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Ailward AspectPermalink Reply by ✓ Erythreus Aliward on November 3, 2024 at 8:26

Things were flying around the aspects of deaths room creating an even bigger mess then before. Ery wasn’t exactly known to be tidy. He mostly slept during the day and drank during the night. The guards sent in people to clean empty bottles and do laundry every now and then but it didn’t take long before the sloppy aspects room was a new mess. However lately there had been slight change. The broody male hadn´t been quite as self isolating. He still drank more than recommended and curled up in his room morning lost loves but every now and then he left his room and interacted with the rest of the world. The aspect of death had also started to guide the souls  back. After they had fixed the veil keeping the souls from Earth and returning Crane.

”Where the hell is it?” Erythreus grunted as continued to throw his belongings all over the room creating a big pile of clothes and stuff. ”Aureus!!! Have you seen my ring?” He asked his  brother the boss of the household. He described where he had seen it last, in a box in a drawer and got the reply that it had probably been donated to charity during the clean up. Another grunt filled the aliward maner as Erythreus heard this and a row of curse words. The now furious aspect stormed out of the manner without further explanation, leaving the rest of the faction wondering what had made the death ruler lose it once again.

Ery jumped on his motorcycle and drove off without any clear destination, still seeing red unable to think clearly. It was uncharacteristic of him to care for objects. Over the years he had learned that material things didn’t matter much it was easily replace. His staff was the only thing he really needed. The lost ring had been laying in a drawer for months so it wasn’t something the aspect wore daily. It wasn’t a family heirloom or made out of gold. It carried some of Erythreus’s memories. His best and worst decisions, his greatest and most hurtful moments. In the wrong hands it could hurt the balance of the supernatural world so he really needed it back, but how? Had the person taken it realized its value or was it in some kind of charity store somewhere around the world?

His mind spun as he guided the motorcycle around the woods the wind pulling his clothes and the roaring from the engine echoing in the silent night. His fury had eased making it easier to think. He recalled why he had made someone transfer the memories into the ring. A foolish idiotic thing he realized now. He’d done it during one of his darkest days. After another heartbreak when it felt like the earth was on his shoulders and he couldn’t bear all the hurt, all bad decisions with the celestials. Erythreus had been with many women but only a handful had meant something and none of them had been his to keep. Pictures of the women the aspect of death had seen a future with started to project before his eyes. Then his mind wandered to a woman he just meet. Another kind cheerful blonde maybe the answer to his problem. He turned the bike around and steered towards the archives.

”Hello to you too” Erythreus greeted her answering her smile. ”Whoa there Elope the world isn’t crashing at least not yet” He chuckled, calming her being that her mind had already started spinning. ”I need help finding a magic object” he admitted hoping she had time to help him. 

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Instar DivinerPermalink Reply by ✓ Penelope Winston 16 hours ago

✧ Looping Til' It's Right ✧

As Penelope listened to him, the tension in her shoulders gradually dissipated, reassured that the world wasn't teetering on the edge of calamity. It was a rare occurrence for anyone, let alone an Aspect, to venture into her secluded corner of the world, aside from her best friend and honorary Archives Keeper, Wyatt. Most of her interactions with others were limited to receiving deliveries from the guards. "I apologize for my initial alarm," she admitted, offering a sheepish smile. "I don’t often have visitors, so my mind tends to leap to the worst-case scenario. Especially with everything that's been happening lately—between the Veil's disturbances and Dominic's girl, Siobhan, being possessed by Discord. Pure chaos." She shook her head, swallowing hard as her thoughts drifted back to the horrific scene from a few nights ago. The bruises on her back served as a constant reminder, wounds she stubbornly refused to let Bexley or Wyatt heal.

“Elope?” His playful nickname finally registered, eliciting a gentle chuckle from her lips. “That's a new one,” she remarked with an easy smile, turning her attention to the table. A coin danced deftly over her knuckles, a habit she found soothing, before she tucked it into her pocket. She retrieved a box of cataloged items, setting it on an animated ottoman that whisked them away to their rightful places deep within the archives.

“What are you searching for?” she inquired, curiosity piqued as she leaned against the long table, awaiting his answer. “Let me guess—you're after a magical item to help you hide from your Ailward siblings?” she teased, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.

Her eyes flashed a vivid red, then a thud echoed out, a large red book landed on the table behind her. “If it’s something personal to you, we could use you as a conduit to scry for it. If not, I’ll need you to describe it, and maybe I can scry that way. Unless, of course, the magical item is already tucked away in the archives, which would certainly simplify things,” she suggested, her tone turning practical.

"Just a matter of knowing its name. Though," she added with a mischievous glint in her eye, "you’ll need to fill out a form if you plan on leaving with anything. Helps me keep track of late fees when items aren’t returned on time." The joke rolled off her tongue with practiced ease, a reminder of her dual roles as both a Librarian and the Archives Keeper.

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