[ Now and then during the supply run, Claude takes trips into the horizon. Just for a change of scenery, just for a small break from reality. Maybe also to check in on friends here and there while he's away, if he's being honest with himself, but something about roaming the metaphorical grounds granted to them by the Singularity calms his mind much like walking the streets of Cadens does at night.
So that's what he's doing now, only rather than semi-aimlessly wandering around he is looking for one location in particular. Not that he knows very much about Kyle, relatively brief as their meeting on the hunting grounds had been and same for the conversation following. But - there is use in sharing information. This Claude will always stand by, fraught with tension as things are across those lines that divide each location.
Somehow he thinks he knows he's found where he's looking for when he follows his guess towards that impossibly tall structure. The sky shifts to clouds and smoke begins to permeate the air; it's nostalgia he shouldn't want for what it reminds him of in a war they'd closed the book on only to arrive to one here. Claude stands outside for a while and studies the architecture, the statues, and the trees before he heads through the open doors.
Once inside he stands in the doorway to both get his bearings and shake off the feeling of intruding. Surely he isn't - the doors would have been closed if no one was meant to enter, wouldn't they? That's how the locked rooms work in his own domain so it feels like a safe assumption. Eventually his peering around the interior ends with his gaze falling on a familiar figure in front of the tree. Though his own faith is questionable at best and sometimes borderline nonexistent, Claude knows better than to interrupt. He'll wait until the other is ready to talk. ]
domain! (sometime near the end of september)
So that's what he's doing now, only rather than semi-aimlessly wandering around he is looking for one location in particular. Not that he knows very much about Kyle, relatively brief as their meeting on the hunting grounds had been and same for the conversation following. But - there is use in sharing information. This Claude will always stand by, fraught with tension as things are across those lines that divide each location.
Somehow he thinks he knows he's found where he's looking for when he follows his guess towards that impossibly tall structure. The sky shifts to clouds and smoke begins to permeate the air; it's nostalgia he shouldn't want for what it reminds him of in a war they'd closed the book on only to arrive to one here. Claude stands outside for a while and studies the architecture, the statues, and the trees before he heads through the open doors.
Once inside he stands in the doorway to both get his bearings and shake off the feeling of intruding. Surely he isn't - the doors would have been closed if no one was meant to enter, wouldn't they? That's how the locked rooms work in his own domain so it feels like a safe assumption. Eventually his peering around the interior ends with his gaze falling on a familiar figure in front of the tree. Though his own faith is questionable at best and sometimes borderline nonexistent, Claude knows better than to interrupt. He'll wait until the other is ready to talk. ]