➀ [Disoriented and surprised, it takes Lysander a moment to fully absorb what he's seeing as he stands in the square, ornamental armor and garb offset by his bewildered expression. Golden eyes blink, and his head swivels to one side, the bright sun of summer on one side, the floating flower petals from blossoming trees on the other, while he stands in an area that has the crisp feeling of autumn in the air, the trees aflame with colors ranging from red to gold to orange to brown.
Well, this was certainly not the officiation of a new set of Guard Captains as he'd expected to be walking out to when he'd opened the door to the courtyard of the Imperial Palace.
In fact, this doesn't seem to be Creation at all, anymore. It is populated by buildings that were unlike anything he's ever seen, and the residents all seem to be some form of mechanical being, bringing to mind Alchemicals, though Lysander is quite certain they are nothing alike. There's something... A little simple about them.
Nevertheless, he's about to ask one of them what is going on and where he is and how he might navigate back to Creation, please, when the announcement sounds overhead. Lysander's lips turn down at the corners, a long-suffering sigh escaping his lips, shoulders slumping beneath the ornate brocade robes. He still manages to cut an impressive figure, anyway.]
I suppose I should think of this as a vacation, then...
Lysander of Parsalin | Prompt 1
[Disoriented and surprised, it takes Lysander a moment to fully absorb what he's seeing as he stands in the square, ornamental armor and garb offset by his bewildered expression. Golden eyes blink, and his head swivels to one side, the bright sun of summer on one side, the floating flower petals from blossoming trees on the other, while he stands in an area that has the crisp feeling of autumn in the air, the trees aflame with colors ranging from red to gold to orange to brown.
Well, this was certainly not the officiation of a new set of Guard Captains as he'd expected to be walking out to when he'd opened the door to the courtyard of the Imperial Palace.
In fact, this doesn't seem to be Creation at all, anymore. It is populated by buildings that were unlike anything he's ever seen, and the residents all seem to be some form of mechanical being, bringing to mind Alchemicals, though Lysander is quite certain they are nothing alike. There's something... A little simple about them.
Nevertheless, he's about to ask one of them what is going on and where he is and how he might navigate back to Creation, please, when the announcement sounds overhead. Lysander's lips turn down at the corners, a long-suffering sigh escaping his lips, shoulders slumping beneath the ornate brocade robes. He still manages to cut an impressive figure, anyway.]
I suppose I should think of this as a vacation, then...