[ what feels to be trapped in the unknown is a foreign sensation; a new place with its nuances and strangeness, dangers and secrets, should be compelling to someone of fyodor's intelligence. except, the devotion of his vast intellect has always been geared towards the destruction of things back in their world. theirs because he's not alone here having caught sight of a familiar nuisance on the network and congratulating himself on his precaution not to say a single thing.
guilty of mischief indeed.
stalking his former (or current?) member of the decay of angels is a simple enough task if only because fyodor is intimately familiar with the small details of the other. seeing him prowling about for jewellery, he knows exactly what gogol is looking for. like an asshole, he takes the next three stalls making sure to purchase anything and everything remotely birdlike.
then, circling back around he seeks out that outfit, that distinctive silver braid that makes fyodor want to yank on it before shoving him into the nearest source of water. (it is simply an urge he will have to live with). ]
I am afraid everything you seek is already out of stock, dearest friend. [ but fyodor doesn't stop to greet gogol, he doesn't stop at all, as if he's merely passing by and offering an observation. there are far too many people here for his liking. ]
wildcardish??? profit!!
guilty of mischief indeed.
stalking his former (or current?) member of the decay of angels is a simple enough task if only because fyodor is intimately familiar with the small details of the other. seeing him prowling about for jewellery, he knows exactly what gogol is looking for. like an asshole, he takes the next three stalls making sure to purchase anything and everything remotely birdlike.
then, circling back around he seeks out that outfit, that distinctive silver braid that makes fyodor want to yank on it before shoving him into the nearest source of water. (it is simply an urge he will have to live with). ]
I am afraid everything you seek is already out of stock, dearest friend. [ but fyodor doesn't stop to greet gogol, he doesn't stop at all, as if he's merely passing by and offering an observation. there are far too many people here for his liking. ]