vax was gone for most of the time after execution, splitting his time between ruby and vin, for the most part - but with the two of them now safely in other people's hands, he's still kind of hard to find.
... however. a check in the simulation room might yield results.
the setting is somber, but very familiar -- it's that church, again. the architecture of the inside looks like delicately carved bone instead of brick, and the massive sweeping steeple above his head ends in a dome, where stained glass shines a kaleidoscope of colors onto the white floor.
in the middle of the room is the blood pool from last week's execution. the statue with the strange mask stands tall just above it, and there's a figure draped on the shoulder of it, a raven feathered wing hanging down vertical over the front like a cloak.
said wing is attached to vax'ildan, who's laying here with his hands folded on his chest, looking up at the stained glass. this is, of course, Raven's Crest.
when he hears the door open, he glances down, though. he's far away enough that his emotions are faint, considering he's a good twenty feet in the air, but there's a quiet warmth of recognition alongside a melancholy. ]
week 4, sunday
vax was gone for most of the time after execution, splitting his time between ruby and vin, for the most part - but with the two of them now safely in other people's hands, he's still kind of hard to find.
... however. a check in the simulation room might yield results.
the setting is somber, but very familiar -- it's that church, again. the architecture of the inside looks like delicately carved bone instead of brick, and the massive sweeping steeple above his head ends in a dome, where stained glass shines a kaleidoscope of colors onto the white floor.
in the middle of the room is the blood pool from last week's execution. the statue with the strange mask stands tall just above it, and there's a figure draped on the shoulder of it, a raven feathered wing hanging down vertical over the front like a cloak.
said wing is attached to vax'ildan, who's laying here with his hands folded on his chest, looking up at the stained glass. this is, of course, Raven's Crest.
when he hears the door open, he glances down, though. he's far away enough that his emotions are faint, considering he's a good twenty feet in the air, but there's a quiet warmth of recognition alongside a melancholy. ]
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