<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>Gaia, ????<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As pictured, golden rings<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Isolated<br/><hr/><br/>"Yes, my brothers...,"  Adán gazed at Fen, along with his line of questioning, with a look of deliberate wariness.  It was not so much that he regretted his past, nor the choices that he had made to step away from it.  Still, with the weight of the banishment still upon him, it was unwelcome memories.  It certainly didn't help that he was solely criticized by his once-family for stepping away from the traditions he loved and missed so much.  It brought to mind disturbing questions: Back on Elysium would they even object to his fate?  If it was not broadcast, would they bother asking what became of their brother, or would it be assumed that Adán was... well, once again simply straying from the Xipe Totec that they claimed to know.  He had become in their eyes, unfortunately, exactly the sort of being to vanish in the night without a word.<br/><br/>That was why he was at first relieved at the tension that diverted attentions elsewhere, yet also all the more stressed.   He listened to each of them in turn, face stoic, giving a faint nod to Korey's interpretations.  Frankly, he wasn't sure he bought all of it, but consenting to her proclaimed reality seemed better than bearing witness to a frenzy.<br/><br/>"If we are not ready to die -- and I am not... quite yet, anyway... -- it seems that covering each other's backs against what unknown forces have united us is best."  He nods a bit, reflecting Ramzi's earlier words, affirming his stance among them.  "As to where we are or where we are going? I fear that the ends of all worlds may as well be in each direction as far as I know."  He was happy to pick a direction and start walking if it came to it, but the choice would ultimately be random.  Maybe it would be regardless.<br/><br/>Hermes' movements were in turns baffling and dizzying to him, and it made matters no better when she returned with the book.  It was the kind of display and presentation that inspired more questions than answers, and he was already full-up on questions.  He watched the horizon warily as she thumbed through the pages, quite uncertain if whatever blur she created would have invited the attention of the more dangerous beings Ramzi had spoken of.  Despite his forlorn feelings, it seemed,  in the moment Adán was not prepared to be descended upon without a proper death-fight.<br/><br/>"I see no other way but forward, and forward at this point is the direction my feet happen to be pointing towards."  He shrugged idly to Niko's question.  "Personally, for a long time now I have found that adaptation gets one more places, so if perhaps we can't fully fit in places, at least adapting to the point of survival seems best."  It seemed perhaps a belabored point at this juncture, but a helpless one, given the alternative was to lie on the desert floor alone, as good as carrion to whatever vulture-like denizen might see them as out-of-place, unwelcome.<br/><br/>"I have said my peace on the matter.  If someone cares to do so, lead on.  Otherwise I shall simply start waking myself in search of something to adapt to."  It was, ultimately, still blank space in each direction for Adán as much as Hermes book and knowledgeable enthusiasm worked on painting otherwise.  Still he pointed himself in some direction that resembed north-west, though he himself lacked the knowledge to label it as such.  He shifted his weight, one foot forward.  It was a threat of movement, one that would continue if no one else took up a more knowledgeable slack.<br/>