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songerein2023-06-17 09:40 pm
noctuagoetia) wrote in songerein2023-06-17 09:40 pm
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[Open] ☆ 5th Page ☆ Owl Be Back
Who: Stolas and you!
Which: Open Log
Where: The little cabaret club in Reverein.
When: Back dated to when he puffed for his canon update three days later
What: Stolas returns back from disappearing to have a jolly ol' time back in Hell, only to puff right back in the middle of town looking like a cat chewed him up.
Warnings: Possible talk of death. And dad jokes
The day started out normal enough. Well, as 'normal' a dreamland could be after the most recent event that rocked Reverein that is. The town square was probable a buzz with native and dreamers alike as they went about to survey the damages the Stary Eater's chaos had brought. Though whatever powers were at play had another idea instore.
As if a new arrival was entering Reverein, though the timing was all wrong, a portal opened smack dab in the middle of The Square. Unceremoniously it dumped out one Ars Geotia out on his ass. The sudden drop got a shocked hoot from the massive owl as he crumpled to the cobblestone below and the gateway closed behind him, its job complete. Welp, not as graceful as the first time he arrived... Though Stolas had seen better days. The Goetic Prince had returned sporting injuries that he did not have when he disappear. He was covered in bandages with his left arm and right leg in a cast, making it impossible for him to stand. In fact, he was just laying there limp as a ragdoll as he stared up at the sky.
What the Hell was going on? Trying to make sense of what he had just experienced... It felt so real, going back home, no memory of this place... He would have chalked it all up to it being a vivid dream if his injuries didn't painfully throb. Yep... yep... it was real. It all happened. But why did this place send him away only to bring him back? Ugh... He would have to wait to address that later... First thing first, getting himself off the ground would be a good start.
Rolling over onto his side, Stolas called out for help. "E-excuse me, could you lend me a hand? Currently I have no leg to stand on."
Which: Open Log
Where: The little cabaret club in Reverein.
When: Back dated to when he puffed for his canon update three days later
What: Stolas returns back from disappearing to have a jolly ol' time back in Hell, only to puff right back in the middle of town looking like a cat chewed him up.
Warnings: Possible talk of death. And dad jokes
The day started out normal enough. Well, as 'normal' a dreamland could be after the most recent event that rocked Reverein that is. The town square was probable a buzz with native and dreamers alike as they went about to survey the damages the Stary Eater's chaos had brought. Though whatever powers were at play had another idea instore.
As if a new arrival was entering Reverein, though the timing was all wrong, a portal opened smack dab in the middle of The Square. Unceremoniously it dumped out one Ars Geotia out on his ass. The sudden drop got a shocked hoot from the massive owl as he crumpled to the cobblestone below and the gateway closed behind him, its job complete. Welp, not as graceful as the first time he arrived... Though Stolas had seen better days. The Goetic Prince had returned sporting injuries that he did not have when he disappear. He was covered in bandages with his left arm and right leg in a cast, making it impossible for him to stand. In fact, he was just laying there limp as a ragdoll as he stared up at the sky.
What the Hell was going on? Trying to make sense of what he had just experienced... It felt so real, going back home, no memory of this place... He would have chalked it all up to it being a vivid dream if his injuries didn't painfully throb. Yep... yep... it was real. It all happened. But why did this place send him away only to bring him back? Ugh... He would have to wait to address that later... First thing first, getting himself off the ground would be a good start.
Rolling over onto his side, Stolas called out for help. "E-excuse me, could you lend me a hand? Currently I have no leg to stand on."
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Oh Satan.... how long had be been away here? To be honest, he didn't know how time worked in Reverein. When he returned home it was like as if no time had passed. But seeing the look on Blitzø's face told him he was gone for some amount of time. And to show up looking like this no less. Would be a shocking for anyone.
"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes, Darling." Trying his best to smile through the pain, the goetia hooted softly. "Sorry to have startled you. I'm sure you have questions and I will be more than happy to answer but... I've had quite the taxing day of nearly being assassinated and would like to get off the ground if you don't mind."
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Assassinated... what the fuck. Who would try to assassinate Stolas here? He didn't see any weirdo holier-than-thou types around here. Or did he mean back in Hell? That couldn't be the case, that literally wasn't a thing, right?
At least Via and Akechi were going to be relieved. Well. Fuck. Not about the assassination thing. But that probably was less surprising?? But demon princes don't get hurt like this...
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Oh my! Despite his small stature, Blitzø was quite strong. Oh, he's had so many dreams about Blitzø dramatically whisking him away like some fairytale princess. Though he wished it happened for real under better circumstances. Feeling how warm and solid the imp was solidified that he wasn't having another dream, that he was back and safe
(ish?). Stolas exhaled a soft sigh, leaning into Blitzø's chest, closing his tired eyes."How long have I been away? Is Via alright? Oh my poor owlette must be worried sick."
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Something about that came has a relief. Better than three months at least. Blitzø must have been shaken up to from his disappearance, almost quite literally. The tremble in the imp's arms didn't go unnoticed but the owl kept it to himself. Oh shit. The last night he was in Reverein was when they fell asleep together on his couch... He couldn't imagine what Blitzø must have felt waking up to find him gone. A twinge of guilt prickled in his heart.
"Its been three months for me..." He eventual muttered. "It was so strange waking back up. It is true what I was told about not having any memory of this place. Time standing still... It all came rushing back the moment I fell through the portal." Stolas mused to himself before pausing. What should he say? "... A lot of things happened when I went back. Today, or what I feel like was today, I was having a meeting to iron out the arrangements of my divorce from Stella when I was taken by your little cowboy friend. Who now I realize isn't your friend judging by his desire to kill me. I pieced together that he was hired by my wife to dispose of me. Still, I don't know how he got his claws on Holy Artifacts..."
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His fault. His fault, his fault, all his fault. If he hadn't been staring at Loona like a dumbass and actually taken the shot at Striker, this wouldn't have happened. Fuck. How did he always fuck everything up?
He's quiet for way too long, and he doesn't realize at first that he stopped walking and just... stood there.
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When was the first time? Thinking back to the first time he had ran into this Striker fellow, it was at the Harvest Moon Festival. Was it then? He had no idea something like that had went down. Or was it a different time enterally? But that thought just shoved into the back of his mind suddenly noticing that they had stopped moving.
"...Blitz?.... Are you alright?"
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"Just... fuck. Angelic weapons, huh... fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I should've taken the shot on that fucker when I had it. This wouldn't have happened."
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"Did something happen at the Harvest Festival? Thats the only instance that I can recall we were all together at one place."
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"How could you have know?" Stolas spoke softly. "Its not your fault. You didn't hire the hit on me. That responsibility lays squarely on Stella's shoulders."
Though the hit would have bever been called if he didn't sleep with Blitzø. But for that, he would not apologize for. He would do it all again.
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"...I told... the kids that you probably kept dream journals or some shit. That we wouldn't get left behind," he added. Another fuck up. Another disaster. "Because of Akechi."
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Even though it was Moxxie and Millie who came to his aid, and even then... it was Stella who called it off. Probably best to keep from him that he wasn't even there for his rescue. That would only make him feel worse about the situation.
"I think what you told them was nice. Give them a little peace of mind..." He hummed, going silent. "I am sorry for disappearing. I promise you that it was not my choice."
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As he said that, he nuzzled against the imp's breast. All the time he spent with Blitzø, the good and the bad... he wanted to remember it all.
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"I have to remember."
When he wakes up, he had to remember. There was way, way too much to lose here.
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"Then I will add that to the list of things I need to sort out." Stolas said with steely determination. "If it matters... I did remember a few things when I first woke up. That might be a start."
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