The once clear air of the district of Altalaan is polluted with the thick gray miasma which curled around the heels and gown of an impostor. Cold, it rolled over the pavement behind the entity's step like an encroaching natural disaster.
Aredeth stood within his home, snipping off the bandages which shielded a bruised jaw. He beams artificially into the mirror of his bedroom, if only to turn his head and exhibit the wiring upon his teeth which kept them firmly clenched together. All in the name of recovery.
Through the rolling wind, the imposter makes its entrance, bypassing its front door entirely. Its voice rung strongly to be heard in fine Modern Altalar; Aredeth heard his own voice, "We ought to be home this hour!"
Brought in reunion and none to the doctor's surprise, his expression lifts, crow's feet folded with conceited affinity upon witnessing this reflection of himself. He greets the Blood-Mimic with a request for touch, traditional among Est-allorn with a gesture, "Good you could make time for yourself beneath the thumb of your cluttered schedule, I am sure. And my, you are dressed handsomely." he comments, mist-filled eyes invisibly climbing up his doppelganger's form.
The mist either produces mingle at their heels, twin clouds which twist into one another to create whirls of grim gray and angelic white.
"And likewise yourself," the entity returns, accepting his request with a touch of its own. It stands patiently as its head is gingerly taken and turned. Its body was examined with medical tact and intention. "Be glad I was able to be here when I could get here." it hummed with placid approval.
And so, the evening is spent between these belated siblings in hubristic perpetuity and companionship with a certain heretic to thank. In perfect fashion, one recognizes and perpetuates the brilliance and vanity in the other and together make for an excellent echo chamber. A truly wonderful outcome to this nightmare.
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Aredeth stood within his home, snipping off the bandages which shielded a bruised jaw. He beams artificially into the mirror of his bedroom, if only to turn his head and exhibit the wiring upon his teeth which kept them firmly clenched together. All in the name of recovery.
Through the rolling wind, the imposter makes its entrance, bypassing its front door entirely. Its voice rung strongly to be heard in fine Modern Altalar; Aredeth heard his own voice, "We ought to be home this hour!"
Brought in reunion and none to the doctor's surprise, his expression lifts, crow's feet folded with conceited affinity upon witnessing this reflection of himself. He greets the Blood-Mimic with a request for touch, traditional among Est-allorn with a gesture, "Good you could make time for yourself beneath the thumb of your cluttered schedule, I am sure. And my, you are dressed handsomely." he comments, mist-filled eyes invisibly climbing up his doppelganger's form.
The mist either produces mingle at their heels, twin clouds which twist into one another to create whirls of grim gray and angelic white.
"And likewise yourself," the entity returns, accepting his request with a touch of its own. It stands patiently as its head is gingerly taken and turned. Its body was examined with medical tact and intention. "Be glad I was able to be here when I could get here." it hummed with placid approval.
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And so, the evening is spent between these belated siblings in hubristic perpetuity and companionship with a certain heretic to thank. In perfect fashion, one recognizes and perpetuates the brilliance and vanity in the other and together make for an excellent echo chamber. A truly wonderful outcome to this nightmare.
@3a_29 @ImNotRatty @CyberMo01
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