...I guess not. It's just...
(looks off to the side again)
I'll admit it. I'm a mess. I'm just... I can't keep myself together most of the time.
But yesterday, and... and the last time something like yesterday happened... I don't know. I just... it clicked. I still don't know what it is, that could cause someone so terrible to be like some sort of—
Park (Reborn Aichi) (Yes, the Narrator is Actually Bringing the Kid Back. Hope for the Best)
-So many things happened...-
-Aichi had been by himself, quietly looking through his deck when suddenly everything felt wrong.-
-He managed to keep calm, and got out of there alongside some other people.-
"..."
-...He finds it strange. Other people were extremely scared, and while he was scared he managed to keep it together better than some of the adults he saw...-
-It has always been like this... He takes things very well. He doesn't cry, he doesn't whine, he doesn't get angry, he doesn't get paralyzed with fear...-
-He just... is able to continue on, even when he's nervous or scared, with near no problems.-
-Now he's here. They all escaped here, and he's wandering around, unsure of what to do.-
-He does feel very scared, actually. He takes a deep breath to try to calm down.-
-He sits on steps next to a lake, and looks at his reflection in the water.-
-Where is he supposed to go from here...? He has nowhere to stay... The building they all had been staying in is gone...-
-...He misses Big Sister Suiko, Big Sister Kourin, and Big Sister Rekka...-
-And so, a young boy looks rather nervous as he sits all by his lonesome...-
Edited by CrystalMemoria on Nov 27th 2018 at 9:16:14 AM
Park (Reborn Aichi)
-Aichi is surprised by the fox that suddenly approached him.-
"...H-Hello..."
-...Well, he supposes it's nice to have some company...-
"..."
-...Does the fox want food? Sadly he doesn't have any...-
"I don't have any treats... I'm sorry..."
-All he's got is his deck, his school books, and a sketchbook in his bag...-
Park (Reborn Aichi)
-Aichi smiles a little. The fox is pretty adorable, and even if he's a boy he can't help but be drawn in by the kit's cuteness.-
"...Can I pet you?"
-He knows better than to just pet a random wild animal, but it seems very docile. Perhaps it'll understand what he's asking?-
Edited by CrystalMemoria on Nov 27th 2018 at 9:36:18 AM
The Forest Outskirts
From the woods, two men slowly make their way forth, but to call them men is a fallacy, and to call them gods does the larger of the two an insulting disservice. The first, clad in white plate, stands two heads taller than any mere man. His face is stunning, handsome and beautiful, his gait precise even under what must be layers of armoured plate, powered by the egregiously large backpack it houses, and presence terrifying, a warrior of that there is no doubt and certainly, given the thoughtful tone in his voice, a scholar, as powerful in mind as he is in body.
But the second. The second is a God. Towering even over his companion, his own plate bears no comparison to the other's, save that it too is a pure, unspoiled white. Set deep, intricately and delicately into it is the repeated motif of an eye, shining with its own unwavering, internal brilliance at all who gaze upon it. Gold, more brilliant than any other gold one could hope to see in his puny, meager lifetime, trims and details the edges of his armour like the flash of the sun upon the sea on a cloudless evening. He too, is beautiful. Indeed, the lesser man's features reflect his, but as a polite mockery to the deep, wide-set eyes of this God, but this man's brilliance makes his pale in comparison, withering as quickly as a rose in the dead of winter in comparison.
Truly, if the lesser man is a Warrior, the greater is War. His armour, intricate and beautiful as it may be, is still armour. His fists are clad in gauntlets, thick and brutal, one of which wields a mace as tall as any mortal man. Even from a distance it is obvious that this God has utterly, completely and without remorse or doubt, crushed every single opponent he faced, wretched and mighty, into the ground, ground them into dust and burned them, burned worlds, into ash so completely and irrevocably that no book would record their history, no scribe would recall them no matter how great or grand their empire had been. But in his face is not only the stern, implacable depth of one accustomed to lifetimes of war, but of diplomacy, too. A master tactician but a man of thought and idea, policy. Standing proud in being not only a master of War, but of the sleight of hand in oration and rhetoric and deft to such degree as to be impossible to rebuke.
The two advanced slowly, in no rush as they conversed. The lesser had a tone of worry, but the God he had the absolute blessing, undeserved, of calling his companion dismissed him with a particular understanding kindness.
[forum cryptid: it/it's]Park
-she rolls up next to his leg and curls up, maybe you can hold her too?...-
-it is then a young man seems to walk by with a plastic bag in hand-
-he's not really dressed like anyone from today, more like old timey pictures if you saw any by chance-
-either way the fox reacts and runs for the man, and hops on his shoulder-
-he stares quietly at his lil friend, then aichi-
Edited by Lilqueendaisy on Nov 27th 2018 at 10:01:17 AM
LOVE IS STORED IN THE AXOLOTL!Park (Reborn Aichi)
-He was silently contemplating picking the fox up, but before he could the fox decided to run to the guy.-
-Aichi looks up at the old-fashioned Japanese man.-
"...Hello. Are you two friends?"
-Very quiet boy here... He seems shy as well.-
Edited by CrystalMemoria on Nov 27th 2018 at 12:11:15 PM

No, you wavered. You didn't pause. I remember it clear as day.