It had all gone so well. Perfectly, even. More perfectly than either he, or Mona, could have ever imagined. Here, in the empty potionarium, while the populace of the Village and the minions that had worked below it all celebrated above, Plague Knight had everything he could have ever wanted in his arms. Back and forth, through the shadowy mist, they dance across the room, in a whirling waltz that never seems to end. That he never wants to end.
That never will end.
Trapped in the best moment of his life, reliving that lovely dance again... And again... And again.
Starlight Sights
There is so much to explore- Plague Knight had been, for the most part, attentive during his introduction to this new world, and now, while housing was being handled, here he was left with (mostly) free roam of the place. So where was an alchemist like him to go? The research facilities? The cafeteria? It had been some time since his awakening in the Dream Width after all, and he'd worked up quite an appetite!
No. It is in the garden, out in the cold, where Plague Knight may be found. Faced with the signs of holiday spirit all around, and the general seasonal cheer, the alchemist needs an escape. Attended to by an almost aggressively fancy moogle with a faint air of concern, not even the beaked mask he wears can conceal that something has afflicted Plague Knight with a deep feeling of melancholy.
This is all so much to take in, and it's finally dawning on him- Will he ever see Mona again?
Housing
"Rather big of them to offer us all housing like this, hee hee! Which one had you said it was again, Mogstantine?"
"B14, sir. It is this way, if sir would desire a guide."
"Ehee! Very good, lead the way!"
B14... A rather spacious housing unit, from the look of things, how curious. It looks big enough to house four, and yet, hmm... These papers say there's only one other person living there. Klonoa? Hmm.
Either way, soon enough Plague Knight is knocking on the door of what is now his home, curious to see if his new roomate is currently home, while looking around the villa at the other homes. It feels strange to be living someplace out in the open, above ground.
The Job For You
There was only one choice, of course, the very first thing he did the moment he had the freedom to do so- the chemist Asterisk. He lacks his potions, his bombs, and the arcana he'd collected, but that's fine. If he has to start from square one, he's going to do it right.
But less obvious was his second choice- though he'd not hesitated in the slightest, in much the same way. The Dancer Asterisk would be kept close to his heart, but for now...
Well, for now he's just enjoying the newfound ability to pick up and store essentially as much as he wants. Even just walking down the streets of Arito and picking up trash- like he's doing right now- has him practically giggling gleefully beneath his mask, spirit it all away in the folds of his robe, disposing of litter has never been so fun! Or effective. Oh, think of all the bombs he could carry like this! The possibilities!
[OU] Plague Knight | Shovel Knight | Orolin
It had all gone so well. Perfectly, even. More perfectly than either he, or Mona, could have ever imagined. Here, in the empty potionarium, while the populace of the Village and the minions that had worked below it all celebrated above, Plague Knight had everything he could have ever wanted in his arms. Back and forth, through the shadowy mist, they dance across the room, in a whirling waltz that never seems to end. That he never wants to end.
That never will end.
Trapped in the best moment of his life, reliving that lovely dance again... And again... And again.
Starlight Sights
There is so much to explore- Plague Knight had been, for the most part, attentive during his introduction to this new world, and now, while housing was being handled, here he was left with (mostly) free roam of the place. So where was an alchemist like him to go? The research facilities? The cafeteria? It had been some time since his awakening in the Dream Width after all, and he'd worked up quite an appetite!
No. It is in the garden, out in the cold, where Plague Knight may be found. Faced with the signs of holiday spirit all around, and the general seasonal cheer, the alchemist needs an escape. Attended to by an almost aggressively fancy moogle with a faint air of concern, not even the beaked mask he wears can conceal that something has afflicted Plague Knight with a deep feeling of melancholy.
This is all so much to take in, and it's finally dawning on him- Will he ever see Mona again?
Housing
"Rather big of them to offer us all housing like this, hee hee! Which one had you said it was again, Mogstantine?"
"B14, sir. It is this way, if sir would desire a guide."
"Ehee! Very good, lead the way!"
B14... A rather spacious housing unit, from the look of things, how curious. It looks big enough to house four, and yet, hmm... These papers say there's only one other person living there. Klonoa? Hmm.
Either way, soon enough Plague Knight is knocking on the door of what is now his home, curious to see if his new roomate is currently home, while looking around the villa at the other homes. It feels strange to be living someplace out in the open, above ground.
The Job For You
There was only one choice, of course, the very first thing he did the moment he had the freedom to do so- the chemist Asterisk. He lacks his potions, his bombs, and the arcana he'd collected, but that's fine. If he has to start from square one, he's going to do it right.
But less obvious was his second choice- though he'd not hesitated in the slightest, in much the same way. The Dancer Asterisk would be kept close to his heart, but for now...
Well, for now he's just enjoying the newfound ability to pick up and store essentially as much as he wants. Even just walking down the streets of Arito and picking up trash- like he's doing right now- has him practically giggling gleefully beneath his mask, spirit it all away in the folds of his robe, disposing of litter has never been so fun! Or effective. Oh, think of all the bombs he could carry like this! The possibilities!
He probably looks like a madman.