Cielo settles down on The Couch in the Embryon's untouched New York apartment for the first time in weeks. He sits down with a heavy sigh, and a heavy weight on his shoulders and heart. There's also a pen and paper in his lap, and he's looking down at it thoughtfully ( Read more... )

Man. This whole dusty, abandoned apartment thing sucks. So boring! And so dark. Not only was Old Portland how many feet underground, but the electricity to this sector must be out. No lights. Thus, Cielo has to rely on the heightened senses of his Atma to navigate. His eyes glow an eerie blue color in the darkness, and he can sense-- no, smell ( Read more... )

This was the first time Cielo had been brave enough to stray far away from Redfield Apartments by himself. He'd left Naomi and the Tribble Trio in Sera's care, packed up his side bags with candy for the journey, and headed out ( Read more... )