Aoba Seragaki ([personal profile] scrappyblue) wrote in [community profile] orendalogs 2018-11-15 01:20 am (UTC)

Yep. Aoba jumped. One moment there he was, ushered along and wondering at how something the Queen had made sound urgent became the exact opposite when addressed a la Declan, as well as how the winding path they took through the stacked structures of the Reef made him think more and more of home—and then he was presented, when he’d thought he’d seen every race this time had to offer, with a person whose appearance was downright Lovecraftian. And Aoba had never read Lovecraft.

Well. At least ‘planeswalker’ was a better title than ‘Chosen One’. It was more descriptive, less…ostentatious. Still something that a simple guy like Aoba had no business being, but at least it wasn’t ‘Chosen’.

He listened, uncertainty, choking back his automatic protests that Declan did indeed have to silence, only to have nothing to say when the Guardian leaned in with that whisper. Aoba looked from his friend to the strange—Agent, but at being offered ‘pretty much everything ever’ he could think of nothing at all.

“Ah…no. No, we’ve asked for what I need. That’s enough for me,” he answered, not in a whisper but softly and deferring. If there was anything important they needed, he presumed Declan would have asked already, and as shady as everything around them seemed, Aoba didn’t want them to owe any more ‘costs’ than they had to.

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