Old Crows, Young Cardinals [Tom]

ReD · Sep 13, 2015

Vraum could not remember the last time he'd set foot on the Manta Carlos Island, but here he was.

It was early evening and he had only been off the small schooner that brought him over from the Northwest Islet for about a half hour now. The glow from the distant city seemed bigger and brighter than the last time he was there, but the view of the moon and stars was still just as impressive.

Vraum was in his human shape, walking along the beach, listening for the sounds and keeping a sharp eye peeled that would let him know he was getting close. It had been a long time since something prompted Vraum to leave his rook, but here he was, stretching his legs and listening to the gentle shhhh shhhhhh of the tide hushing the shore like a sleepy child.

It was a peaceful kind of night, and Vraum did not think it would stay this way. He was surprised to find that his path led him towards the cliffs, towards a place that Vraum remembered coming to before.

Tucked in the side of the cliffs was a small alcove that used to hold small glass bottles filled with prayers to long forgotten gods and spirits. The goal was to have the tide come up and wash the jars out to sea. Vraum had no idea if this was still a practice the islanders used, though he did recall that this was often a favoried spot for make-outs and illicit trysts in recent years.

Still, Vraum found who he was looking for: the strange presence that was enough to lure him from his perch.

"May I ask what you're doing?" he said, his voice echoing off the cliff race and into the night air around them.

Tom Marvolo Riddle · Sep 14, 2015

Moilri found this spot to be a bit of a fascination. It wasn't much, but it was enough. He peered inside little bottles, their heartfelt prayers and hopes inside, and felt what some might consider a sort of sick pride. Some of these absences were his doing, and the domino effect things left when something was so large-scale... it would be terrible not to appreciate it. Moilri appreciated things a great deal, both through trying on so many faces and through getting himself so many status promotions.

Still, this wasn't the only reason he was out here. There were traces of a godly presence that had been nearing him, one that he only slightly felt familiar with. It was important, with his lifestyle, to at least have mild knowledge of many different cultures, religions, and gods. And he got a lot simply through acting out what mortals desired to see. Of course, the issue as well as the benefit in that was usually that it was based on their perceptions, not facts. Moilri knew not to jump to too many conclusions with other divines, or ex-divines, urges (and good reasons) to just gloat or not.

This was a distant enough place to chat and test the waters, he thought. There probably weren't many that would bother them, and if things went bad, well. Even more reason to be away from the population.

Besides. He'd felt like having a beach visit, and what Moilri felt like doing always had a lot of sway.

He smiled to himself at the arrival he'd been waiting for, settling in further in his relaxed sitting position. He toyed with one tiny bottle and pocketed another. Felt at that less-active feeling power. It wasn't bad, but a lot of it felt like it had grown dormant. Something in the other's aura felt like it was trying to get at Moilri, as well, give him a scare.

"I'm flattered you're so interested," Moilri hummed. "If you're asking specifically, I think I'm doing my version of reminiscing about the good old days. And generally? Taking a vacation, perhaps." The ordinary comparisons amused him. "Did you want to join me, or are you just passing by?"

ReD · Sep 14, 2015

Vraum was still.

For the next several moments, a statute would have moved more than he did. Then, finally, with a purposeful motion, Vraum crossed his long arms. The ocean kept its constant time behind him and a gentle breeze lifted some of the hair from his face. The alcove smelled like salt and brine and the peculair scent that only old, wet rocks had.

"I see," Vraum said.

He did see, or at least he supposed to saw. They were in an old place of power and Vraum knew that there were many who longed for days when mortals were more occupied with the gods and less with cell phones. Vraum preferred the cell phones; he could accomplish a lot more with one than he could with prayers.

"I believe I will join you," Vraum said. It would have been polite for him to have said, If you want my company, but that would have sounded like he was giving this mischief maker a choice in the matter.

Vraum was....curious.

This fellow before him was chaotic, new and shiny in the way a fresh coat of paint over a rusting car made it look new. But that was because Vraum was old and these are the way he felt about things.

"And, pray tell, what are you vacationing from?" Vraum asked.

It was a joke, although said in Vraum's normal, bored-sounding monotone, it might be hard to interpret it as such.

He cast a glance at the alcove and the ocean around them, and then Vraum lifted an eyebrow. It was not a bad place to take a vacation, although a vacation usually implied one was working. What sort of work was this young man doing?

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Old Crows, Young Cardinals [Tom]

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Tom Marvolo Riddle

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