and he's pretty sure he didn't die from just going out of the reception hall for some cool air. (if he did, he's pretty sure emer would, like, die to just shake him for being dumb enough to trip to his death or something.)
still... joking thoughts aside... daylight surveys his surroundings, unsure which feeling he feels is the one he feels the most as he notes how things have both changed and remained since he had left. he knows he's had a growth spurt but everything feels so small now. weirdly ephemeral, in a sense?
after all this time, he still knows the layout of beacon, he muses while walking down familiar paths, feeling like he knows the place like the back of his servo. he wanders towards where he knows the bonfire will be, wondering if he'll run into someone and- ]
Oh. [ he does. he flashes the familiar face a little smile as raises his new lantern up, the bright pink/gold glow contrasting against his blue and purple paintjob. ] ... Hi. It's been a while, huh?
canon prompt. [ huh.
he's definitely sure he was just going out of the reception hall for some cool air. the last thing he remembers is walking out the door and... that's it, really. did he fall through a portal that opened beneath his pedes? did the archway spontaneously turn into a multiverse gate when no one was looking? are emer and nightbreak blaming poor taxon for this at this very moment? (yes, for the last question. poor guy.)
he foists his lantern up while he walks down what he hopes is a path to the town, keeping note of what he sees as the light that spills out of the lantern opening, illuminating his path and what he thinks is a path towards somewhere more populated. he thinks he sees a bonfire up ahead and oh-! look at that!
there's someone there! ]
Hey there! Hello! [ he smiles at the (most likely) smaller person as he approaches them, crouching a bit in hopes of not intimidating them. ] I come in peace and all that jazz. I'm a friendly alien, believe it or not.
Mind telling me where I am? I'm kind of in the middle of my wedding party and would like to get back to it before the dance is called.
daylight vis lornlit. | original character.
[ oh shit. he's back.
and he's pretty sure he didn't die from just going out of the reception hall for some cool air. (if he did, he's pretty sure emer would, like, die to just shake him for being dumb enough to trip to his death or something.)
still... joking thoughts aside... daylight surveys his surroundings, unsure which feeling he feels is the one he feels the most as he notes how things have both changed and remained since he had left. he knows he's had a growth spurt but everything feels so small now. weirdly ephemeral, in a sense?
after all this time, he still knows the layout of beacon, he muses while walking down familiar paths, feeling like he knows the place like the back of his servo. he wanders towards where he knows the bonfire will be, wondering if he'll run into someone and- ]
Oh. [ he does. he flashes the familiar face a little smile as raises his new lantern up, the bright pink/gold glow contrasting against his blue and purple paintjob. ] ... Hi. It's been a while, huh?
canon prompt.
[ huh.
he's definitely sure he was just going out of the reception hall for some cool air. the last thing he remembers is walking out the door and... that's it, really. did he fall through a portal that opened beneath his pedes? did the archway spontaneously turn into a multiverse gate when no one was looking? are emer and nightbreak blaming poor taxon for this at this very moment? (yes, for the last question. poor guy.)
he foists his lantern up while he walks down what he hopes is a path to the town, keeping note of what he sees as the light that spills out of the lantern opening, illuminating his path and what he thinks is a path towards somewhere more populated. he thinks he sees a bonfire up ahead and oh-! look at that!
there's someone there! ]
Hey there! Hello! [ he smiles at the (most likely) smaller person as he approaches them, crouching a bit in hopes of not intimidating them. ] I come in peace and all that jazz. I'm a friendly alien, believe it or not.
Mind telling me where I am? I'm kind of in the middle of my wedding party and would like to get back to it before the dance is called.