By the Causeway, Sunday Evening

[furnaceface]

After his library shift, Jono hadn't exactly felt like skipping merrily back to his room. He'd spent his day pretty much sequestered away behind a desk, reading about ball and socket joints and the differences between ROM and RAM (which he still didn't grasp, but they had been words on a page, which was good enough for him), and now he wanted to walk.

It was amazing how much good some fresh air could actually do for a boy who didn't actually breathe, wasn't it?

The beach had never really been his speed, but there was something about just standing on the causeway and looking out over the water that seemed like a good way to spend one of those inexplicably melancholy Sunday evenings.

At least the sunset was pretty.

[Yeah, it's just a Jono thing. Open for anyone who wants to poke the emo jawless flaming telepath, or use the causeway, or whatever it is you do.]

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[thesolereaver.livejournal.com]

This... travesty of an event had passed. Raziel felt that relentless tug of the vortex again. That insistant prickling at the back of his mind that smacked of Moebius's meddling. He had been imprisoned here for three full days; three days that kept him from his search for the wretched Kain.

Raziel may or may not have been speaking some of his internal monologue out loud as he stalked across the causeway, paying no attention to anyone else in want of a jaw.

For now.

[furnaceface]

Well, so much for enjoying the sunset in peace.

Jono's eyebrow twitched upward as he turned to glance over his shoulder, taking in the sight of the... individual that was stalking by. And the monologuing. And what was just an overwhelming sense of somethingness that was prickling at the back of Jono's mind, practically radiating from this person.

But mostly at the lack of trousers. He'd be polite and not mention that part for the time being, though.

//In a bit of a mood, are we?//

Et tu, Starsmore?

[thesolereaver.livejournal.com]

Raziel's steps slowed significantly.

And then they stopped.

And then he swung around to face Jono, and yes, he did have a fundamental lack of clothes beyond the cloth. Or entrails. Or skin that wasn't blue.

"No," he intoned, "I am not in a mood. But I may be tempted to encroach on one."

Thank you, Raziel, a normal 'yes' would have sufficed.

[furnaceface]

Jono's eyebrow remained twitched upward. They could almost be brothers in jawless, entrail-less solidarity. Or something.

But again, trousers. Jono would be tempted to encroach on a mood too, if he was wandering around without trousers on. Especially considering...

Well. He wasn't going to go there.

//Sounds like you must've had a marvellous weekend, then. Fandom Island hospitality, and all.//

[thesolereaver.livejournal.com]

"I was abducted by Moebius, the time-streamer," Raziel bitched spoke. "I am not here of my own will."

His eyes would have visibly skipped towards Jono's bandages if they had any visible pupils.

[furnaceface]

//I see.// Jono shrugged. //Fandom thing, mate. I was abducted by sentient mist.//

And thus, a time-streamer didn't seem like such a big deal.

He was, however, openly contemplating Raziel's wrapping, there. His eyes did happen to have pupils. At the moment.

[thesolereaver.livejournal.com]

Raziel frowned. "A sentient mist," he repeated, slowly. "Did it in any fashion communicate its intentions, or did it choose to linger as an irritating mystery?"

Look, Raziel knew how this shit went down.

[furnaceface]

Jono would have snorted at that, if he'd had the ability to do so.

//Gave me a pamphlet for the school here and dropped me off at a terminal en route to this place,// he replied. //If that doesn't constitute its intentions being communicated clearly, I don't quite know what does.//

[thesolereaver.livejournal.com]

"Did this mist have a name?"

It could've been Moebius's. The timestreamer did have his fingers in every pie. "Are you certain it was legitimate?"

Raziel, stop grilling the boy.

[trigons_child]

After her confrontation with her father, Raven had drifted toward the causeway, contemplating what would happen if she simply fled Fandom like she had run away from Azarath. She wouldn't, of course. She would be separated from her friends and the strength they gave her, her father would find her anyway, and Anakin or someone else would come after her and bring her back and scold her for being so foolish. But she couldn't deny that the thought was tempting, for it might draw Trigon's attention away from here at least.

Then she saw Jono there and was hesitant to disturb him for a fleeting moment, but, well. Emo. Moth, flame. "Jono?" she said quietly, approaching him.

[furnaceface]

//Mm?// Jono turned at the familiar voice, giving a small bob of his head as he realized who was there. //Evening, luv.//

And then, because he wasn't the world's greatest conversationalist at the best of times but at least he realized that he was going to have to offer more to say than that, he added, //Lovely view out here, innit?//

[trigons_child]

"I was contemplating it myself," Raven said, just a touch of wistfulness in her voice. "Are you enjoying the sunset, or...is something bothering you?" Like she didn't know already.

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//It's mostly just me being me, gel,// Jono confessed, leaning back against the railing that separated the causeway from the sheer drop down to the water. //A little of this, a little of that. New semester, new people, that sort of thing.//

Because that wasn't vague at all. No, never.

//You?//

[trigons_child]

"I was merely wondering what it would be like if I left the island," Raven admitted, then hastily added, "Not that I intend to do such a thing." She'd still be here for two more years -- barring her father's intentions.

[furnaceface]

Well, that certainly earned a mildly concerned look for a moment, yes.

//It'd be lonely, I'd imagine. People'd worry about you. I suspect there would be a few who might attempt to follow you, if you were to leave too suddenly, you know.//

[trigons_child]

Raven nodded. "I know I would be followed and convinced to come back," she said with a small smile, and the thought that that would be the case actually made her feel a warm surge of happiness. "But I cannot lie and say the idea has never crossed my mind. My father...he is on the island now, and he has threatened everyone I care for. I ran away from Azarath to protect my home, but if I run away from here to do the same, he will merely find me again."

[furnaceface]

Please, pardon Jono while his pangs of melancholy twist about inside of him to form into something a little more anxious, and perhaps a bit on the wildly protective side.

... It involved smoke curling up from the edges of his bandages. Cranky Jonos were kind of scary Jonos.

//Here for the convention, is he?// He would have spat that, but there were some technical difficulties involved in that particular gesture. //Yer still safest here, aren't you?//

[living_endless]

"Hi," Didi said, waving a few fingers as she went up to him. She had no apparent specific reason to be on the causeway; it was just A Didi Thing. "How come we're out here? Want company?"

[furnaceface]

Didi Things were kind of awesome at moments like these. Serendipity in girlfriend format.

Jono could handle that, yes.

//I wouldn't be opposed to some company,// he replied, looking her way and nodding a hello. //Just... enjoyin' th'view. Not bad. I don't think enough people appreciate it from here, is all.//

[living_endless]

Didi stood beside him silently for a moment, surveying the landscape before them. "You're right," she said. "We don't take enough time to pay attention to things like this. We should We just ... don't."

Her hand snaked toward his, silently asking if he wanted the contact.

[furnaceface]

//I suppose people think there's not enough time to begin with.// He glanced down for a moment, and then he was taking her hand in his.

Yes, he did want the contact. It was something simple and human and normal, which made it more appreciated than all of the words in the world.

//But if we don't have time for this, what is there time for?//

[living_endless]

She closed her fingers around his. "There always seems to be time to stare at the TVs in the common room. And eating. I never realized how much time humans spend eating until -" She glanced at him, coloring a bit. "Sorry. bad example."

[furnaceface]

He shrugged a little, as though the gesture would somehow make that bad example just tumble off his shoulders and away into the water below, perhaps.

It mostly didn't work.

//Three meals a day, generally, with a bit of snacking here or there. I've heard they just spend hours a day on dinner alone, in Italy, with weird little rules like never mixing meat with seafood in the same meal. And there are some foods in some cultures that take literally months to prepare. I don't think I'd have the patience. I was more the microwaveable curry sort, back when.//

[living_endless]

"I used to forget to eat for ... years," Didi reminisced. Eating was mostly a formality for Endless; enjoyable and customary, but not, strictly speaking, necessary.

She tossed a pebble into the water.

"Sorry. I have days where being mortal is just the strangest thing ever."

[furnaceface]

//I think even yer run of the mill mortal has days like that,// Jono offered. //I find it happens when I think too much.//

It was kind of remarkable, just how much of life itself was impossible once you stopped to pick it all apart. Especially once you were doing so from the point of view of a boy who had been running around without everything from a heart to lungs to a spleen for well over a year, now.