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Who: Aster, Richter Abend.
Where: Espoir.
Style: Either.
Status: Um, I'd like to say opened, but I'm going to have to go with closed for this, unless someone really wanted to join in. Although I guess I can work with this being opened - IDEK.
Axe and sword held by his side in hand, Richter navigated his way through the unfamiliar land. He still had no exact answers as to what this place was (other than that it was referred to as a “dream world”, but he had little information was to what that actually meant), or how he had even arrived, but those were concerns that were pushed back to the farthest parts of his mind now that something else had taken over as priority.
It should have been slightly obvious enough, he supposed, that the being he spoke to earlier wasn’t Ratatosk. But to claim that it was Aster (who he had been helpless to save, unable to bring back since his plans were foiled, who was dead for two years) - did this world have something to do with this, or was it perhaps a demon from Niflheim, attempting to play tricks with him? He wouldn’t be so caught off guard again by anything else like that, if that were the case.
Either way, Richter refused to stand for this without answers, which it seemed he’d soon receive. Spotting Ratatosk in the village he first arrived in by the oak tree - no, Aster - could he even refer to it as that - he made his way over to him, and he didn’t look too pleased.
But then again, when did he ever look pleased?
Where: Espoir.
Style: Either.
Status: Um, I'd like to say opened, but I'm going to have to go with closed for this, unless someone really wanted to join in. Although I guess I can work with this being opened - IDEK.
Axe and sword held by his side in hand, Richter navigated his way through the unfamiliar land. He still had no exact answers as to what this place was (other than that it was referred to as a “dream world”, but he had little information was to what that actually meant), or how he had even arrived, but those were concerns that were pushed back to the farthest parts of his mind now that something else had taken over as priority.
It should have been slightly obvious enough, he supposed, that the being he spoke to earlier wasn’t Ratatosk. But to claim that it was Aster (who he had been helpless to save, unable to bring back since his plans were foiled, who was dead for two years) - did this world have something to do with this, or was it perhaps a demon from Niflheim, attempting to play tricks with him? He wouldn’t be so caught off guard again by anything else like that, if that were the case.
Either way, Richter refused to stand for this without answers, which it seemed he’d soon receive. Spotting Ratatosk in the village he first arrived in by the oak tree - no, Aster - could he even refer to it as that - he made his way over to him, and he didn’t look too pleased.
But then again, when did he ever look pleased?