Yima stood high atop his castle home. Stories of dull brick, electrified metal, console controlled transport platforms, and wide open skies darkening with due haste giving way to the tides of night just as the chill began to ride on the gentle winds blowing through. The aerial tidings swept Yima's clothing into a writhing mass where his joints were concerned, the pale white fabrics reinforced by the ruler's own chemical processes did protect him from inures better than some armors, and save for the joints were tight fitting granted not quite as a skin tight garment. The tall man bent his body one hand on the edge of the massive roof that he resided on peering out over the town he was responsible for taking a break from his research projects. He rarely slept like a normal person and had even found the ruler of Space Paranoids awaiting him in his bed. The experience has reminded him of the days he did have a partner he could share his confidence with though like his first days aspiring to travel the worlds from his original home: the Destiny Islands were past. It is important to appreciate the times one has had and Yima knew this and had taught many a individual such things... even his apprentice Shirou had risen to lead a realm by his own will with the lightest touches of moral wisdom prior to setting out himself with Etzolix. Now there was an interesting one, Etzolix the dark martyr, the architect Yima would call him after the space craft had damaged his home the younger had been so quick to start repairs for his own chamber to practice music. Yima had put those plans to work in honor ODF him after his leaving for another place to put his hat.
Here Yima remained however, the Lord of Radiant Garden rising from its ashes by will of those that took part himself included. Now he conducted experiments for himself as well as a few interested parties, taught those that would seek him out more easy to find now than he ever was, and guarded the world from threats it could not fight on its own as much an administrator as a guardian. His castle guard represented that lacking any guards with exception to the leader who had gone amiss in recent days knowing that if someone did have the power to fight him then the well meaning citizens would simply die before them.
It was time to patrol the streets Yima thought to himself seeing nothing of particular interest in his scanning of the cityscape where little more than tireless citizens kept awake lights glimmering from their windows. Smirking with his youthful face reflecting the seven years since he started his journey though leaving the contents to guessing masking the wear of those years, their weight on the young man, and the expectation of how he would act now. His brother Etzolix had told him since they were younger that he acted twice his age and that has remained true about him he noted from time to time, the younger of the two did help ground him in that he still had family or someone he cared deeply for despite the staggering number that had died before him or simply vanished into space. Perhaps grounding wasn't the best term he thought as he skid down the roof using the speed to jump for his favorite platform to land rolling twice on the metal cage's disc surface diving between the spaced support hinges that occupied the sides of the hemisphere of electrolyzed metal. He rose to his full height before inserting the commands that would take him to the inner sanctum of his castle home before heading out. He had lost the ability to fly as his mind warped as magic in the worlds changed likely due to the Kingdom Hearts of the Empire vanishing; Yima very much doubted it to the the place spoken of in legends due to the knowledge he now possessed garnered years ago as he grew into who he was now. This was of course knowledge most did not possess and never in the completeness he did, of this he had confidence due to the lengths he had to go to gather each important piece, and as he approached his front door he sighed lightly knowing the finishing touches on his newest regeneration spell would begin tomorrow without rest. One more night on the town he chuckled letting his pale gray boots touch the city streets minutes from his leaving the castle behind; he was swift far more so than an ordinary man. The brisk nights chill welcomed him in neat stillness as he made his way blonde strands rising and falling with the higher pace he set.
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