Day 2: Second verse, same as the first.

[mercykillings]

Characters: [AU] Original!Ion; [AU] Guy (closed)
Location: Grand Chokmah
Time: Day 2, late afternoon
Warnings: None so far~

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[remainingblade]

Confusion would be a bit of an understatement for what Gailardia was currently feeling. Under the circumstances, he felt it was a perfectly allowable emotion, considering that generally when one walked through the door into the Cathedral in Daath, they didn't end up in Grand Chokmah, of all places

[mercykillings]

The number of people congregating to see for themselves what exactly the Fon Master of all people would be doing walking out and about without a fleet of guards (rather, that was what Ion assumed the people were most curious about) disippated as he made his slow, careful treck across the lovely work of architecture. The initial shock induced by the realization that he simply wasn't home anymore had long since faded, along with any real desire to find out precisely why. A wonderful something he learned through submerging himself in political affairs is that, despite how romantic it would be if the opposite were true, everything happens for a reason. The black and purple sky would not simply turn blue without an equally outlandish explanation. Such an explanation would unveil itself slowly but surely

[remainingblade]

Well, that was odd. He'd noticed the crowd, but had assumed it was just another street performer or vendor hawking their wares. But as people slowly began to go their separate ways, he didn't see either of those things. Some sort of accident, maybe? Or--

Gailardia was jerked forcefully from his thoughts as he noticed the small figure separating himself from the crowd. The outfit was unfamiliar, but the face and the hair... he shook his head to make sure he wasn't imagining things. Surely the Fon Master hadn't been affected by the same transportation magic as Gailardia had? That was all he needed, to end up embroiled in more of an international incident than Akzeriuth had already been. Maybe this was all some sort of ploy of Van's, to get Gailardia away while he-- no, he wasn't going to think about that yet. Finding out what was going on with Ion came first.

"Fon Master?" he called, loudly enough for the boy to hear but hopefully not enough to attract unwanted attention from other passersby.

[mercykillings]

The gravity of the situatuation dawned upon him as the man called his name and his instincts told him immediately, this could be bad. All he could do at that instant was widen his eyes in slight surprise at the man's acknowledgement.

Though the softness of his voice belied the distrust he felt towards the other man, he responded with a small smile (though the perpetual darkness of his eyes were a clear enough indicator that he wasn't as genial as he appeared) and a few small, almost tentative steps towards the dark figure.

"Greetings," he said in turn, pale hand never leaving the railing of the bridge as he approached the man; while he wasn't looking forward to engaging with him unarmed, the idea of dying simply out of sheer stupidity or naivete on his part was just as unappealing, if not more so to the Fon Master.