[ Now, he thought he had learned enough about the sun thus far to be fine. He limited his time outside, he never looked up too far before it started to rise nor dip over the horizon, and the temperatures were pleasant enough if not somewhat warmer than he was used to.
That was a wrong assumption.
On your travels, you might hear a barrage of aggravated, accented cursing- a peek around will reveal Adelis, very much hiding himself in the shade of a tree...and glaring at his bare arms, as if that will fix the obvious signs of sunburn that are showing. His face is fine, apparently, but his poor, pasty arms...congratulations if you stuck around for too long, because now he's glaring at you, making a very sharp gesture at his reddened skin. ]
Is there any particular reason I'm fucking burning?
[ Nobody told him about the sunburn.... ]
≫ Definitely not
[ He's giving the new memo on the board the most unimpressed look a man can muster. He only peeked from morbid curiosity, but he sees there was probably no point. ]
...Is this not simply Bed, Wed, Butcher with less steps. [ He's muttering to himself, furrowing his brows. ] And in front of a bloody live audience, no less. Hells.
≫ Scavengers
[ Now, this one is simple enough. Not that this is really information he cares to have, but it's easy, quick, and painless. Hopefully. ]
If you've a moment to spare, would you care to exchange?
[ He's all smiles, now. ]
For the scavenger hunt, that is.
≫ Exorcise
[ Adelis, unrelenting workaholic that he is, can be found taking his jogs fairly early in the morning- inconspicuously plainly dressed, no less, as you can only practice so much in a corset and heels. You're more than welcome to join, if you happen to pass by.
Alternatively, stroll by the forest and you might catch a few flashes of pink out of the corner of your eye. A step closer, and there's Adelis- no weapon in hand nor in sight, but there are numerous suspicious gouges in the trees around him...
Lock eyes with him, and you might yourself being addressed...but you'll find with a light fizz of static, the voice is inside your head, rather than coming from his mouth. ]
no subject
[ Now, he thought he had learned enough about the sun thus far to be fine. He limited his time outside, he never looked up too far before it started to rise nor dip over the horizon, and the temperatures were pleasant enough if not somewhat warmer than he was used to.
That was a wrong assumption.
On your travels, you might hear a barrage of aggravated, accented cursing- a peek around will reveal Adelis, very much hiding himself in the shade of a tree...and glaring at his bare arms, as if that will fix the obvious signs of sunburn that are showing. His face is fine, apparently, but his poor, pasty arms...congratulations if you stuck around for too long, because now he's glaring at you, making a very sharp gesture at his reddened skin. ]
Is there any particular reason I'm fucking burning?
[ Nobody told him about the sunburn.... ]
≫ Definitely not
[ He's giving the new memo on the board the most unimpressed look a man can muster. He only peeked from morbid curiosity, but he sees there was probably no point. ]
...Is this not simply Bed, Wed, Butcher with less steps. [ He's muttering to himself, furrowing his brows. ] And in front of a bloody live audience, no less. Hells.
≫ Scavengers
[ Now, this one is simple enough. Not that this is really information he cares to have, but it's easy, quick, and painless. Hopefully. ]
If you've a moment to spare, would you care to exchange?
[ He's all smiles, now. ]
For the scavenger hunt, that is.
≫ Exorcise
[ Adelis, unrelenting workaholic that he is, can be found taking his jogs fairly early in the morning- inconspicuously plainly dressed, no less, as you can only practice so much in a corset and heels. You're more than welcome to join, if you happen to pass by.
Alternatively, stroll by the forest and you might catch a few flashes of pink out of the corner of your eye. A step closer, and there's Adelis- no weapon in hand nor in sight, but there are numerous suspicious gouges in the trees around him...
Lock eyes with him, and you might yourself being addressed...but you'll find with a light fizz of static, the voice is inside your head, rather than coming from his mouth. ]
If you don't watch your step, I'll hit you next.
[ He won't. Probably. Just a little warning. ]