[There are some times in his life that were better, that weren't tinged with things that could have been, or things that shouldn't have been but were anyway; he doesnt seek them out because they're better. He seeks them out because everything that he attaches to those things have been an integral part of who he is, have contributed to what he's become - and those things are just as important to keep close, he thinks, than the events of the last few weeks that he spent in his world.
So tonight as he's out by the pool he goes through what he usually goes through - he conjures up memories of the island, of its multitudinous grey days overshadowed with clouds, of shattered drywood and homes that are more ramshackle than charming, of the neverending clowder of cats originally brought here to take care of the rats but now have staked out their own place on the far side. If you'd like to see his hometown, this is a good time to do it; if you remember him, even vaguely, and you'd like to know where he's from, or if you're just curious about what this guy is doing here for so damn long - he certainly doesn't see company as an interruption, and he seems rather familiar with the space and drawing up memories to be seen.
But then there's the external display, one of the places that he's only been to once in his life and has no way of returning to - it's a rainforest of some sort, tropical and wet and sweltering, but there's some respite nearer to him, brought about in the form of a massive waterfall draping majestic over cliffs high ahead, crashing loud and cacophonous and beautiful just near enough for stray mist and droplets to dampen your clothing, your skin. It's a lovely place; rainbows kick up in the mist.
It's probably somewhere important, in the scheme of things. He remembers a lot about this place for somewhere he's only been once, let's put it that way. Feel free to come join him; he certainly doesn't own the view.]
[II. Go Forth Into The Land To Which I Will Be Your Guide]
[Of course, there's interest for him in Springstar as well, though he doesn't spend much time there - it's due to a blessing from Yima that he can be there at all, and he's grateful for it, and while he doesn't intend to overuse it he's also not going to let it go to waste. So out into the daylight he goes, and it's…
It's surprisingly good, given that it's been a while. He isn't imbibing in anything, or partaking in any of the food, nor does he seem able to be tempted - but he actually is spending a good amount of time around the open grilling and festivities happening more or less all over the place. It seems to have put him at peace in a way that few things have since his arrival at…any world that isn't explicitly his own, to be honest; if he's joined at one of the outdoor tables he's found himself at, his gaze is quick to dart toward the crowds.]
They like to share stories about their worlds. I'd like to hear about yours.
[His voice is even, calm perhaps to a fault, but even if he's not maintaining eye contact it's still plain through his tone that he's interested and not just asking to kill time.
He wants to know what these people are looking forward to, what they want so desperately to return to - he's not going to argue that point with anyone unless they bring it up first, but he wants to know people just the same.]
[III. Wildcard]
[If you want to do or go somewhere else, then please feel free to drag me along for the journey, as I will happily be dragged. Either write your own starter and I'll follow, or come grab me on Discord or on plurk and we can plan! I'm more likely to tag other people regarding Alenroux, but if you want a prompt I can come up with a private one or something.]
Father Paul Hill | Zenith | Advocate
[There are some times in his life that were better, that weren't tinged with things that could have been, or things that shouldn't have been but were anyway; he doesnt seek them out because they're better. He seeks them out because everything that he attaches to those things have been an integral part of who he is, have contributed to what he's become - and those things are just as important to keep close, he thinks, than the events of the last few weeks that he spent in his world.
So tonight as he's out by the pool he goes through what he usually goes through - he conjures up memories of the island, of its multitudinous grey days overshadowed with clouds, of shattered drywood and homes that are more ramshackle than charming, of the neverending clowder of cats originally brought here to take care of the rats but now have staked out their own place on the far side. If you'd like to see his hometown, this is a good time to do it; if you remember him, even vaguely, and you'd like to know where he's from, or if you're just curious about what this guy is doing here for so damn long - he certainly doesn't see company as an interruption, and he seems rather familiar with the space and drawing up memories to be seen.
But then there's the external display, one of the places that he's only been to once in his life and has no way of returning to - it's a rainforest of some sort, tropical and wet and sweltering, but there's some respite nearer to him, brought about in the form of a massive waterfall draping majestic over cliffs high ahead, crashing loud and cacophonous and beautiful just near enough for stray mist and droplets to dampen your clothing, your skin. It's a lovely place; rainbows kick up in the mist.
It's probably somewhere important, in the scheme of things. He remembers a lot about this place for somewhere he's only been once, let's put it that way. Feel free to come join him; he certainly doesn't own the view.]
[II. Go Forth Into The Land To Which I Will Be Your Guide]
[Of course, there's interest for him in Springstar as well, though he doesn't spend much time there - it's due to a blessing from Yima that he can be there at all, and he's grateful for it, and while he doesn't intend to overuse it he's also not going to let it go to waste. So out into the daylight he goes, and it's…
It's surprisingly good, given that it's been a while. He isn't imbibing in anything, or partaking in any of the food, nor does he seem able to be tempted - but he actually is spending a good amount of time around the open grilling and festivities happening more or less all over the place. It seems to have put him at peace in a way that few things have since his arrival at…any world that isn't explicitly his own, to be honest; if he's joined at one of the outdoor tables he's found himself at, his gaze is quick to dart toward the crowds.]
They like to share stories about their worlds. I'd like to hear about yours.
[His voice is even, calm perhaps to a fault, but even if he's not maintaining eye contact it's still plain through his tone that he's interested and not just asking to kill time.
He wants to know what these people are looking forward to, what they want so desperately to return to - he's not going to argue that point with anyone unless they bring it up first, but he wants to know people just the same.]
[III. Wildcard]
[If you want to do or go somewhere else, then please feel free to drag me along for the journey, as I will happily be dragged. Either write your own starter and I'll follow, or come grab me on Discord or on plurk and we can plan! I'm more likely to tag other people regarding Alenroux, but if you want a prompt I can come up with a private one or something.]