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If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop digging.
Who: The Summoner and who ever happens upon him.
Where: Starting at the plaza and he'll end up on the island.
When: Late afternoon of the 12th
Style: Action
Status: Open.
Like when he first appeared, he'd think it a dream this time as well. Lysunder thought the first time surely was some nights even while he was there. Sweeps had past, so his memories of Vatheon faded and aged as he had. Upon arriving back in his own world and time, the winged troll picked back up as if he had never left, it was... strange to think of now, how he just fell back into place without a second thought. Made this aquatic domain seem even less real now. Returning just meant waking up and going back to his life, his goals, and Summoner did. He would've tried not to let his memories of this place and the people here distract him, and soon he didn't think of them at all, even falling into pity again only to shatter it with his own hands. But it didn't matter, he just returned, lived out more of his life, and now here he was,this place, again
So here he sat, in the plaza, an aged hand, calloused and rough- covering his lips stubble covered chin and his weary eyes looking over this place he only remembers now, after so long. A range of old memories slowly filling his mind, piecing together blurry pictures he's not sure what to do with.
Summoner was much older now, to flesh a bit darker now, tougher, scars more apparent on where his skin shows, even his face here and there. His wings look a darker shade of orange and even while folded, appear so much larger than they had been the first time he was here. Horns with slits and notches taken out, extending upwards just a little more than they had been before and looked to be stained darker in splotches at the tips. His clothing looks more fitted, the back a completely open circle for his wings to extend out of instead of slits like it had been, something better tailored for him. He doesn't seem to wear wrappings on his chest and neck anymore, the skin on his neck bare, showing what marks he has, and on his back where long vein like scars extend out from the base of his wings.
Still red though- his hair- still vibrant red, matching the tattered stripes going down the front of his pants.
"Heh, again with this, and after what I have done-" He stares off into nothing, facing the ground after letting what had happened soak in. The Summoner moves a hand through his hair, closing his eyes before pushing up on his knees. A hand ghosts over his neck, the side where he's sure the mark reappeared, where he remembers it, and his feet already start to take him away from the plaza, Lysunder's mind slowly wraps together a map of this place but finding it a little hard. He pushed so much of it back... everything here. How can he even return, how... how long has it been? It doesn't look like anything's changed but-
His shoulders relax, closing his eyes, and he slowly removes something from his sylladex he hadn't for a while. The pair of earrings are stared at for a while before he puts them on again and enters the elevator, heading up with a deep breath. After that, it doesn't take long for him to hit the sky and head towards that lighthouse to just... stare at the water from the shore. That's all he wants to do by this point. The Summoner knows this isn't a dream, but whatever it is he shouldn't be here, even more so now.
[OOC: Feel free to have your character happen upon him at any point from the plaza to the lighthouse. He'll end up in that final destination at some point. :U]
Where: Starting at the plaza and he'll end up on the island.
When: Late afternoon of the 12th
Style: Action
Status: Open.
Like when he first appeared, he'd think it a dream this time as well. Lysunder thought the first time surely was some nights even while he was there. Sweeps had past, so his memories of Vatheon faded and aged as he had. Upon arriving back in his own world and time, the winged troll picked back up as if he had never left, it was... strange to think of now, how he just fell back into place without a second thought. Made this aquatic domain seem even less real now. Returning just meant waking up and going back to his life, his goals, and Summoner did. He would've tried not to let his memories of this place and the people here distract him, and soon he didn't think of them at all, even falling into pity again only to shatter it with his own hands. But it didn't matter, he just returned, lived out more of his life, and now here he was,this place, again
So here he sat, in the plaza, an aged hand, calloused and rough- covering his lips stubble covered chin and his weary eyes looking over this place he only remembers now, after so long. A range of old memories slowly filling his mind, piecing together blurry pictures he's not sure what to do with.
Summoner was much older now, to flesh a bit darker now, tougher, scars more apparent on where his skin shows, even his face here and there. His wings look a darker shade of orange and even while folded, appear so much larger than they had been the first time he was here. Horns with slits and notches taken out, extending upwards just a little more than they had been before and looked to be stained darker in splotches at the tips. His clothing looks more fitted, the back a completely open circle for his wings to extend out of instead of slits like it had been, something better tailored for him. He doesn't seem to wear wrappings on his chest and neck anymore, the skin on his neck bare, showing what marks he has, and on his back where long vein like scars extend out from the base of his wings.
Still red though- his hair- still vibrant red, matching the tattered stripes going down the front of his pants.
"Heh, again with this, and after what I have done-" He stares off into nothing, facing the ground after letting what had happened soak in. The Summoner moves a hand through his hair, closing his eyes before pushing up on his knees. A hand ghosts over his neck, the side where he's sure the mark reappeared, where he remembers it, and his feet already start to take him away from the plaza, Lysunder's mind slowly wraps together a map of this place but finding it a little hard. He pushed so much of it back... everything here. How can he even return, how... how long has it been? It doesn't look like anything's changed but-
His shoulders relax, closing his eyes, and he slowly removes something from his sylladex he hadn't for a while. The pair of earrings are stared at for a while before he puts them on again and enters the elevator, heading up with a deep breath. After that, it doesn't take long for him to hit the sky and head towards that lighthouse to just... stare at the water from the shore. That's all he wants to do by this point. The Summoner knows this isn't a dream, but whatever it is he shouldn't be here, even more so now.
[OOC: Feel free to have your character happen upon him at any point from the plaza to the lighthouse. He'll end up in that final destination at some point. :U]