— 𝙂𝙄𝙇𝘿𝙀𝘿 𝘾𝘼𝙂𝙀.

/That man/. Oh, how they'd yearn to scoff and complain. They dip their chin low and snap their head in Sunday's general direction.

" How do you know that man? "

" Men are wont to dislike the truth, and might I add... the road to hell is paved with good intentions. It's a human saying I've come to know. What difference does it make between manipulation and murder? "

Pause. Void Archives suddenly freezes up to an inhumane degree. Some madman... >

" I am a venturing traveler, " they admit, vague. " Who are you, persistent chef? Kneading the dough as fine as a feline... "

A small jest on the side, canting their head this way and that and holding the pepper at peculiar angles. No person should be scrutinizing food like this.

// i’ll get to replies eventually, have been quite busy

head… reaching a hand for it.

“Look where it has left you. A once gilded shepherd now lost and alone.”

“Conclusion: you confuse chaos with reliability. Manipulation of your home world — people you’ve laughed and loved, besides — all for taking advantage of them. For what? For Order? Order is a system that requires chaos for it to function, my dear Sunday.”

Gaze flicks to the halo behind his >

More analyses ensue as the fellow maintains his monologuing... these tales are just another blip in their long life to be documented.

" What of you? Have you anything to share of yourself? "

They attempt to escape their hand from him.

what is Argenti doing? Though they are under a mask, their disposition screamed that of a babe witnessing such a gesture for the first time.

Coldly staring, an awkward stance, ought to make something out of it... the material of the knight's gauntlet has seen a fair few fights. >

" He is correct, and I would suppose... the Astral Express crew are equally intriguing and good folk, it's no wonder at all. I, however, am not meant to linger around such peoples, if my eviction was to tell. "

Moving on, at least they tried, until they felt metal clasp on metal. Their hands... >

Their pupils shrink even smaller — Sunday is flustering, either of morbid curiosity or out of fear. One of those. It requires a test, looming ever closer, bringing their face closer to his.

" You don't seem reliable enough to keep such a promise even should the Express leave nothing left of you. "

// THAT WAS MY FIRST DOUBLE RAINBOW AND I GOT A SUNDAY EIDOLON ON MY LAST 10 PULL WHAT JUST HAPPENED I DIDN'T EVEN SPEND ANYTHING

// apolocheese for lack of replies i will get to them eventually!!!

Void Archives, the pleasure is all mine. "

A wicked grin is offered, sharp rows of teeth bared.

" How many more greater heights must you fall, little bird? "

A reckless angel... no wonder he's among the so-called masses now. Metal gauntlet clinks as they raise it up to their face, casually removing their mask to reveal a human face but cat-like eyes... pupils shrinking.

" I am >

live amongst the meager humans, no? "

" Dreadfully philosophical. "

A quick observation. As they pick up on the rumbling of his throat — could it be the Halovian is intimidated, shy, perhaps? They tilt their head this way and that like a curious bird, fixated on the halo behind his head.

" You are liken to a fallen angel banished to >

the moment you hold me — i missed you, i'm 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮! i've given what i have, i showed you i'm growing; the as͟h͟e͟s fall slowly as your voice consoles me...

 
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blatant intrusion. These ingredients are something they've never seen before...

They initially intended for their footsteps to be light, but the enhanced senses of the Foxian caught them red-handed. Metal clinking, gilded digits picking up a peculiar pepper and scanning it over.

" Greetings, sir. In the midst of cooking? "

A nonchalant question despite their >

" What an honor it is. You are... "

Never mind their voice being familiar, Sunday's face is. A moment to process...

" You are a runaway criminal, no? "

The entity was currently occupied reading through a book (with a mask on, mind you), 'til they heard that voice. Unfamiliar, raising their head to look. What they see is a Halovian... a species they've yet to meet.

Book set aside, they stand up, walk by, looming over Sunday at full height. >

ask. I know you love to praise the good graces of the Beauty, so would you share them with me? I would like to document it. "

red strands from their palm, retracting their hand. Their own head of hair is quite messy by comparison, but just as long, if not longer.

About it becoming a lifestyle thanks to the teachings and tradition of an Aeon... they purse their lips lost in thought.

" Idrila, was it? Scratch my previous >

" Does he now? "

They pretend to be shocked, but the information is quite touching.

" He should be missing me, we are so very close, after all. Do you recall the few things he's said? "

However, there is no Welt here, only Argenti. Metallic gauntlet so nonchalantly slips the >

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// i must sleep i will get to mentions later today