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[songofthedeep]

Who: Cerceus, Ark, OPEN TO ANYONE
When: Morning
Where: The Village
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Nudity, Language
Summary: Ark is naked. Naked!Ark needs clothes. Cerceus dislikes clothes, and likes naked!Ark, but is willing to show her to the shops anyway. Hilarity may possibly ensue.

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[archive_sky]

Ark took in his posture - and his newly acquired pants - before threading her arm through his and offering him a smile. She was already in the process of deciding how she would behave once she met the other occupants of Sheol; Cerceus knew who she was and what she was and so there was no need for pretense. But the others, they would be a test... a chance to see if she could truly make use of the knowledge she coveted.

"Lead," she said simply.

[songofthedeep]

He walked her up the grassy hill and along the foot-worn path toward the village. The trees were clustered close around the path, but they broke as they emerged into the village... they had to walk the entire length of the settlement to get to the stores on the northernmost side. He passed the time by pointing things out.

"That cabin with the attached structure on the back, that's the forge. The blacksmith is a dark elf named Razzat. That one there belongs to Zack Fair... he's sort of elected himself keeper of chronicles for our little village here. That one belongs to my friend Axel, but he almost never uses it... you're more likely to find him wandering out in the woods. Akito lives there... we were lovers for a while."

And so on.

[unseeing_sight]

Hans was heading for the stores as well, his staff beating out a light tattoo on the path and cabin walls as he felt his way between two cabins. His keen hearing picked out Cerceus' voice from a way away. The words, the explanations indicated a new arrival, or that would be his best guess, at least.

He wondered if it was the girl he'd spoken to before, the girl who spoke German and wouldn't believe they were dead. He carried on in the general direction of the voices. Tap tap tap CRASH.

The crash was Hans catching his foot on a stone and dropping his staff as he hurtled towards the two walkers, blind eyes squeezed shut and bracing his arms to catch himself.

[archive_sky]

Ark moved like a striking serpent, pivoting on one foot and catching the falling boy by the neck; her thumb and index finger curved along the underside of his jaw. Her grip was more than enough to stop his forward momentum. Even without squeezing, though, the abruptness of the impact would have stung if such a feeling were possible.

...it had to be an uncomfortable way to be held, reducing airflow, and Ark realized that, using the palm of her other hand to take the boy by the shoulder and guide him back to stable footing before taking a step backwards. She glanced to Cy, waiting for an introduction.