When he wakes, he knows he's away from home, far away from home. Though the chill of the night air pierces through his soaked patchwork coat, he knows the climate here is fairly temperate - it has to be, for if he was anywhere near his home he would've already froze to death. And the ocean behind him when he sits up from the sand - and even the sand itself - is another clue, for Cevedal is nowhere conveniently near the ocean, let alone a beach.
More than anything, there's a lack of the familiar magical hum he'd grown accustomed to around Cevedal, the remnants of the fae populating the space between seconds. There's certainly something weighing down on him here, some energy he can't define, but it's different, vastly so.
Warily, Ed pushes himself to his feet and stares at himself. Beyond the obvious stickiness of the air and his body, he feels... oddly refreshed. He can't recall his most recent memories, but he feels as though he's better off than however he left his home.
For now, he'll wander the coast and explore. He's never seen a beach before.
[B: IN TOWN]
Part of Edward really, really wants to go into some of these shops. Being exposed to a single town in the middle of nowhere for all of one's life really hinders one's scope of the world. He's never seen a place with this many people before - though he certainly knows they exist! - and he's absolutely astounded by the variety of everything here. Currently, a flower shop has his eye.
He's seen a lot of plants, and he's definitely seen some that are more visually interesting than what's on display here (even if they were in the fae-spaces of his world), but he's still stuck staring through the window into the shop, absolutely enamoured with the flora within. He's hesitant about attempting to enter, though, for many of the locals here have been giving him strange looks...
[C: THE ARCADE]
Electronics are nonexistent in his reality.
That's just the fact of the matter: most of what technology does exist resides far outside of Cevedal's tiny domain, so stepping into the dimly-lit arcade of the Fourth God keeps his eyes wide open in wonder. Colourful lights on their own aren't a mysterious occurrence to him thanks to the presence of magic, but he's certain that magic isn't what's running this place here. The air is thick and difficult to breathe, but he doesn't believe it's what's powering this place.
Occasionally Ed will stop to observe some of the robots running around, squatting on the floor and tilting his head curiously. Other times he just wanders between the old arcade machines. Whatever's caught his eye for the time being, it's more than enough to keep him unaware of any other presences in the room with him.
WILDCARD: Honestly do whatever you want! Throw what you like at this boy of mine.
If anyone's curious, I've got a couple journal entries for some of his world and canon history (general warning for mentions of violence and child abuse) and his permissions, so feel free to take a look at those as you like! I'm definitely open to criticism as far as presentation and how some things sound. The canon history's going to be reformatted into not-bullets at some point, so that's already on my to-do list!
Edward Atlus | OC
When he wakes, he knows he's away from home, far away from home. Though the chill of the night air pierces through his soaked patchwork coat, he knows the climate here is fairly temperate - it has to be, for if he was anywhere near his home he would've already froze to death. And the ocean behind him when he sits up from the sand - and even the sand itself - is another clue, for Cevedal is nowhere conveniently near the ocean, let alone a beach.
More than anything, there's a lack of the familiar magical hum he'd grown accustomed to around Cevedal, the remnants of the fae populating the space between seconds. There's certainly something weighing down on him here, some energy he can't define, but it's different, vastly so.
Warily, Ed pushes himself to his feet and stares at himself. Beyond the obvious stickiness of the air and his body, he feels... oddly refreshed. He can't recall his most recent memories, but he feels as though he's better off than however he left his home.
For now, he'll wander the coast and explore. He's never seen a beach before.
[B: IN TOWN]
Part of Edward really, really wants to go into some of these shops. Being exposed to a single town in the middle of nowhere for all of one's life really hinders one's scope of the world. He's never seen a place with this many people before - though he certainly knows they exist! - and he's absolutely astounded by the variety of everything here. Currently, a flower shop has his eye.
He's seen a lot of plants, and he's definitely seen some that are more visually interesting than what's on display here (even if they were in the fae-spaces of his world), but he's still stuck staring through the window into the shop, absolutely enamoured with the flora within. He's hesitant about attempting to enter, though, for many of the locals here have been giving him strange looks...
[C: THE ARCADE]
Electronics are nonexistent in his reality.
That's just the fact of the matter: most of what technology does exist resides far outside of Cevedal's tiny domain, so stepping into the dimly-lit arcade of the Fourth God keeps his eyes wide open in wonder. Colourful lights on their own aren't a mysterious occurrence to him thanks to the presence of magic, but he's certain that magic isn't what's running this place here. The air is thick and difficult to breathe, but he doesn't believe it's what's powering this place.
Occasionally Ed will stop to observe some of the robots running around, squatting on the floor and tilting his head curiously. Other times he just wanders between the old arcade machines. Whatever's caught his eye for the time being, it's more than enough to keep him unaware of any other presences in the room with him.
WILDCARD: Honestly do whatever you want! Throw what you like at this boy of mine.
If anyone's curious, I've got a couple journal entries for some of his world and canon history (general warning for mentions of violence and child abuse) and his permissions, so feel free to take a look at those as you like! I'm definitely open to criticism as far as presentation and how some things sound. The canon history's going to be reformatted into not-bullets at some point, so that's already on my to-do list!