It was impossible to tell what The One thought of his prosecution, for her face remained as unmoving as stone. Did she not care at all? Or just that they didn't want to show it? Whatever the case Tio knew he had fulfilled his purpose here to the best of his ability, and could take some small measure of comfort in that no matter the outcome. He allowed himself to lean back into his chair, decided to sit back and wait for this whole thing to reach a conclusion on its own.
That was until a very familiar pale-skinned man emerged from thin air in the space behind The One and rested a hand on their shoulder. Tio instinctively shot back at the sight of him, falling backwards out of his chair and tumbling head-first onto the floor! Not him again! Anyone but him! He shook his head as he scrambled to his feet, hoping the perhaps it had been a weirdly detailed trick of the light, but was not so lucky. The one Immortal he feared more than any other was here; the incarnation of death itself. Vri.
He listened warily as Vri spoke to The One, hackles raised at the ready to turn tail and run for his life at the drop of a hat. As much as he hoped to never have the Vri's attention on him, he had to admit he found himself oddly curious as to what Vri meant when he said that he had also loved and lost. He'd never really considered it before, but Jesine must have had a mother; a mortal one if what little he knew of mortalborn was correct. Did that mean Vri had fallen in love with a woman once? How exactly had he lost her? He felt a strange urge to ask, but restrained himself for fear of having the death god's eyes upon him. Maybe he'd ask Jesine if they ever met again.
Speaking of mortalborn Tio's eye widened with surprise as The One revealed that three of the other people in the room were just that: children of Faldrun, Edasha and Ymiden respectively! Three in one place! How remarkable! He properly looked at the three of them for the first time, noticing the faint brush of the symbols of destiny swirling around their bodies. While all their eyes were on The Judge he reached down inside and called upon his attunement spark, feeding it ether and feeling it rise to life. He tuned it in to focus on Varlum, Hart and Eliza, and behind his mask a smile grew as their frequencies sounded in his ears. They were all so different from each other, a cacophony of confusing notes and pitches, but eventually he found that same note in all three of them; a note he'd never heard in anyone else before. It was... hard to describe, like nothing he'd ever heard before. The closest comparison he could think of was a bolt of lightning looping around in an infinite circle: desperate to strike the ground, but restrained by its own strength. So this was the note of a mortalborn?
He'd remember that.
The air began to thrum, and Tio cancelled his frequency and allowed his spark to return to dormancy just before three more Immortals burst into existence. Damn, this whole place was turning into one big Immortal tea party. The feeling that he was perhaps quite a bit out of his league here gnawed at his chest, but since backing out didn't seem to be an option at this point he was forced to just stand there quietly and wave back awkwardly when Faldrun smiled at him for some reason. He didn't think he'd done anything to earn Faldrun's attention, but it was getting worryingly hard to keep track of which Immortal's toes he'd accidentally trodden on as of late. "Hey there Hot Stuff." He muttered quietly to the flaming god, hoping that they didn't decide to roast him to cinders for it.
Faldrun produced some kind of flaming heart-thing, and Tio's own recently acquired heart started to beat along in time with it. Vri had turned his attention to Varlum and held out a snowflake, talking about the strength of love and how it could do anything, and while Tio had absolutely no idea what was going on he could sense from the mood that it was somehow important. One by one the others accepted the snowflake, until it was just Tio left undecided.
Ah screw it. When it doubt, touch the thing.
"I don't have a lue what you're talking about, but it sounds like fun! I'll do it!" He announced, mentally accepting the thing.
That was until a very familiar pale-skinned man emerged from thin air in the space behind The One and rested a hand on their shoulder. Tio instinctively shot back at the sight of him, falling backwards out of his chair and tumbling head-first onto the floor! Not him again! Anyone but him! He shook his head as he scrambled to his feet, hoping the perhaps it had been a weirdly detailed trick of the light, but was not so lucky. The one Immortal he feared more than any other was here; the incarnation of death itself. Vri.
He listened warily as Vri spoke to The One, hackles raised at the ready to turn tail and run for his life at the drop of a hat. As much as he hoped to never have the Vri's attention on him, he had to admit he found himself oddly curious as to what Vri meant when he said that he had also loved and lost. He'd never really considered it before, but Jesine must have had a mother; a mortal one if what little he knew of mortalborn was correct. Did that mean Vri had fallen in love with a woman once? How exactly had he lost her? He felt a strange urge to ask, but restrained himself for fear of having the death god's eyes upon him. Maybe he'd ask Jesine if they ever met again.
Speaking of mortalborn Tio's eye widened with surprise as The One revealed that three of the other people in the room were just that: children of Faldrun, Edasha and Ymiden respectively! Three in one place! How remarkable! He properly looked at the three of them for the first time, noticing the faint brush of the symbols of destiny swirling around their bodies. While all their eyes were on The Judge he reached down inside and called upon his attunement spark, feeding it ether and feeling it rise to life. He tuned it in to focus on Varlum, Hart and Eliza, and behind his mask a smile grew as their frequencies sounded in his ears. They were all so different from each other, a cacophony of confusing notes and pitches, but eventually he found that same note in all three of them; a note he'd never heard in anyone else before. It was... hard to describe, like nothing he'd ever heard before. The closest comparison he could think of was a bolt of lightning looping around in an infinite circle: desperate to strike the ground, but restrained by its own strength. So this was the note of a mortalborn?
He'd remember that.
The air began to thrum, and Tio cancelled his frequency and allowed his spark to return to dormancy just before three more Immortals burst into existence. Damn, this whole place was turning into one big Immortal tea party. The feeling that he was perhaps quite a bit out of his league here gnawed at his chest, but since backing out didn't seem to be an option at this point he was forced to just stand there quietly and wave back awkwardly when Faldrun smiled at him for some reason. He didn't think he'd done anything to earn Faldrun's attention, but it was getting worryingly hard to keep track of which Immortal's toes he'd accidentally trodden on as of late. "Hey there Hot Stuff." He muttered quietly to the flaming god, hoping that they didn't decide to roast him to cinders for it.
Faldrun produced some kind of flaming heart-thing, and Tio's own recently acquired heart started to beat along in time with it. Vri had turned his attention to Varlum and held out a snowflake, talking about the strength of love and how it could do anything, and while Tio had absolutely no idea what was going on he could sense from the mood that it was somehow important. One by one the others accepted the snowflake, until it was just Tio left undecided.
Ah screw it. When it doubt, touch the thing.
"I don't have a lue what you're talking about, but it sounds like fun! I'll do it!" He announced, mentally accepting the thing.
