<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/97b57f60d56d842e3d1df85b70fe905e/tumblr_pq0mv4gBXa1v7qsymo1_540.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Adán Carmesí (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303102.msg14805159#msg14805159)<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Everyone<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Phoenix, AZ ; Gaia<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As pictured, golden rings<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Perking up, albeit slowly<br/><hr/><br/>Adán continued his walk into the city of Phoenix, stopping to take note of any changes.  While Hermes technically had vetted the area before them, a speeding blur is quite different than a slower-moving party.  Though his knowledge of times aside from his own was, admittedly, limited, Adán felt confident enough that a group wandering in on foot might draw an eye.  Not that would be dangerous in itself, but if that eye was of an enemy, well...<br/><br/>Still, there was plenty of things to see, muse at.  Gaia looked noticeably... well,<em>uglier</em>than he had last left it.  There were buildings that appeared to be dwellings easily enough, many gated, most of the homes a carbon copy of one another.  It was as if the architect was so proud of their work that to preserve it they made the same thing again and again, street after street, so that no matter how many homes burnt down there would still be forty exactly like it.  "Is... everywhere like this now?"  He asked near-reflectively, wondering what the fate of the lands that he once was connected with now looked like.<br/><br/>"I, too, would be curious to know of this ally.  First to thank them, and second, well... to know why we earned such an allegiance."  Though he had some flight of fancy that the ally might be one of his family, Adán breathed away the likelihood of that in a course chuckle.  Them returning to Gaia, let alone prying in his affairs, seemed quite unlikely.  It was a pleasant thought in lieu of being forgotten, however.<br/><br/>Fen's question about his Tecpatl brought a winsome smile to his face.  Reflexively his fingers moved to his side, feeling the absence of it.  "It is... was..," could it truly have been destroyed? Adán felt a shiver despite the dry, hot air.  "It's a remembrance of the best of this planet, as far as I have seen it.  It is what took and still holds the last of life from my true followers, its' edge knowing the blood and flesh of them, their loyalty.  It has likewise cut into me countless times, countless ways.  I still use it... You see, my brothers, myself, our abilities are often tied to our blood, our bones."  Adán offered an unsettled shrug, well enough aware that Aztec Gods often stood out for their tastes, even among some Celestials.  Sure, he could dress pretty, minimize the visual impact of gruesome components.  Even he, the one who embraced change, could not fully step back from the essence, though.  Some things were just innate.<br/><br/>He handled the sudden push for tangled limbs from Fen well enough, the slightest of bemused expressions across his face.  Still, he walked onward, letting Fen disentangle just as quickly with his words to Niko.  He watched the exchange pass, though chimed in towards the end.  "I confess shelter wouldn't be an unwelcome find, a source for food, water, clothes..."  Adán glanced down, not entirely thrilled with the fact that his wardrobe hadn't come with him.  Sure, it was not on the same level of loss as his Tecpatl, yet one could say he was a fan of<em>many</em>fine layers in lieu of more esoteric tastes.<br/><br/>Adán cocked his head, adding with the slightest of twisted smiles.  "Besides, it seems Niko has changed his mind about Fen's proposals with all this talk of his need to shed his smallclothes."<br/><br/>