[Kratos looks less than talkative when he finally appears on the Plane-- that is, darker than usual. His recent discovery has shattered him in a way he isn't prepared for, but he has to keep going. At any cost. Can he really separate his heart from his duty ( Read more... )

[Kratos looks unhappier than usual as he steps onto the Plane. It's been a while, but he's only disoriented for a moment. He runs a hand through his hair, sighs, and walks briskly toward the forest.]

... My job should not be this difficult.

[He can only hope he isn't being followed by the brat he's trying to avoid.]

[ooc: Tiny canonbump to ( Read more... )

[There is a dark figure on the Plane. He doesn't move at first, and if it wasn't for that hair, he might even blend in. He seems preoccupied with a printout of Braxiatel's welcome brochure.

Suddenly, Kratos is pelted by a golf ball flying out of fucking nowhere a.k.a. that one black hole. He catches it before it hits the floor, stares at it, and ( Read more... )