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A stolen glance out towards the rest of the room between the tips of feathers told Lily enough information before Alma started to talk. They needed to match this energy the other three were presenting, or at least try to. Yes, it is was a scary and frankly horrible situation at the moment, but seriousness paired with doom and gloom weren’t exactly doing much to soothe her nerves as Lily pulled herself out from under Finntello’s wing. Keeping quiet until she was standing, finding it difficult to look at Alma before she had dusted herself off, it was slightly awkward having Finn so close with effectively his mother right next to them. Well, maybe she was the only one that felt awkward. “We don’t even know where we are, where are we supposed to start?” Lily’s eyebrows creased together, creating a small divot between them. “Other than the end goal of ‘getting home’, I mean.” Callisto remained near the entrance, casting his gaze around the small rag tag group. There was an inkling of annoyance that he wasn’t only with Xevon, but that was a hint of annoyance he could ignore because he knew it was silly. If they were to ever get back to earth, if this wasn’t earth, then Callisto could figure out the entangled mess that was his relationship with Xevon. Right now? Getting home. “I do not know where we are,” He paused to give a small gesture to Lily. “However, I do know that the creatures like Veles came from another, well, plane. As ridiculous as that sounds…actually on second thought you two have wings and we are cats, so I suppose it is not as ridiculous as I first thought.” Callisto’s meandering comment was flippant before he cleared his throat and steeled his expression ready to return to the task at hand. “This could be that place, if Veles’s realm was within it, it makes sense.” |
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Finn reluctantly sat up far more awake when Alma had broken the silence. His wings stretched out, aching with the ground he had slept on. The red tips quivered slightly as he stood up and dusted himself off slightly before his arms crossed over his chest, more of a resting position--it was more comfortable. His rusty red eyes swiveled, turning to Lily. She wasn't wrong. They had no real idea where they were. That was a good point. Or, alternatively, when in time they had ended up. The hotel seemed to be frozen in time, nothing changed, nothing aged--there was no dust on anything at all. Which added to the spookiness. The air was still and unmoving. Was, being keyword. The ruffle of a breeze through feathers and hair gave him a slight chill. But as he glanced from Lily to Alma, to Callisto and then to Xevon, he found himself a little bit curious. Callisto remained near the entrance, relatively aloof. That was usual for him. But the stance that Xevon had--that had changed. It was just as rigid as before but he had his shoulders positioned differently. Instead of closed off, as if leading a battalion, he had it angled toward--toward Alma. Finn's eyebrow raised slightly with the thought. So he was giving some leadership to Alma, not all of it, considering he still stood as if in line. He caught out of his thoughts as Callisto broke the silence and turned to him. "Another plane--of like existence?" "No, no," Alma waved one hand, tutting softly, "it is a realm. A dimension where only the gods could exist--" "... so are we dead or are we gods?" Finn's arms slowly lowered, taking Lily's hand again. His eyebrows furrowed, creasing in a weary uncertainty. Xevon's blood red eyes flashed subtly. "Or... are the gods dead and we are walking in the absence of ethereal presence?" |
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Callisto shook his head, his eyes creasing in exasperation towards Finntello’s comment. Absurd thought to even think, let alone voice outloud to the group. “We are not gods.” He huffed out, only sparing a glance towards Xevon as he spoke. That would be a terrifying thought indeed, one that should be voiced, unlike Finn’s genius comment. However, that would theoretically mean they were safer, there was no danger of other gods finding them an enacting some kind of punishment for being in their realm. Then again..that could also mean that darker creatures the gods used to keep at bay were now crawling all over the place. “This a lot of hypotheticals we are talking about.” Callisto began wearily, dipping his gaze from one to the next. “Would there be a way to determine the truth? I doubt it, unless we find somebody else wandering around here.” Lily almost jumped at the sensation of the hand grasping onto her own, he had come up from her blinded side and taken her by surprise. She did her best to keep from looking as startled as she had been, hopping into the conversation to distract herself. “Whatever this place is, and whatever happened here, I just want to figure out the way home.” Lily tilted her head slightly, her home was strangely right next to her she supposed. The weird group, more tentatively Callisto and Xevon, was truly the only tangible thing she had left that resembled a home. She had nothing now but the clothes given to her by Alma and the generosity she had received from both her and Finn. |
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Xevon made no real comment toward Finn either. He simply filed that in the space for the many, many, many stupid comments that Finn was going to make or had already made. Kids these days. The man shook his head lightly and turned toward Callisto as well. "That would be the only way I assume, finding someone." He left it at that, short curt and clean. Lily's comment drew his attention to her. Home. A small twist in his chest was the only reaction he had to her words. The way home. He had clung to that thought once--a group of them all clinging to the same thoughts. He had walked for miles upon miles with the group to try and figure out a way home as well. They spoke about what their plans were after they had gotten back home. Sergeant and himself were the only ones who made it home and then, he had found himself without a home yet again. He clear his head of his thoughts with a minute shake. "The best thing to do is get on the move. There is no food, little shelter and meager supplies here," he responded. "Unless we can find a map which tells us where we are, we keep searching." Finn's nose crinkled but he couldn't argue much with that. It wasn't like they had a choice. He kept himself on Lily's blind side, a touch... guilty. While he knew, in theory, it wasn't really his fault... he felt like it was. He should've been faster, been stronger, been... smarter. But he hadn't and they had all gotten lucky. Technically. He wasn't sure yet. But he was sure that Xevon hadn't moved at all, looking at Alma to await whatever she was going to say. The woman looked over the rag tag group and sighed. "Let's scout this place first, see what we can find. If we can't find anything in the ruins, then we'll head out." |
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Lily's eyes carried towards Alma as she finished up the planning, noting that Xevon seemed to be waiting for her to do exactly that. Interesting, sort of. Maybe the stoic man was simply loosening back up, it wasn't like she could read his thoughts. Scouting was a good plan after all, even if she didn't feel the pull of hunger, similar to the hotel. She kept that thought to herself for now, just because she didn't feel hungry didn't mean that they didn't need food. With a small nod to Alma, Lily twisted her neck to get a look at Finn beside her, having to overcompensate little to see him with her good eye. She couldn't smell any food or well anything actually, other than the ruined rotting wood and persistent musty scent. Nevertheless, she would search the place. "Let's go, I suppose." She hummed quietly, offering a short smile up towards the man before beginning to walk towards the rest of the shattered buildings, the movement tugging Finn along with her. Callisto was less enthralled with the concept of exploring the ruins, he couldn't smell anything useful so what was the point? Again, he bit his tongue. He didn't want to experience an Alma head clip or a seething look from Xevon, certainly not. No, instead he began to walk aimlessly through the ruined building, keeping note of where everyone was but in particular Xevon. Craning his neck to look through beams of old wood to see his wings, reassuring himself that the man was still there and hadn't been whisked away by a light breeze. Despite their interaction the previous night, he still felt like there was a solid wall surrounding Xevon. There were flickers of something in his eyes during their last conversation, but that was all it was. Flickers. |
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Xevon dipped his head lightly, hanging back as Finn trailed after Lily. Finn shrugged lightly and followed after the young woman. His eyes flickered with warmth. The young man glanced up and around the moss covered stones and the rotted wood that littered the ground around them. His eyes flicked back toward Lily before he let out a small noise. "Do you think... Xevon's going to be okay?" He whispered quietly, uneasy and trying to keep his voice low enough to not let Callisto hear. Alma began to piece through the wreckage, moving stones and whatnot. Anything she could move, she did. She wasn't afraid to move or disturb anything, fishing for something or anything. She didn't seem to care at all. Xevon swallowed wearily and glanced toward Callisto before shaking his head and took flight instead, soaring upwards into the air. His ruby red eyes scanned below, watching and waiting for anything to come up. Anything to happen. That was what they needed. They needed something that proved that there was still life in this world that wasn't them. It couldn't be them. If it was... it would make everything else so much harder. It would lower the chances of getting out of there, getting home. Getting them home. Xevon still wasn't sure if he had a home anymore. It was perhaps a touch unnerving of a thought. |
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