A Change Of Pace [Seraphina]

[Vice Ysal]

The gregarious sound of metal shutters slowly being folded upwards and into the machinery that held them in place filled the dull morning air. The morning mist that had been waiting at the outside slowly seeped within the garage that had been reserved for the apartment room's user and slowly began to cool the place down with their chilly touches. The smell of oil wasn't as thick as before but it was still something that was quite noticeable for anyone who would enter the place. A massive black tarp could be seen covering to what amounted to the sole vehicle inside the sleeping area for machinery. A quick pull and voila, the revelation of a beautiful black motorcycle accompanied by the fond pat the owner gave it.

Honestly, it had taken Vice quite a bit of time to come up with a decision for today and it just wasn't like him. Usually, the male would have already made a choice before he even got out of bed but it seemed that the wounds and the fatigue from the last battle had yet to truly leave him. He could have chosen to keep on going to the outside city, to keep on training in order to somehow increase his control over his own persona or find a way to somehow make Arondight evolve again. he wasn't quite sure if the King could even still transcend current state but it was always worth a shot. To Vice, whose hobbies quite revoked around beating something up, it was a rather tough choice.

The noise of his motorcycle, Vice made sure to tone it down for now seeing as he didn't feel like going through another verbal training session with one of his neighbours this early in the day, softly thrummed in the garage and carefully, the young man mounted it. One last check up on his clothing to make sure that nothing was going to be ruffled up too much and that he wouldn't be suffering from wind burns or anything annoyingly frustrating as that, the biker would then place the helmet on his head and set down the timer for the garage to automatically close. Three, two, one and the young man was zipping through the asphalt and towards his destination.

The roads were his timely companion, always being there to support his ventures to anywhere in the city and though it played hard to get at times, in the end it was still his best method of travelling. The lack of noisy cars and bulky trucks was a bonus too this early in the morning and despite having to wake up a bit earlier than normal, Vice didn't regret any of it. Sometime along the road however, the biker, through all the times of having done this, by reflex almost took a turn towards the terminal. It was rectified soon enough and the young man continued to drive far, far, far, past the only the only entrance he had known of towards the outer city.

His continued driving eventually led him towards the still empty but already opened Seven Colour Park. Carefully moving his motorcycle manually towards the rack that had been made available for motorcyclists like him and going through the routine of making sure that his prized mode of transportation wasn't going to be stolen any time soon, Vice then proceeded to remove his helmet and attached it to the machinations to prevent it from being lost as well. A deep breath of air to fill in his lungs and without further adieu, the Chinese man entered the park.

[Seraphina Celosia]

Things seemed so much more bright and vivid today, even with the roiling morning fog. Actually, if anything, the fog gave the world around her an edge of mysticism and mystery, blanketing the area in its dense obscurity. Smiling in a truly happy-go-lucky manner, the little violet-haired girl skipped merrily down the path, wandering almost randomly. This early in the day, there wasn't very many people about, but she didn't care; for her, there was all the energy in the world brimming beneath her skin. She couldn't really remember things too good since the last time she was awake, but Carly was content enough to go with the flow.

Vaguely however, she did recall there being a park somewhere in the city, somewhere nearby. Her inquisitive little mind wondered if it was open, and without much further deliberation, she started searching in a wider manner, looking for any signs of the place. It took her some time, enough that most of the fog had begun to lift, but unlike most humans, she was pretty much fully recharged, energy bristling to be used. And as a little kid who enjoyed almost anything, it found lots of good outlets - in this case, the playground in the park, when she finally managed to locate signs pointing her in the right direction. Racing towards it at full-tilt, she practically catapulted to the swings, jumping into a smaller one and using her momentum to start it up, squealing with glee as she managed to clear the ground, her small legs dangling amusingly beneath her. "Weeeeeee~!"

[Vice Ysal]

It was a lonely but tolerable stroll and at that, Vice was already wondering why such an emotion even came to mind. The young man was used to being alone, both physically and mentally, for as long as he could remember but suddenly now that he actually had time to be such again without the imminent threat of death hanging over his shoulders it was actually quite a different experience. He already had an answer though, much as he wanted to deny it. Fact of the matter was he had stopped trying to get used to having so many other people around him that actually counted for something and had begun to just treat it as something granted and that was quite a daunting thing.

Shaking his head to rid himself of such stressful thoughts, since they were pretty much counterproductive with what he was trying to do, the young man decided to just continue walking around the misty morning fog covered park. He would have also aimlessly walked around with no particular destination in mind, while subsequently being thrown into a loop into his deeper thoughts, had it not been for the sound of some child shouting at the top of his or her lungs to the world. Soon enough after that shout, the echoes of some chains being swung began to overpower the silent atmosphere. Shrugging his shoulders and deciding that there wouldn't be any harm in checking it out, the red eyed biker proceeded to follow it.

Step by step and bit by bit the sounds of the swings became louder and louder until Vice could finally make out an image actually using the fixture on the park's playground. It was a little girl from the sounds of it and judging from what Vice could hear, she was having the most amount of fun any kid could possibly want and for a moment, the biker felt envious of it. He must've really been out of his game for a while to actually feel that, of all things, right now. Still, it wasn't really something he'd consider a problem. Everything would eventually pass and he'll be his normal self again. For now though, the young man took note that there wasn't anyone near the area and that the girl was alone. The usual questions began to flit through his mind on where the hell were her guardians, and was she just alone, and the like.

That said, it wasn't like Vice wanted to babysit…but then again this was a fundamentally different kind of babysitting he was referring to. Shrugging to himself, the young male just leaned in on the metal pole that acted as the support for the swings and kept an eye on the girl who was obviously having fun.