conscient | 001. Open Post

In an odd turn of events, the residents of Falner Estate would wake up that morning to an empty lawn. What the regulars at the Main Mansion would see, instead, is the sight of Aidan Clayce walking through the corridors, heading for the wing dedicated to the Malice Kings.

Perhaps it was not so odd if one understood the context of the situation. Riley Falner - Daywalker of the Malice Kings, Master of the Falner Estate - had woken up only two weeks ago when he should have stayed asleep for centuries. After the Clerics made it certain that Riley would survive the ravages of the Deep Slumber, the vampire had been whisked away to his own quarters and given strict instructions to rest until his own legs could carry their weight. Liandrin Delacroix's stipulations, of course: she wasn't going to stand for having one of her own trundling about in a wheelchair or hobbling around with a cane when he really should be in bed.

Business had kept Aidan away for the past week. This was one of the reasons why the Voidseeker was heading up to see Riley; the other Malice Kings had picked up the slack, taking turns with the Daywalker in order to keep him company. Besides, to say that he had missed his old friend greatly would be one of the biggest understatements of the century.

The only thing the Daywalker was going to get before Aidan entered without hesitation was a single knock.

"Riley."

Edited 2014-01-02 14:35 (UTC)

At the end of two straight weeks of fighting in the Dark Hour of the Middle East, engaging Wrecks and Umbra, eliminating Yama Kings in all stages of development, Hikaru Shinta is shifting out of the living blood he had been seconds before, and catching the closest side of the doorway with one shaking hand, right before he can tumble to the floor.

He's not too pleased to find himself here; this isn't in the plan at all. His actual destination should have been the Wolf's Ward, or - barring that - Kibo, up north. He is drained, though, tired within the very marrow of his bones. Perhaps that had distracted him long enough to shift the trajectory of his spell and bring him to precisely the place that he did not want to be. Too dangerous. Only too many people that he'd rather not deal with could see him like this.

Thankfully, he's arrived during one of those precious windows of time where no one's out and about because they're either out on the streets or off in their own corners of the estate grounds. There should be more than enough time for him to drag himself to his room and hide away until he's recovered enough to at least look fine even if he isn't fine at all.

It takes Hikaru an agonizing fifteen minutes of limping along, and he is only halfway up the stairs. On a normal night, he would have crossed those steps in less than a minute. This night - with the fever chills, the laughing voices, the wounds that open and close as if they have minds of their own, the graying hair, the ringing in his head - is not a normal night at all.

[She tries, of course, to be patient for the rest of the day, after the time that Wolf's Choice is given with Riley Falner runs out and they inevitably have to make way for other blades. She may be the Golden Hand of the Daywalker, but she isn't the only one out there who has missed her mentor. He's been asleep for far too long, even if, at the end of it, he shouldn't even be up yet.

Nevertheless, patient as she is, she can't stop herself from pacing around in the gardens all the way until evening, long after the rest of her blade has gone their separate ways. Raura is her shadow, offering his silent support as she keeps vigil. Riley will call her when he is ready, or he will call her and tell her when they can talk. She knows this. holds on to it with all her might just as she had held on even when things had started to take a turn for the worst back during the Darkest Vigil.

She does, after all, believe in him the way a daughter who loves her father very much ought to believe in the man who raised her.]

[How do you approach the Daywalker at a party??? This question is painted all over Taning's face as he hovers near the edge of Riley's personal space (which, considering his stature, is quite a big space indeed), looking for all the world like someone who wants to ask for his autograph. What he wants to talk to him about isn't quite something he knows how to approach him about, let alone talk to him about. Hence, the trepidation.

It is a nice time for a nice vampire lord to save the socially struggling mage. His scent should be begging PLEASE NOTICE ME, by now.]

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