Evergreen [Alito/V] [Private]

"Has an Alito Kizoku checked in?" A question directed at the lady behind the small, rickety table in the corner of the foyer of Ald Ruhn - something that made her jump a little in her seat, set up her thick glasses up the bridge of her nose and stare right ahead into an impatient frown on Via Vicario's face.

"Look, lady, I asked if-" The inquisitive woman began again, her voice already having assumed an irritable tone and her fingers drumming along the table as she towered over the other female.

"J-just a second, ma'am!" The sentence cut through Via's repetition as the woman she addressed opened up half a dozen files to scramble through piles and piles of scrawny names and signatures. Only after a couple minutes later did she look up Via in the eye and nod in confirmation, "He came in an hour ago."

"Great." A word uttered in a tone much less lethal than the one before, as satisfaction brought up a small upturn on her lips. The blue-haired visitor signed her own alias into a book; nothing but the initial of her first name, and swept her vision around for any sign of a male figure in anticipation. A sigh escaped her as she turned back to the female behind the visitors' table, "Choose one option - A. Note down that you're not paid for dozing off at work, or B. Get fired."

With that, Via took off into the little crowd of chattering guildless mages. Or as she liked to call them in her own head, nobody's mages, nobody's slaves. A set of men and women trained in the molding of the arcane but refusing to join the fray of their own kind that streamlined into impromptu offices; magic guilds. Just fancy little mansions with a request board attached to a wall and a smooth circulation of beer bottles. The woman had seen many of them herself over the years - or centuries - building and crumbling on the hopes and dreams of creators and destroyers alike. End of the day, they were all just a few inches of memories - a smaller replica of what the world was; a storage of memories and experiences.

'But alas, the chained would never quite realize that they exchanged the colossal picture of the universe for free roof and booze, eh?'


White noise is what surrounded her as Via looked past the shuffling groups of mages in the main hall, her pupils having turned ivory as they were afixed on the main door through which she had just walked in a few minutes before. Time rewound within her vision as her powers played their melody, the crowd within the foyer backpedaling through their actions in a haze until slowing down near an hour in the past.


The fourth person that walked into the palace of Ald Ruhn about an hour ago met the description V had of her host with perfect grace. Short, brown hair, and a rather prominent facial accessory; an eye-patch. With a slight nod of gratification, the woman attached her consciousness to his timeline, breezing through his activities within the refuge of the guildless and ending up exactly behind his current position. Via has actually managed to course through present and the vision of the past at the same time, thus perfectly ceasing in the amber of the present.

Just in time to eavesdrop into what seemed like the beginning of a rambling monologue; which she didn't disturb in the least from her position behind the young man. In fact, even if she could, she wouldn't want to. One is always oneself in the absence of others, obviously; for solitude may tease out the flecks that one never knew existed within them. And Via was obviously here to learn about the man who'd invited her so intrepidly - study him in-person to sate her amusement. An ad libitum summoning by some casual mage wasn't an everyday affair for the lady, after all.

"Sei una trottola--- um, you're one spinning top, aren't ya, Mister Kizoku? Those are some unconventional notions you hold onto - and yet you speak of them so unabashedly. Valiancy or vanity?" The lady poured forth with a mocking, yet innocuous smile as she placed out a hand for an amicable shake. A trained etiquette; a simple pleasure, right?