This new world Hayalci finds himself in is expansive, yes, but at the same time quite restrictive. The starry, obsidian sky gleams in an eternal night under a dim, blue sun. Soul-sundered, winged beasts deliver letters across the sky, only seen as black silhouettes sharing positions both in the air and on the ground, only the latter being where the birds would affect the physical domain of this place. In terms of the ground, wide varieties of sentient creatures walk the unearthly-paved roads. Heels tok against what one would assume is glass that covers such walking areas, the material gleaming under the azure light. Faces pass by Hayalci, few, if any at all, giving the slightest glance at him. He sees anything from Elite Elves, whose multicolored eyes dot from one pedestrian to another, to meek, beastial residents who simply keep their sight low and uninvasive.
Such is the concept of Chassa... “All Beings, Together Thriving,” a typical leader would say of the place. More like all beings changing each world as one. A well-traveled man as Hayalci would understand this world is much unlike the others around and within it. What happens in the mortal plane of Bea is wildly influenced by inner workings within the upper Ascentia and the lower Descentia. What happens within those worlds is wildly influenced by the close-held inner workings of Chassan inhabitants. One woman can say a single word in Chassa that erupts a war in Bea. Crazy, crazy lives we live.
“Caspian, dear friend!” A familiar voice approaches from the side, catching the man’s attention. His glance is enough to acknowledge a set of regal robes attached to a female Aether Elf, one of the snow-skinned, blue-eyed beings of Chassa. “You look so gloomy. Sorry to be back so soon?”
Without a smile to greet her with, Caspian lifts his eyes enough to remain decent, albeit holding no devious purposes beforehand either, but not enough to meet her gaze. “Alain... I had hoped for more time to recover before returning.” He shifts, showing the slightest limp as he faces her, him having to lift his head slightly farther up to compensate for her natural towering height of nearly seven feet to his six and change.
Her bleached skin shows no deviation, much like her eyes that remain plastered on his. “Ah, still in recovery? By the Council’s grace, has it not been nearly a few months now since that UnGod tried killing you for being contracted to correct it?”
“It was the first reaving of a deity in the last few decades; there was bound to be an overlooked trap or unexpected strike. Now, who am I to report to in the Council? I dearly wish to return to Bea soon.” Caspian’s stance straightens quick before short, yet efficient steps start his way for a central building in this world, one such building with sleek, curved surfaces holding more secrets than those of Bea could even begin to imagine. Hayalci has been there many times and has even been one among the Council members before. That is in the past, however, before he began this new calling of his.
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The Elf does not yet follow, but childishly teases with a smirk, “The omniscient Hunter expects all, or so say the kids.” A few brief steps after him begin before she continues. “Actually, you are speaking to whom you must report to.”
“Huh-? Among the Council now, Alain?” His words indicate confusion, but his voice denies as much. Caspian’s eyes keep their sharp, dark gaze forward as his head tilts just enough to speak backwards to her.
“Not... yet, no. However, Master Romell has become increasingly impressed with my work that he has authorized me to task you with your next reaving. Although... you won’t enjoy where you’re going first, which is why I, in part, think I was asked to administer this tasking.” Alain is talkative, yes, but professional. Her borderline curt pauses betray a kind tone, providing more mixed signals than a pubescent serpent-girl. “You must first meet with a Goddess in Ascentia, I’m afraid.”
“Gah, I should have known as much. Why send one from the Below, then? Why was I not carted away to the ‘holy land’ in a golden chariot instead?” Distaste for Ascentia or Descentia is natural in Chassa, for how both worlds take one hundred percent of the credit for all decisions made in their betwixt limbo world. However, this sharp tongue on Caspian seeking damage to Ascentia is anything but natural, even for Chassans.
“While as insane as that sounds, I refuse to acknowledge it further,” Alain smacks back, dismissing the insult to the upper Gods’ world. “This is the reason you were not pulled aside in Bea by an Ascentian. You find it difficult to work with them, so I must be a mediator to ensure all goes well. Last time, you nearly ceased a reaving because you wouldn’t satisfy the God of Fortune’s... ridiculous, though doable request.”
“Let’s not speak of the ‘Gold Case,’ please, Alain. Fine, then... which door?” Of course, he speaks in regard to a natural ability of all within Ascentia, Descentia, and Chassa, which is quite simply teleportation. While there are physical, mental, and social limits, any being of those three worlds can hold the ability to port between any other world, including Bea, through any door of their choosing. This inherent gift is lost to Caspian, however, as he prefers cruder methods of travel between planes of existence.
Before directing him to a surely random building at the side, the Elf takes a few strides in front of him in order to lead and set some form of standard for the two. This building, likely a Chassan resident’s home- maybe a Council member’s, maybe a common worker’s- has a rather plain-looking door that lacks any hint of what may be inside. It’s true possessions remain a mystery as the entrance leads to a brighter, much more beautiful land. Almost instantly, heads begin to turn to see which being of Chassa was both able and willing to open a door to Ascentia- it is uncommon for Chassans to leave their native land, let alone travel to the world of the Gods.
Alain keeps the portal open very briefly, probably to keep the glow of Ascentia from flowing into Chassa any longer than needed. Her eyes rest now over her acquaintance’s expression. A faint smile appears as his scowl lightens the smallest bit. “I thought you were unhappy with this place.”