Seaside, Reality's Theater [open :D]
There were merits in coming to the beach to sulk.. or simply to think. Lumine was unsure which he was doing-- the strange, cold upwelling of disappointment after his foray into the Nexus felt almost alien, and yet Axl's steady presence in the back of his mind was still quiet, deeply asleep after he'd pushed himself to the limits of exhaustion running sweep through the ruins. All else was quiet, his thoughts as curiously bleak as the beach around the theater's ruins.
He would have to return soon, and slip back into the half-awareness he'd had for days after awakening again in Axl's systems, looking out at the ragtag group of Hunters he'd later learned were the only survivors of their mutual homeworld. Lumine didn't want to die again so soon, and he didn't want to see the mental-emotional kaleidoscope that was Axl extinguished either due to Hunter paranoia. The other New Gen was different, and Lumine wanted-- needed to understand that difference to keep from nearly drowning in alien identities again should he ever manage to acquire a new form. To be otherwise was simply too distasteful, his previous loss of control over his identity shameful enough without a repeat of the experience.
Lumine stretched a little, sighing contentedly as his form actually stretched and shifted, and settled back in the patch of sunlight he'd found. He half-shut his eyes, letting the ocean's steady rhythm lull him as he watched the sparse foot-traffic move up and down the beach. He knew Axl's friends tended to frequent the area, but it seemed worth the risk. Perhaps his Other's exhaustion was finally penetrating, but the feeling of laziness was almost pleasant.
He would have to return soon, and slip back into the half-awareness he'd had for days after awakening again in Axl's systems, looking out at the ragtag group of Hunters he'd later learned were the only survivors of their mutual homeworld. Lumine didn't want to die again so soon, and he didn't want to see the mental-emotional kaleidoscope that was Axl extinguished either due to Hunter paranoia. The other New Gen was different, and Lumine wanted-- needed to understand that difference to keep from nearly drowning in alien identities again should he ever manage to acquire a new form. To be otherwise was simply too distasteful, his previous loss of control over his identity shameful enough without a repeat of the experience.
Lumine stretched a little, sighing contentedly as his form actually stretched and shifted, and settled back in the patch of sunlight he'd found. He half-shut his eyes, letting the ocean's steady rhythm lull him as he watched the sparse foot-traffic move up and down the beach. He knew Axl's friends tended to frequent the area, but it seemed worth the risk. Perhaps his Other's exhaustion was finally penetrating, but the feeling of laziness was almost pleasant.