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Who: Mithos Yggdrasill, Kratos Aurion
Where:
When: Three days after Mithos' presence became known to Ad Libitum.
What: A long awaited - and dreaded - talk between Mithos and Kratos.
Ratings/Warnings: G - Nothing to worry about.
Status: COMPLETE
It took Mithos only a day to find out where Kratos was. It was no secret; Kratos was some kind of a big wig in Ad Libitum, the guild that Yuan had told the young Seraph about. They were apparently operating in a building in town, near an inn where they commonly hung out.
The Lord of Cruxis was able to track Kratos easily, and found waited until he was in his office late at night, with few other guild members awake or even at the building. In his adult form, he felt he would be more presentable, even though Kratos knew who Mithos was for millenia; back before Mithos even bore a Cruxis Crystal. He would teleport into Kratos' office when the night was quiet, his purple, translucent wings fluttering slightly as Mithos hovered in the air, with one leg in front of the other in his trademark stance, as if he were standing on one tippy-toe. "Good evening, Kratos." he said quietly, his long blonde hair cascading behind him, with a snide smile on the face of the seraph. "I hope you're not too surprised to see me."
Where:
When: Three days after Mithos' presence became known to Ad Libitum.
What: A long awaited - and dreaded - talk between Mithos and Kratos.
Ratings/Warnings: G - Nothing to worry about.
Status: COMPLETE
It took Mithos only a day to find out where Kratos was. It was no secret; Kratos was some kind of a big wig in Ad Libitum, the guild that Yuan had told the young Seraph about. They were apparently operating in a building in town, near an inn where they commonly hung out.
The Lord of Cruxis was able to track Kratos easily, and found waited until he was in his office late at night, with few other guild members awake or even at the building. In his adult form, he felt he would be more presentable, even though Kratos knew who Mithos was for millenia; back before Mithos even bore a Cruxis Crystal. He would teleport into Kratos' office when the night was quiet, his purple, translucent wings fluttering slightly as Mithos hovered in the air, with one leg in front of the other in his trademark stance, as if he were standing on one tippy-toe. "Good evening, Kratos." he said quietly, his long blonde hair cascading behind him, with a snide smile on the face of the seraph. "I hope you're not too surprised to see me."