April Catch-All (semi-open)

[towards_okeanos]

Who: Iskandar and ...
When: Aereuer
Where: All over Aefenglom
What: Event stuff, full moons, all the (very limited) Aereuer mayhem
Warnings: A possibility for nsfw in full moon. I will update as needed.


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A king is never alone [Open - Dream a Little Dream Event memory ]

[towards_okeanos]

[Iskandar crouches on the concrete bank of the river, submerges a test-tube under the water's surface grumbling obscenities to himself.]

This is a farce! What this is even for?!

[A thin, old man appears at his side. Bald head, dark skin, sinewy limbs. He smiles, shaking his head gently.]

Tsk, tsk. Always so quick to judge, aren't we? Iskandar.

[King of Conquerors huffs not even looking up. He doesn't have to. There is only one person who accents his name this way. His friend, a sage from India. Calanus.]

Easy for you to say. This is not what I should be doing!

[The old man laughs. It's nothing like Iskandar's own thunderous laughter. It sounds more like rustling of dry, crumbled leaves or crackling of an ancient scroll.]

How do you know?

[Iskandar throws his free arm in the air. Still careful not to drop the tube he's filling no matter how irritated he is. How pointless he believes the whole exercise to be.]

Because all others had already made their moves! We should be out there fighting and instead, this boy sends me to collect sewage! Sewage, Calanus! Tell me, this is not nonsense!

[Old man cocks his head to the side. A gesture that makes him resemble an old, curious bird even more.]

Oh, really? And why would he do that?

[Iskandar straightens his back finally looking up, ready to snap out a biting retort but then he furrows his brows. The question still ringing in his ears. Why would he do that? He backtracks all his steps in memory. All the places Waver told him to collect water from. Then he blinks.]

Oh.

[The old man chuckles as he dissolves into a cloud of golden sparkles. Leaving only two words to hang in the air even after he's gone.]

Oh indeed.

[Iskandar stands up, closes the tube, packs it carefully with the others and leaves. Now with regained sense of purpose and maybe - just maybe - finally an ounce of appreciation for his unlucky Master.

He is completely oblivious to the fact that not so far from where he was collecting the water stands a figure strikingly similar to him. So similar it could be his twin. Or just himself. Because it is him. A little different, yes. His hair a little longer. He feels more solid than his Heroic Spirit self.

The other Iskandar watches the scene - his own memory replaying itself before his eyes - in silence. He pays attention not to his other self but to the old brahmin. Long after the priest has disappeared and his other self has left, he still stares at the empty spot; lips pursed, fists clenched, shoulders dropping.]

Calanus...