[ Abel and Himeka — ? All this, over two people. All this chaos, this violence, putting the locals in danger, putting themselves in danger, putting Howl's comrades and friends in danger — the Pleroma cannot be serious. Two people. Of course, they are serious, because that very unfathomable situation is unfolding right now. But to hear it come from Dextera — ]
You...
[ Howl doesn't know what to think. If it were literally any other Pleroma, Howl would assume that this was an embarrassingly transparent trap. Whatever it is that Dextera could possibly want to see him for, it has to be nonsense, doesn't it?
But as Howl lingers in giving Dextera an answer, he feels his resistance softening. Dextera hasn't given up on him. Dextera, his first friend in this world, who has never leveled a single demand or judgment against him... ]
...alright. I'll grant you a few minutes, but no more.
[ Not simply because there's a battle happening around them, but because Howl wants Dextera to put his Shard away as soon as possible. It's incredibly dangerous for him to be contacting Howl like this for any amount of time.
A few seconds later, a black mass rises from the top of the spire and lifts off. Howl's spread wings tilt to the side, drawing a wide curve as he follows the trail of their communion and spots Dextera below.
His massive body lands with a heavy thump, barely managing to fit into the small alleyway his friend is hiding in. Shivering and shaking his feathers, Howl peers around, knowing that neither of them are completely safe. ]
WHERE ARE YOU? [ The voice is breathy and gravely, and new to this transformation. Howl hadn't spoken aloud in such a monstrous voice the last time they saw each other. ]
no subject
You...
[ Howl doesn't know what to think. If it were literally any other Pleroma, Howl would assume that this was an embarrassingly transparent trap. Whatever it is that Dextera could possibly want to see him for, it has to be nonsense, doesn't it?
But as Howl lingers in giving Dextera an answer, he feels his resistance softening. Dextera hasn't given up on him. Dextera, his first friend in this world, who has never leveled a single demand or judgment against him... ]
...alright. I'll grant you a few minutes, but no more.
[ Not simply because there's a battle happening around them, but because Howl wants Dextera to put his Shard away as soon as possible. It's incredibly dangerous for him to be contacting Howl like this for any amount of time.
A few seconds later, a black mass rises from the top of the spire and lifts off. Howl's spread wings tilt to the side, drawing a wide curve as he follows the trail of their communion and spots Dextera below.
His massive body lands with a heavy thump, barely managing to fit into the small alleyway his friend is hiding in. Shivering and shaking his feathers, Howl peers around, knowing that neither of them are completely safe. ]
WHERE ARE YOU? [ The voice is breathy and gravely, and new to this transformation. Howl hadn't spoken aloud in such a monstrous voice the last time they saw each other. ]