Not having his memories made things more difficult, certainly--but the climate in heaven had been supportive. So far. Drake had tried to conceal his surprise, and occasional hurt, that others cast him weird looks--Puhleeze, everyone else looked strange to him! But he got through it, shrugging it all off with bravado. That he could back up. Sometimes.
The Goddess who named him was understanding though, and Drake appreciated it that if he must be strange--at least he was partnered with someone just as strange. (And strange wasn't a bad thing.) But still, his memories offered little clues other than that he held a costume and alternate name, not tied to his vessel-form apparently. To the library it was, as he attempted to learn about his new world and role and fill in the gaps (albeit discreetly) in his lack of memories.
Which is, in part, why he was awake so late at night. Not that he hadn't found himself normally being more of a night person, but he'd been trying to adapt. It was especially ironic in some ways that his Goddess was in charge of the Sun.
Nevertheless, his late-night-learning from having raided the library was interrupted with the sound of pacing and rummaging. Sharpened instincts immediately sounded the alert, even as his imagination jumped to intrusions of a hostile nature. Ayakashi? More mundane threats?
It didn't matter, as the flashlight (under his blanket) was extinguished, and then Drake was creeping in the shadows. Already his mind slipping himself into his other persona, of Darkwing. The cape and hat were never far behind, as was the mask (however pointless it might seem), as he crept out of his room.
Keeping to the shadows, stealthily sliding from one stygian pool to another, silently. The kitchen? The light of the open fridge aided him as much as it would hinder his target. (Never mind that it also meant he couldn't properly make out the form...)
"Ah HA!" Entrance planned perfectly as he leapt upon the table, crouched (and with the high ground) and in sillouhette.
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light TFS setting--with a shinki for once?
Date: 2018-04-26 03:04 pm (UTC)The Goddess who named him was understanding though, and Drake appreciated it that if he must be strange--at least he was partnered with someone just as strange. (And strange wasn't a bad thing.) But still, his memories offered little clues other than that he held a costume and alternate name, not tied to his vessel-form apparently. To the library it was, as he attempted to learn about his new world and role and fill in the gaps (albeit discreetly) in his lack of memories.
Which is, in part, why he was awake so late at night. Not that he hadn't found himself normally being more of a night person, but he'd been trying to adapt. It was especially ironic in some ways that his Goddess was in charge of the Sun.
Nevertheless, his late-night-learning from having raided the library was interrupted with the sound of pacing and rummaging. Sharpened instincts immediately sounded the alert, even as his imagination jumped to intrusions of a hostile nature. Ayakashi? More mundane threats?
It didn't matter, as the flashlight (under his blanket) was extinguished, and then Drake was creeping in the shadows. Already his mind slipping himself into his other persona, of Darkwing. The cape and hat were never far behind, as was the mask (however pointless it might seem), as he crept out of his room.
Keeping to the shadows, stealthily sliding from one stygian pool to another, silently. The kitchen? The light of the open fridge aided him as much as it would hinder his target. (Never mind that it also meant he couldn't properly make out the form...)
"Ah HA!" Entrance planned perfectly as he leapt upon the table, crouched (and with the high ground) and in sillouhette.