25th of Ymiden
The Scalvoris Sapphire Inn
Lavander. He could smell it perfectly as he got up from what could barely be called a bed. It was just a piece of wood placed on a floor, but he didn't mind. Alexander had slept on much worse things before, and he was practically immune to uncomfortableness, considering he lived most of his life in taverns. What he did mind, probably the only thing he minded about the horribly-made room, was the fact that it had no light. How was he supposed to read without light? Alas, he shouldn't be complaining, for the room was free of charge and he could enjoy his life outside of it.
The morning had barely dawned as the boy put his coat around his shoulders and knocked on the door from the inside, hoping there would be someone kind enough to open it from the outside. It hadn't been that long that he was sleeping in the room, but he had already gotten used to being at the mercy of either other customers' curiosity or the hearing of one of the employees. It had worked out rather fine so far, he thought as he placed himself onto his bed after knocking once more. He had all the time in the world, in reality, so why would he be worried? The young mage smiled as he examined the dust that lay gathered on the bed on which he had slept the night before.
"You don't find it annoying?" A strange, deep voice came from right behind him, and the boy jumped, startled. He laughed afterwards, realising it was his eternal companion, the Harvester.
"Find what annoying?" Alexander said with a broad and happy smile on his otherwise serious face. Sometimes the Harvester was awfully impossible to understand. What could possibly be annoying about having to wait for someone to open the door from the outside every time you wanted to get out? A cockroach, Alex noted, found its way inside the room, but it swiftly escaped through the wall, like only cockroaches could, after seeing there was nothing for it inside the room. Fascinating creatures, cockroaches, such healing powers, he thought, getting distracted as he usually would.
"Being at the mercy of strangers. As long as they don't open the door, you're stuck here." The Harvester said, and Alexander put one hand on his chin in an effort to look like he was thinking. He really wasn't. He wasn't at the mercy of strangers either, in truth.
"I could always kick the door open if I wanted to." He calmly said, still smiling awkwardly. Another cockroach appeared in the other corner of the room. Or perhaps it was the same one. Why would it go into the same room twice, though, he wondered as he looked at its little head. A small chuckling noise came from the shadowy figure behind him as one of the other individuals staying at the inn opened the door with a strange look on his face. He wasn't expecting anyone to be inside the room, especially not someone who was talking to himself. Or maybe that was the exact type of person he would've expected to be in the room. Sometimes, Alex wished others could see the Harvester as well.
With a small nod of appreciation, he exited the room, the invisible shadow following right behind him. The steps creaked as the black boots of the young man walked over them. It was a strange sound, creaking. Only heard in steps, sometimes in old doors, nowhere else in nature. Was there an Immortal of creaking, Alexander wondered as he sat at the bar and ordered a glass of water. He wasn't hungry, and he didn't drink.
"Tell me, Harvester, what's it like in your world, is there creaking there?" The shadow, which was invisible to everyone but the mage, turned its head in confusion. He managed to confuse the spirit more often than not, and for all the Aberrants it had gone through in hopes of gaining power, this one was the strangest. He wasn't afraid of being seen talking to himself, or even questioning himself, in front of many others, and although many of the regulars were used to the odd few people in the inn, many of the not-so-regular clients looked at him strangely.
The shadow huffed in annoyance at the question. It really didn't matter if Emea had creaking. What mattered was what the boy was going to do. Whether, or rather when, he was going to get him more power. It had been a while since the last time he flayed, and the withdrawal was going to begin kicking in within trials, if not breaks.
"Don't worry, I'll get you some food soon. That is what you do with ether, right? You never answered that question either." He said, this time more quietly since many people would recognise the words ether and food in the same sentence and become quite worried. Nobody wanted to be eaten alive, after all. A curious trial, it was going to be, Alexander simply knew it.
The Scalvoris Sapphire Inn
Lavander. He could smell it perfectly as he got up from what could barely be called a bed. It was just a piece of wood placed on a floor, but he didn't mind. Alexander had slept on much worse things before, and he was practically immune to uncomfortableness, considering he lived most of his life in taverns. What he did mind, probably the only thing he minded about the horribly-made room, was the fact that it had no light. How was he supposed to read without light? Alas, he shouldn't be complaining, for the room was free of charge and he could enjoy his life outside of it.
The morning had barely dawned as the boy put his coat around his shoulders and knocked on the door from the inside, hoping there would be someone kind enough to open it from the outside. It hadn't been that long that he was sleeping in the room, but he had already gotten used to being at the mercy of either other customers' curiosity or the hearing of one of the employees. It had worked out rather fine so far, he thought as he placed himself onto his bed after knocking once more. He had all the time in the world, in reality, so why would he be worried? The young mage smiled as he examined the dust that lay gathered on the bed on which he had slept the night before.
"You don't find it annoying?" A strange, deep voice came from right behind him, and the boy jumped, startled. He laughed afterwards, realising it was his eternal companion, the Harvester.
"Find what annoying?" Alexander said with a broad and happy smile on his otherwise serious face. Sometimes the Harvester was awfully impossible to understand. What could possibly be annoying about having to wait for someone to open the door from the outside every time you wanted to get out? A cockroach, Alex noted, found its way inside the room, but it swiftly escaped through the wall, like only cockroaches could, after seeing there was nothing for it inside the room. Fascinating creatures, cockroaches, such healing powers, he thought, getting distracted as he usually would.
"Being at the mercy of strangers. As long as they don't open the door, you're stuck here." The Harvester said, and Alexander put one hand on his chin in an effort to look like he was thinking. He really wasn't. He wasn't at the mercy of strangers either, in truth.
"I could always kick the door open if I wanted to." He calmly said, still smiling awkwardly. Another cockroach appeared in the other corner of the room. Or perhaps it was the same one. Why would it go into the same room twice, though, he wondered as he looked at its little head. A small chuckling noise came from the shadowy figure behind him as one of the other individuals staying at the inn opened the door with a strange look on his face. He wasn't expecting anyone to be inside the room, especially not someone who was talking to himself. Or maybe that was the exact type of person he would've expected to be in the room. Sometimes, Alex wished others could see the Harvester as well.
With a small nod of appreciation, he exited the room, the invisible shadow following right behind him. The steps creaked as the black boots of the young man walked over them. It was a strange sound, creaking. Only heard in steps, sometimes in old doors, nowhere else in nature. Was there an Immortal of creaking, Alexander wondered as he sat at the bar and ordered a glass of water. He wasn't hungry, and he didn't drink.
"Tell me, Harvester, what's it like in your world, is there creaking there?" The shadow, which was invisible to everyone but the mage, turned its head in confusion. He managed to confuse the spirit more often than not, and for all the Aberrants it had gone through in hopes of gaining power, this one was the strangest. He wasn't afraid of being seen talking to himself, or even questioning himself, in front of many others, and although many of the regulars were used to the odd few people in the inn, many of the not-so-regular clients looked at him strangely.
The shadow huffed in annoyance at the question. It really didn't matter if Emea had creaking. What mattered was what the boy was going to do. Whether, or rather when, he was going to get him more power. It had been a while since the last time he flayed, and the withdrawal was going to begin kicking in within trials, if not breaks.
"Don't worry, I'll get you some food soon. That is what you do with ether, right? You never answered that question either." He said, this time more quietly since many people would recognise the words ether and food in the same sentence and become quite worried. Nobody wanted to be eaten alive, after all. A curious trial, it was going to be, Alexander simply knew it.