[He feels incredibly out of place, being in a building of religious worship looking the way he does. But it's the state of the place that draws him in, and the cold conversations of the ghostly that keep him.
It's in amongst the whispers that he spots someone he's only seen in passing at the trial and around the grounds, delicate and hard to place. At least, he thinks it's them.
In contrast to the surroundings, Thancred might look a demon in the darker spaces. Sclera darker, eyes a bright yellowish-white, what skin can still be seen gone ashen with a scaling texture of cream that dots the sides of his face, down his neck, and against the exposed skin of his hands. Behind him, a tail long, thin and muscular, tapered off into the darkened shape like that of a scythe, its length nearly tracing the floor as it idly rests twisted against one of his ankles.
It's cold - he's cold, like the moment he'd awoken and getting worse by the second, and his motions are stiff and strangely slow as he slips towards Yuki, his voice quiet.]
( Yuki, with his white wings with a humble brown pattern, has been at work moving rubble and tidying the place up - or, at least, attempting to. At some point, he'll learn it all reverts, but he won't know until he tries, won't he?
He looks up at first, the shock obvious in how his feathers (and hair, in the Ghibli way,) fluff up in surprise, before he blinks a number of times and... vaguely recognizes this person...? At the very least, the voice helps. )
... Sir Waters?
( testing the waters (heh) with full formality. Regardless, he belatedly realizes he's been asked a question, and hastily appends: )
Ah... I thought it might improve the atmosphere of this place we're all trapped in if more things were cleaned up. It seemed to help when I cleaned the pool, and so I wanted to attempt this.
Here I wondered who'd gone through all that effort... That's one mystery solved.
[His pupils narrow reflexively at the little fluff of white, tail unfurling from his ankle to trace idly against the floor behind him as he approaches a little closer to take a better look.]
You have it right. Though please, just Thancred will do. And you'd a rather long name, if I recall.
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WEEK ONE - MONDAY
It's in amongst the whispers that he spots someone he's only seen in passing at the trial and around the grounds, delicate and hard to place. At least, he thinks it's them.
In contrast to the surroundings, Thancred might look a demon in the darker spaces. Sclera darker, eyes a bright yellowish-white, what skin can still be seen gone ashen with a scaling texture of cream that dots the sides of his face, down his neck, and against the exposed skin of his hands. Behind him, a tail long, thin and muscular, tapered off into the darkened shape like that of a scythe, its length nearly tracing the floor as it idly rests twisted against one of his ankles.
It's cold - he's cold, like the moment he'd awoken and getting worse by the second, and his motions are stiff and strangely slow as he slips towards Yuki, his voice quiet.]
...Helping out while the dead say their prayers?
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He looks up at first, the shock obvious in how his feathers (and hair, in the Ghibli way,) fluff up in surprise, before he blinks a number of times and... vaguely recognizes this person...? At the very least, the voice helps. )
... Sir Waters?
( testing the waters (heh) with full formality. Regardless, he belatedly realizes he's been asked a question, and hastily appends: )
Ah... I thought it might improve the atmosphere of this place we're all trapped in if more things were cleaned up. It seemed to help when I cleaned the pool, and so I wanted to attempt this.
no subject
[His pupils narrow reflexively at the little fluff of white, tail unfurling from his ankle to trace idly against the floor behind him as he approaches a little closer to take a better look.]
You have it right. Though please, just Thancred will do. And you'd a rather long name, if I recall.
Would you mind I lend an extra pair of hands?