'til kingdom come

Jefferson Soul · 12-08-2010, 01:08 AM

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Over the scent of AniWaya that lingered on the woman, Jefferson caught the smell of what he could only assume to be a familial entity—she spoke of herself as an Aston, and though the cyclops had heard the surname here and there, he could only connect the name with the vague, distant face of Allegro. She was a face in his past, one he had not been fond of, but the brute chose not to forward such a bias to this Tayui. Not this time, and only because she carried herself with grace and peace in her age and called AniWaya her home, or so he assumed. "I know of an Allegro Aston," he said into the wind, his eye back on the sea. Was he even speaking to her at all, or was he losing himself to the ghosts in his past once more? "I did not like her." Blunt.

"Jefferson Soul," he introduced himself flatly, though still his eye and voice spoke into the wind and drifting snowflakes. The chilled breeze bit through his tattered fur; even the brute's winter coat hardly seemed enough, what with all the barren scars that had never found reason to heal. Once the words left his tongue, the cyclops paused to consider why he had introduced himself as such—he had no connection to his own surname and never mentioned it in conversation. Perhaps it was because all those who had known the former he, Maluki, as a child were gone now. Perhaps he was still subtly seeking to find what other ghosts of his past were left, yet still somehow alive like he.

Why was she even there in the first place? He turned an eye over his shoulder. "Did you want something?" He spoke authoritatively, as if his role in Phoenix Valley was his only purpose for existence left. If Pripyat hadn't been born, if he hadn't raised Addison, perhaps it would have been.

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