[ He's made rather good use of himself, he feels. He hadn't even bothered trying to hide away his enhanced strength, as he usually does — and of course, everyone had been far too busy to care. So he's been working near tirelessly, hauling supplies here and there, packing the ship on its returns. But his resolve to do even that had dwindled by the 28th, and he'd wandered out into the city. The city that won't be standing much longer.
He hasn't brought an umbrella, for once, but the rain at only a light sprinkle. There are the customary dark looks for his obvious Transport-status, but when all he does in return is offer a sad smile, there's generally no further issue taken. He stops to talk with those who will speak with him, looks up various old friends among the natives, even helps out with chores and errands here and there.
Maybe he will just stay. Despite it all, Exsilium is a better home than his own. And if he slipped away here, and died in a flash of light, well... he'd hardly be doing anyone any more harm. ]
exsil-side! [ closed ]
He hasn't brought an umbrella, for once, but the rain at only a light sprinkle. There are the customary dark looks for his obvious Transport-status, but when all he does in return is offer a sad smile, there's generally no further issue taken. He stops to talk with those who will speak with him, looks up various old friends among the natives, even helps out with chores and errands here and there.
Maybe he will just stay. Despite it all, Exsilium is a better home than his own. And if he slipped away here, and died in a flash of light, well... he'd hardly be doing anyone any more harm. ]