. Probably moreso than he has in a while. His hair is the obnoxious 'trimmed but I'm wearing it messy anyway', face clean shaven, and his eyes seem to be a rather intense blue. But, most bizarrely, he's dressed in ancient Babylonian-esque clothes, dyed brilliant blues and purple.

If looked at closer, he's leaving small scorch marks on his cup and pen. Occasionally he will look up from his notes and look around, as if he's nervous or waiting for something. Maybe it's you! It's probably not you, but you should bother him anyway, he probably hasn't seen anyone in months.

Comments

[crystaline]

Well, you definitely look more cleaned up.

*hey look Cyril it's Escher again.*

[azuremagma]

Oh good there's been no weirdos.

"Ah, like I said. Beard dun suit me much. An' ya still look fantastic. Ya wanna drink? My treat."

[crystaline]

Why not? *she sits down, just as graceful as her skating would suggest*

Did you have to wait around here long?

[azuremagma]

He shakes his head.

"Ah, not really that long. Jus' ran inta an ol' friend'a mine. Anyway, cream, sugar? Iced?"

He hops up, rolling his shoulders.

[crystaline]

Iced is good.

An old friend? A good friend?

[azuremagma]

"Ah, 'e's the first friend I made 'ere. Anyway, gimme a second."

Just iced coffee, good. Called it. No need to be smug. ... or melt the cup. ... he emerges from the shop after a bit, focusing unusually hard for a guy just carrying iced coffee.

[crystaline]

*watching you give your all with focusing. she even waits until you put the cup down. ... oh, but she's playing with the pen that has the scorch marks on it.*

So, I'd wager you're an interesting type of guy, hm?

[azuremagma]

... shoulda pocketed that. He lets out a small sigh as he sits back down.

"What do ya mean by interestin'?"

[crystaline]

*maybe~ she traces the scorch marks on it, lightly, with a finger*

Hnmm... You give off a feeling. Like someone of authority.

[3_s33s_what]

*at another point, maybe before or after Escher's gotten to see you.

Sanshi actually sees you while he's walking along with a bag.*

... what th' hell are y'dressed in.

[azuremagma]

Probably before, in case the good mood may fade.

He looks confused, down at himself, back up.

"Oh, 's laundry day. Y'know, only clean outfit I've got?"

He manages to hold a straight face for about a second longer before he bursts into a cackle.

"'s a long fuckin' story Shades! Holy fuck is it good ta see ya." And before you can react. There's a Cyril throwing his arms around you. Luckily he's not burning you, but is. Warmer than a person really should be. He realizes this quickly and backs up. "'ow's the wife an' the sis?"

[3_s33s_what]

*Whoa-- oh my god you are pleased to see me. this is almost a shock. ... god you're warm. you're lucky it's the start of fall.*

Uh-- fine. They're both good. Sanko's been doin' good with school, things've been calm, things like that.

Y', uh. *looking you up and down*

Y'look like y'have somethin' goin' on, 'd say.

[azuremagma]

"Sweet! Glad yer still keepin' on keepin' on with the relatively normal lifestyle." He cackles at that last part.

"What gave it 'way? The outfit, my grin? Fuck, I THINK I'm gonna be on a date, Shades. Ah, shit, I ain't felt this good in ages, maybe not even since a bit after I got my first body after that nonsense with Briar."

He stretches upwards, back popping.

"Man, I've been back fer like two days this go 'round, an' it's already shapin' up ta be good. Ya got a bit, Shades, or am I keepin' ya?

[3_s33s_what]

Th' normal part's almost surreal at this point. An' a little borin'. But borin' is better than bein' screwed around with, yeah?

*... he snirks a bit*

A date? I think 'd be th' one keepin' ya then. But no, I was just walkin' home, that's all.

[azuremagma]

"Ah, I'll make 'urried shooin' motions an' catch ya later if I see 'er comin'. I mean, as normal as it gets 'ere. I can imagine if ya moved out where it's less weird ya an' Kurochi'd go mad."

[3_s33s_what]

Y'know what, prob'ly.

But I don't think 'd ever wanna move 'way from 'ere anyway, 'less th' place was gonna explode or somethin'. Explosions're generally bad f' one's health.

[azuremagma]

"Honestly, if this place was 'bout ta explode, what other place on the planet'd be safe? Pretty sure this is like the firs' an' las' line o' defense."

[ancient_prophecy]

::Walking by in a cloak, and just. Stares.::

[azuremagma]

He raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah, it's robes, but I ain't obscurin' my identity at least."

[ancient_prophecy]

I'm not exactly obscuring my identity, Prince of the Sea of the Azure Inferno.

::Who is this teenage twerp wearing a cloak and acting like she knows of you.::

[azuremagma]

He pauses at that. ... lights a cigarette.

"Yeah? I ain't got any fuckin' clue 'oo ya are anyway."

[ancient_prophecy]

Oh right.

I am the queen of the fae realm of the 12 Dimensions, and arbiter of the Great Dragon.

::Curteses as best as she can.::

[azuremagma]

"...Wait, what."

He tilts his head this way. That.

"Cyril, and... you already know. The rest. The 'ella ya doin' 'ere?"

[ancient_prophecy]

I'd make some self-important excuse in the past, but I'll be honest.

I snuck away from one of my meetings with the Seelie Court.

[azuremagma]

"...Is it that fuckin' borin'?"