Aamu
Aamu is content to be left to his own devices. He's spent some time mulling over which paints to pick for his bird—something that sticks close to realism, or something that's matched only by the splendor of Caido's more fantastical creatures..? Absently he chews on the corner of his bottom lip, before selecting his range of hues: whites and beiges, a deeper brown, and a couple of blues, one light and one deeper, darker. As an afterthought he grabs some black, too.
As he's busy laying down the groundwork for the bird's (more realistic) pattern he notices Azrael make their way over to Isla, proudly announcing that they are capable of healing. He is interested, of course, but content to merely listen.
The newcomer opens his mouth, though, and Aamu looks up at him. "Bio-tech enhancements," he explains, soft, gentle, his voice somehow carrying despite the bustle in the room. "Such as this." He rolls up a shirtsleeve and shows his forearm toNeos; he bends his wrist back and tenses a particular combination of muscles, and a blade slides out. "We tend to just call them 'upgrades' for short."
And that, if you asked Aamu, was the core of the Ascended: they were enhanced. More. Better. Lifted above by virtue of slowly being perfected.
As he's busy laying down the groundwork for the bird's (more realistic) pattern he notices Azrael make their way over to Isla, proudly announcing that they are capable of healing. He is interested, of course, but content to merely listen.
The newcomer opens his mouth, though, and Aamu looks up at him. "Bio-tech enhancements," he explains, soft, gentle, his voice somehow carrying despite the bustle in the room. "Such as this." He rolls up a shirtsleeve and shows his forearm to
And that, if you asked Aamu, was the core of the Ascended: they were enhanced. More. Better. Lifted above by virtue of slowly being perfected.
You are the night-time fear
You are the morning when it's clear
You are the morning when it's clear
