[This morning finds Alexei in the church in the new area; he isn't familiar with whatever religion is practiced here, the nativity is foreign to him, and he spends a moment staring at it before turning his gaze elsewhere.
Huaisang had spoken to him about candles and incense, about remembrance of the dead, and as such the votives catch his attention and hold it for a good long period of time. Eventually he approaches, looking at the setup and...hesitating, honestly, for a good long while before lighting the first candle of several.
Samidare. Zola. Riku. C-ta. Gin. Yor…
There are so many that have gone, so many candles lit by the end. He doesn't leave once he's done; he just stands there looking at the small flames flickering in the dim light, his gaze intense but unreadable.]
[BOUTIQUE]
[Granted, he isn't going to stay out in the cold forever; he's in the boutique looking for warmer clothes (the armor seems...ill-advised out there) when he sees it for the first time in one of the mirrors.
He isn't sure what he should do with it when he does see it - though perhaps them would be a better way of phrasing it, he sees them, and he hasn't seen them in a long enough time that this strikes him as surreal rather than painful. The pain will come later, he's sure, right now he's just strangely numb as he reaches out, hand to the surface of the full-length mirror he's staring into for a brief moment before he turns away abruptly, folding the clothes he's been messing with in such an agitated way that you'd think they owe him money.]
Another insult from this place. It's not going to work.
[It's more to himself than anything, but it's out there anyway.]
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[This morning finds Alexei in the church in the new area; he isn't familiar with whatever religion is practiced here, the nativity is foreign to him, and he spends a moment staring at it before turning his gaze elsewhere.
Huaisang had spoken to him about candles and incense, about remembrance of the dead, and as such the votives catch his attention and hold it for a good long period of time. Eventually he approaches, looking at the setup and...hesitating, honestly, for a good long while before lighting the first candle of several.
Samidare. Zola. Riku. C-ta. Gin. Yor…
There are so many that have gone, so many candles lit by the end. He doesn't leave once he's done; he just stands there looking at the small flames flickering in the dim light, his gaze intense but unreadable.]
[BOUTIQUE]
[Granted, he isn't going to stay out in the cold forever; he's in the boutique looking for warmer clothes (the armor seems...ill-advised out there) when he sees it for the first time in one of the mirrors.
He isn't sure what he should do with it when he does see it - though perhaps them would be a better way of phrasing it, he sees them, and he hasn't seen them in a long enough time that this strikes him as surreal rather than painful. The pain will come later, he's sure, right now he's just strangely numb as he reaches out, hand to the surface of the full-length mirror he's staring into for a brief moment before he turns away abruptly, folding the clothes he's been messing with in such an agitated way that you'd think they owe him money.]
Another insult from this place. It's not going to work.
[It's more to himself than anything, but it's out there anyway.]