[ The station is in disarray. The Natha can’t have been gone long, and already it seems to X’rhun that the place is falling apart at the seams. However, such things are far, far beyond him. They’ve no technology even close to this where he comes from, and while he’s familiarized himself with the communication devices and things like Prompto’s camera, the station is a different animal altogether.
All he can do is wait for sharper minds than his to step in to help.
In the meantime, he has taken to checking up on his loved ones still in stasis more often than normal. Thank the Twelve that the stasis room seems to be able to function on its own, but every time he crosses the threshold, there is a lingering dread that he will find darkened, thawing tubes, and the forms therein still and silent for completely different reasons.
Gods willing, that will never come to pass.
Arya is much as X’rhun remembers her, not just from his previous visits, but from their parting in Mor Dhona, when he bade her and the Warrior of Light farewell so that he might continue his pilgrimage. Funny, that his journey should continue on a completely different world, and it seems a terrible shame that she is not awake to see it. She would like Alisaie and Prompto both, and there is a part of him that yet holds out hope of having all of his students together again, to practice their arts in the yard outside of Alisaie and Prompto’s home.
One day, mayhap. He cannot let himself think otherwise.
It is not uncommon for there to be others in the stasis room, and the sounds of footfalls only warrant a cursory glance down the row of frozen and glowing glass. Color him surprised when he catches sight of an all-too familiar face. He figured Ardyn would have little need to come up here, if any at all, and yet there he is. ]
Taking a stroll?
[ X’rhun’s voice seems almost too loud in the quiet of the room, echoing over the soft hum of the stasis chambers. ]
action; early june
All he can do is wait for sharper minds than his to step in to help.
In the meantime, he has taken to checking up on his loved ones still in stasis more often than normal. Thank the Twelve that the stasis room seems to be able to function on its own, but every time he crosses the threshold, there is a lingering dread that he will find darkened, thawing tubes, and the forms therein still and silent for completely different reasons.
Gods willing, that will never come to pass.
Arya is much as X’rhun remembers her, not just from his previous visits, but from their parting in Mor Dhona, when he bade her and the Warrior of Light farewell so that he might continue his pilgrimage. Funny, that his journey should continue on a completely different world, and it seems a terrible shame that she is not awake to see it. She would like Alisaie and Prompto both, and there is a part of him that yet holds out hope of having all of his students together again, to practice their arts in the yard outside of Alisaie and Prompto’s home.
One day, mayhap. He cannot let himself think otherwise.
It is not uncommon for there to be others in the stasis room, and the sounds of footfalls only warrant a cursory glance down the row of frozen and glowing glass. Color him surprised when he catches sight of an all-too familiar face. He figured Ardyn would have little need to come up here, if any at all, and yet there he is. ]
Taking a stroll?
[ X’rhun’s voice seems almost too loud in the quiet of the room, echoing over the soft hum of the stasis chambers. ]