37; [ The pale deity moves through the ship's pockmarked corridors with surprising ease, his steps light upon the broken tiles with a form of almost unnatural grace. Once in a while he stops to inspect some loose tubing or a display panel with a mildly curious eye - but other than that, he seems rather unperturbed by all the commotion.
If you happen to be nearby, he might turn to ask you a question. Or two. ]
Pardon me. Do you know what these numbers mean?
[ He comes from a time before spacefaring technologies. Please excuse him. ]
liminal; - fourth wall setting, jetways [ The jetways of this concourse are quiet and calm, it's something he likes. The silence of it all helps him to think back on what had happened and sort through the memories in his head. Absentmindedly he lifts a finger and starts tracing patterns in the air in front of him, leaving lines of solid light hanging in the air for a few seconds before they fade into golden sparks. They happen to be quite pretty light shows, if anything else - just byproducts of an immortal trying to think and re-evaluate his situation.
Being away from Krythe would have unsettled him otherwise if he could not feel the pulse of his people. It was the same as ever - slowly growing, sometimes ebbing, a faint whisper at the back of his mind much like waves upon a distant shore.
At least he knows they are still well, if the word could be applied loosely. His vision was not so omniscient after all, but so be it. ]
Lord Light | Original Character
[ The pale deity moves through the ship's pockmarked corridors with surprising ease, his steps light upon the broken tiles with a form of almost unnatural grace. Once in a while he stops to inspect some loose tubing or a display panel with a mildly curious eye - but other than that, he seems rather unperturbed by all the commotion.
If you happen to be nearby, he might turn to ask you a question. Or two. ]
Pardon me. Do you know what these numbers mean?
[ He comes from a time before spacefaring technologies. Please excuse him. ]
liminal; - fourth wall setting, jetways
[ The jetways of this concourse are quiet and calm, it's something he likes. The silence of it all helps him to think back on what had happened and sort through the memories in his head. Absentmindedly he lifts a finger and starts tracing patterns in the air in front of him, leaving lines of solid light hanging in the air for a few seconds before they fade into golden sparks. They happen to be quite pretty light shows, if anything else - just byproducts of an immortal trying to think and re-evaluate his situation.
Being away from Krythe would have unsettled him otherwise if he could not feel the pulse of his people. It was the same as ever - slowly growing, sometimes ebbing, a faint whisper at the back of his mind much like waves upon a distant shore.
At least he knows they are still well, if the word could be applied loosely. His vision was not so omniscient after all, but so be it. ]