there's truth in the thunder, love in the lightning

Demeleier?

[The frequency is Med'an's, but the voice is - deeper. Older. And when the video is activated, the face on the screen is older as well, framed by a finely crafted helmet.



The man gazes into the camera for a moment, smiling nostalgically.]

I remember this. I thought it was getting close to that time. [He sets the device down to take his helmet off, runs a gloved hand through his hair. A strand of it remains stubbornly stuck up - maybe he's kept a bit of that puppy-like charm after all.]


It's nice to visit again. How is everyone? [A grin - ] And who's still a little kid?

[responses will be from chose_peace.]

[TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR ADORABLENESS.]

The first thing you become aware of is fire. The oppressive heat, the haze in the air, the terrible reason for the fire – Father. You’re back in Father’s study again, with him gripping your arm and laughing as the demon consumes him, consumes everything that touches him. You know where you are, now, but there’s no way to get out, no matter how you scream and thrash.
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[The feed comes on to an uncomfortable-looking young man. He's obviously human, with a smooth face and rounded ears, but even without his signature oddities, it's clearly Med'an. What he would look like were he fully human, at least.

He runs a hand through his hair.]

I guess we might as well use this chance to stock up on supplies. Some of my pants have been too short lately. [Because he is still growing, slowly but surely.]

I'm going to visit all of the shops today. Does anyone want to come with me?