★ // your friendly neighborhood assassin

[burninglight]

Who: Ardyn + open
What: Someone missed the Assassin Festival and he's making up for it.
When: General period around Halloween because time is fake.
Where: Around the Station + Annex
Warnings: Reckless behavior on high places, but it's fine he can fly.

[There is a menace in Keystone.]

[Don't look up, because nearly anywhere you do a hooded figure in black is lurking. Possibly on top of the fridge or sitting on the top of a bookshelf in the library like he's fucking Spiderman or something. More alarmingly, he could be found perched on the edge of the viewing deck or casually walking on the railing of the Station's roof. It didn't look like he was unsteady or liable to trip--in fact he seemed pretty coordinated.]

[On occasion he'd remember to take the hood off--and sure enough it was clearly Ardyn, messy hair having gotten long enough to tie in a slightly uneven braid. At least he was clearly having fun, even if it probably looked like he was courting death by risking falling clear off the damn buildings.]

Comments

viewing deck

[nojohnyouare]

!

[Mai rushes out, because what is somebody not her showing a lack of self-preservation? But she stops, looks him over, and stares for a moment.]

...Fun?

[burninglight]

[woah there kid where's the fire]

Oh--sorry, didn't mean to startle you. [Ardyn sat down on the railing, pushing the hood back with a smile.] Yeah, kind of.

[nojohnyouare]

Oh. [She nods and walks over, leans onto the railing, and looks out.] I didn't know you could do that.

[burninglight]

Well, I'd guess most people can balance on a railing. [Ardyn leaned over, looking to the ground.]

It's having a plan for if you fall off that's the trick.

[nojohnyouare]

Abilities? Probably. Usually, with you.

[burninglight]

It's easy to warp out of a freefall. I can just throw a sword at the ground or to wherever I fell from and I'll be fine.

[A shrug.]

[nojohnyouare]

Mm. ...Clothes. From the mansion?

[burninglight]

Yeah. What do you think?

Library

[tomatowizard]

[Wizards read. Everyone knows this. Samata is no exception. She's got no less than seven books stacked on the reading desk she's claimed. Two of them are open as she flips back and forth between them while taking notes. As such, it takes a while for her to notice that anything odd is going on.

When she did, she froze, before slowly looking up to see the sinister figure perched on the bookshelf next to her. Her hand shakily reached for the heaviest of the books she had in front of her...]

[nojohnyouare]

Different. ...Something protective, but also for hiding. Useful. Like in Fissures.

Library

[whatsmytalentagain]

[Rantaro was minding his own buisness, heading into the library to check for any history books from this world, when he spots some weirdo perched on the nearby bookshelf.

Well, that's a sight to see. Rantaro keeps his distance from that particular bookshelf and just stares at the guy with a look of concern. What the hell?]

let's hit the viewing deck bc we don't want to scream in the library

[founderinglight]

[At some point in a late afternoon, husbandly amusement is going to be interrupted by the usual suspect, Izunia frowning and holding a reasonably familiar tablet under one arm. He looks tired, mostly, but at least it doesn't seem like he's been crying over it.]

- Ah. Having fun?

[burninglight]

[well, he was]

[Ardyn dropped from where he'd been doing a handstand on the railing to sit on it instead, frowning slightly at the sight of the tablet.]

...Afternoon. Haven't slept much?

[burninglight]

[The sinister figure broke out into a smile, yellow eyes bright beneath the hood, and...]

[...waved.]

Hello.

[burninglight]

[It's fine. He's just going to sit right here on the edge of this bookshelf and...take a book out of apparently thin air. That's normal.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[They both were. Half out of a vague concern for Ardyn's safety--young man you are two thousand and thirty-some years old, please don't hurt yourself--and half out of actually having a good time with this ridiculous assassin outfit thing and his husband's refreshing schoolboy antics.

fucking asscreed exists on eos it kinda freaks him out just a little

So when asshead comes wandering out onto the deck, Church does not turn in his seat to look at him. No. Do not ruin this for them.]

Oodles and oodles of fun pretending to swoop down on people and doing parkour I didn't even know you could do.

[founderinglight]

I'm not surprised he's taking advantage of losing his bad hip in a space time quandary of some sort.

[That's okay, Church, you don't have to look at him. Izunia opts for hopping up on the railing a few feet from Ardyn and holding out the tablet.

...What? He can't be shown up by his twin now.]

Here. I'm done with it.

[burninglight]

I don’t know what to tell you, that’s hardly my fault.

[Sighing, Ardyn took the tablet and immediately put it in some dark corner of the Armiger.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

What? You had an old man bad hip? Damn, I'm glad you don't have that now; it'd be inconvenient. [for sex]

before izunia

[motherfucking_ghost]

I'm amazed you still have that thing. Please tell me you're dropping down on people and scaring the absolute bejeezus out of them.

[burninglight]

Obviously I made sure I kept it, it’s fantastic.

...And yes, occasionally.

[founderinglight]

[Yes Church Izunia realizes that.]

Severely limited range of motion in the left hip; ankle, too, as I recall. Doesn't matter now, I suppose.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Can you go upside down and we can Spider-Man kiss at some point?

[burninglight]

Apparently.

[SIIIIIIGH.]

I’m fine.I can walk perfectly well for my age.

[burninglight]

I don’t know what that means but it sounds good to me.