Since moving to Gaze with Palamedes Viktor has kept from wandering the area. At the moment he's been to the school and the bunker he now calls home, most of his time otherwise spent in his lab at the Willful Machine and the market there. He's the damnably curious sort so it isn't like he won't wander on occasion but Gaze? It's a nightmare. Which is saying a lot since most of the Trench has general nightmare aesthetic but seriously, Gaze is higher on the list than most.
Regardless the sun is up again and though Viktor is used to the dark from half a life in the undercity the other half got used to a little sunlight once and a while. It helps he can now see all the twists and turns of Gaze properly, and Rio is restless with the coming of something like spring. A walk couldn't hurt- ok, a walk could hurt a lot in many ways but he's still going to take the risk.
So off he goes. It's a slow going, more than usual with the area just uneven enough in places to make it a hard go with his crutch. Annoying but not enough to turn back, especially with Rio happy to bound and skitter ahead. He doesn't pay particular attention to where they're going aside from avoiding falling into a pit somewhere, and eventually a house looms that Viktor is only vaguely familiar with.
Pal pointed it out once, the place most of his friends and fellow necromancy world people lived, which... that makes sense, given the place looks like a haunted house even in the light of day. The last time he saw it it was dark and at a distance, this time he can actually take a moment to take in gargoyles? Interesting. He's busy squinting at them when Rio makes a rush for the fence and he has to hurry after her.
"Rio," he sighs, voice slavic in accent and clearly not expecting his omen to immediately listen. She's got her huge face pressed to the bars, staring at one of the- gardening skeletons. Necromancy. He quietly thanks the fence for existing so he isn't dealing with Rio trying to play with a skeleton when he glances up and notices the man on the porch.
Covered in moths, the hat- well. Viktor would say he looked cosy if he wasn't, you know, covered in moths. He isn't fully aware of the fun darkblood quirk of the month just yet so it's mostly a baffling sight, though he recovers enough to offer an apologetic, "My apologies for her, she's eh... curious." Of your lawn skeleton. Life is weird.
(cw: strong chance terminal illness will be mentioned in the thread in general!)
Regardless the sun is up again and though Viktor is used to the dark from half a life in the undercity the other half got used to a little sunlight once and a while. It helps he can now see all the twists and turns of Gaze properly, and Rio is restless with the coming of something like spring. A walk couldn't hurt- ok, a walk could hurt a lot in many ways but he's still going to take the risk.
So off he goes. It's a slow going, more than usual with the area just uneven enough in places to make it a hard go with his crutch. Annoying but not enough to turn back, especially with Rio happy to bound and skitter ahead. He doesn't pay particular attention to where they're going aside from avoiding falling into a pit somewhere, and eventually a house looms that Viktor is only vaguely familiar with.
Pal pointed it out once, the place most of his friends and fellow necromancy world people lived, which... that makes sense, given the place looks like a haunted house even in the light of day. The last time he saw it it was dark and at a distance, this time he can actually take a moment to take in gargoyles? Interesting. He's busy squinting at them when Rio makes a rush for the fence and he has to hurry after her.
"Rio," he sighs, voice slavic in accent and clearly not expecting his omen to immediately listen. She's got her huge face pressed to the bars, staring at one of the- gardening skeletons. Necromancy. He quietly thanks the fence for existing so he isn't dealing with Rio trying to play with a skeleton when he glances up and notices the man on the porch.
Covered in moths, the hat- well. Viktor would say he looked cosy if he wasn't, you know, covered in moths. He isn't fully aware of the fun darkblood quirk of the month just yet so it's mostly a baffling sight, though he recovers enough to offer an apologetic, "My apologies for her, she's eh... curious." Of your lawn skeleton. Life is weird.