Welcome to Edensphere, Bubbles and Trip
Characters: Seraph (shining_bind), Iris (elegantromantic), Glinda/Bubbles (bubble_ditz) and Osaka/Trip (lost_in_osaka)
Date/Time: Janurary 3rd, sometime.
Location: Hall of Beginnings
Rating: PG-13 for bare chesticles and other birthday nudity.
Summary: Trip and Bubbles arrive in Edensphere, and an unlikely duo are there to sparkle/stare disapprovingly at them.
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Ruby-tinted eyes flickered in a manner that may have been considered by some as a blink. To the untrained eye, ir would appear as nothing but a trick of the light, though anyone watching carefully would have been granted the rare sight of the old man (Or so he had been often called), blinking. With a faint exhalation, he lightly sat his journal on the bench.
Really, there was no accounting for taste. Alexi and Kanin seems upset that the 'Mystery Writer' had dedicated a novel to them. But, that was their own decision, and Seraph really couldn't find himself caring one way or the other. It was yet another thing to acknowledge as he passed the time. And Seraph did have a lot of time to pass.
"This is essentially the job of a guide." He pointed out to his trainee, trying to ignore the way iris seemed to have a fixation of 'beautifying' things. After the first hour or so, Seraph had all but given up on convincing him to stop embroidering hearts on the shirts for new arrivals. Instead, he would let Iris spend the time as he wished, so long as it didn't involve dumping glitter on him or telling him how fabulous he would look in a dress. (Many of his red spikes still had large flakes of glitter stuck in the gravity-defying hair. He tried his best to ignore this.)
"On the off chance that there is an arrival, you simple answer their questions and--"
He suddenly cut off, keen senses picking up on motion in the rows of cocoons. Crumbling. A hand went instinctively to his sword, but he didn't draw it.
...As irony would have it, the Tree had decided to bless them with new people today. Two of them, by the sound of it. He sighed.
Date/Time: Janurary 3rd, sometime.
Location: Hall of Beginnings
Rating: PG-13 for bare chesticles and other birthday nudity.
Summary: Trip and Bubbles arrive in Edensphere, and an unlikely duo are there to sparkle/stare disapprovingly at them.
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Ruby-tinted eyes flickered in a manner that may have been considered by some as a blink. To the untrained eye, ir would appear as nothing but a trick of the light, though anyone watching carefully would have been granted the rare sight of the old man (Or so he had been often called), blinking. With a faint exhalation, he lightly sat his journal on the bench.
Really, there was no accounting for taste. Alexi and Kanin seems upset that the 'Mystery Writer' had dedicated a novel to them. But, that was their own decision, and Seraph really couldn't find himself caring one way or the other. It was yet another thing to acknowledge as he passed the time. And Seraph did have a lot of time to pass.
"This is essentially the job of a guide." He pointed out to his trainee, trying to ignore the way iris seemed to have a fixation of 'beautifying' things. After the first hour or so, Seraph had all but given up on convincing him to stop embroidering hearts on the shirts for new arrivals. Instead, he would let Iris spend the time as he wished, so long as it didn't involve dumping glitter on him or telling him how fabulous he would look in a dress. (Many of his red spikes still had large flakes of glitter stuck in the gravity-defying hair. He tried his best to ignore this.)
"On the off chance that there is an arrival, you simple answer their questions and--"
He suddenly cut off, keen senses picking up on motion in the rows of cocoons. Crumbling. A hand went instinctively to his sword, but he didn't draw it.
...As irony would have it, the Tree had decided to bless them with new people today. Two of them, by the sound of it. He sighed.