002nd Forged Devil: Ever Exploring [Accidental Voice/Action]

[curseresistant]

[Hector's feed starts off with the sound of the river, of the breeze through the trees. The sound of Hector's voice soon filters in, soft and distant, as though not directly addressing the listeners.]

Yes, I know; t'is cold indeed. But soon, when the frost melts, you can enjoy the sky as much as you like.

[In response, there's... chirping? It seems Hector is talking to a small bird.]

Now, run along. Back to your nest, to your parents. T'would be a shame if they grew worried, would it not?

[Again, chirping in response, then the fluttering of wings as the little bird departs. The sound of Hector's boots draws nearer to the journal, crunching over bits of ice; it isn't long before the feed stops entirely, Hector finally realizing that it was open.]

[Later that day, Hector can be found grabbing a few things from the grocery store and the item shop: dried meats and fruits, a tinder box, some canteens, as well as a cloth bag to hold it all in. It seems he's preparing for a hike of some sort, judging by the sort of things he's gathering.]

[It isn't until the late evening that he decides to properly head out, filling up his canteens with river water before starting on his way back out the village. What his destination is, he doesn't yet know; but he does know that he's not going to stop until he's seen a good chunk of the area around the village.]

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[curseresistant]

Very well. At the appointed hour, then, I shall wait for you.

[There isn't much else to say after that, Hector reasons, and the feed is soon shut off.]

[His trip around the village later on is, for the most part, uneventful. Once sunset comes, he moves to the fountain, opting to pass the final few hours of his wait with a book in hand and a heavy cloak around him to stave off the chill of the winter air.]

[relictusdeus]

[The sound of Isaac’s soft chuckling announces his appearance as he approaches a few minutes after the appointed time, as is typical of the arrangements he makes. The sound of his heels clacking against the cobblestones is dampened by the snow.]

I trust you have not been waiting long.

[Not that it matters to him; he’d waited so many years to see Hector’s face again after the fall of the castle, he feels the man could stand to exercise some patience. Should he not lower his book, the Forgemaster will have half a mind to pluck it from his hands. He will suffer no distractions.]

[curseresistant]

[The moment the sound of heels come to his ears, Hector's book is closed and tucked away; he stands without a moment's delay, greeting the red-head with a nod.]

No, not long at all. [Well, that wasn't entirely true; a few hours was a bit of a wait. But he could stand to be a little patient.]

Shall we head out then, Isaac?

[relictusdeus]

[Isaac looks to Hector a beat, wide-eyed, as if the question drips with insolence and is worth a crisp slap to the face. He did enjoy putting on a theatrical performance after all.]

Well, if you please, good sir. I did not come merely to stand before you and block the wind so that you might read in peace. [He folds his arms across his chest, cocking his head as if to say, 'well...?'.]

[curseresistant]

[Hector starts walking at a calm, even pace, watching the chill air blows his breath upwards in misty clouds. He's barely three steps away before he speaks, with an equally melodramatic tone.]

Well then, we do not have all night. Do try not to fall behind.

[He course, this is before an all-too-amused chuckle escapes him; really, how does the redhead manage to do that and still keep a straight face?]

[relictusdeus]

[For a moment, Isaac wavers between feeling mildly insulted and terribly amused by this unforeseen attempt at mimicry. Should he feel flattered that that the diction isn’t half bad? At the same time, they had spent years together; there would be no excuse for missing the mark. Hector’s chuckle soothes any nerves that may have been rankled.

Then, in a show of maturity, Isaac decides to assume a dour, unsmiling, and cooly determined look as best he can manage and lowers his voice as to approximate Hector's own.]

I shall try. [He can't resist a bit of exaggeration, making his former companion out to be a rather dull, bland creature through his tone.]