<div class="floatleft">(https://edelscope.files.wordpress.com/2012/02/edunss12_ad_campaign_beautiful_rebels_edelscope_71.jpg?w=800)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Alter Noah Keller</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Blessed By::</strong> Dionysus<br/><strong>Location::</strong> The entrance<br/><strong>Company::</strong> Me, myself, and I<br/><strong>Date/Time::</strong> June 20th, afternoon<br/><strong>Mood::</strong> Mildly amused, curious<br/><strong>Wearing::</strong> </span><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Current Outfit</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0091/3280/2127/products/imagejpg_5c7e671e-3934-4428-9208-a0bb68e662b7_1239x.jpg?v=1571746832)(https://hottopic.scene7.com/is/image/HotTopic/10850582_hi?$pdp_hero_standard$)</div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>TRIGGER WARNINGS::</strong></span><br/><br/><hr/>Hazel eyes peered out of a tinted window as treeline passed by. The afternoon sun showered light into the limousine, as dancing, windswept leaves created patterns on the floor and seats. It had been so long since he had been out in nature. Seeing it in all of its glory was almost high inducing. Or was that the copious amounts of weed in his system? Being trapped in a mechanical box was not exactly his idea of a good time, so Alter had prepared to help himself relax on the road. All of his anxiety seemed to have blown away with the wind, scattered by the radiant beams assaulting his temporary prison.<br/><br/>As the black limousine traveled along the dirt path of the secluded village, the man stood up and peeked out from the open moon roof to stare at the place that he would call home for a time. Compared to the cities that he had migrated through for a few years, this place seemed quite quaint in comparison. The various houses seemed huge compared to the various apartments he had been crashing in for the past four years. Truly, living here would be an experience that was unlike anything he had ever seen in his lifetime, and unlike anyone had seen ever. The thought of it drew a smile across the tattooed man's face. Crossing his arms over the roof, Alter rested his head on them, watching as the vehicle slowly drove on. Alter smirked as a thought crossed his mind,<em>"A new cult, but with real magic and no scams... This will be fun."</em><br/><br/>The man became impatient. He wanted to see more. Sitting back down in his seat, Alter strapped in and crossed his legs. Placing his hands on the top knee, he closed his eyes for a moment. To anyone else, it looked as if Alter was simply meditating or perhaps napping; however, to those with magical sight, they would see a form rising from Alter's body. Similar in form, but with an ethereal complexion and two curled horns that grew backwards on his head. The projection smirked as it soared upwards, passing through the roof of the limousine without difficulty as Alter's soul flew towards the village. Rising ever upwards, the tattooed visage took a bird's eye view over the village. Seeing it from so high in the air made the place seem so much smaller than it already was. The buildings seemed clumped together, yet intimate. Although he had lived a similar communal life before, this would certainly be different. It was going to be so nice to have his own room for a change... Looking to his right, Alter saw the village's waterfall in the distance. A shiver went through his astrally projected body as he thought about the sensation of the rushing water over his skin, having it beat down on his physical form as he sat in it. The feeling was... tantalizing. With his curiosity satiated for a moment and the sight of the car pulling up to the open gates of the village, Alter brought his fingers up and snapped them without a sound.<br/><br/>Opening his eyes again, Alter had returned to his physical form in the limousine. With a refreshed sigh, he looked over as the door opened, and an older looking man smiled down at him. "We have arrived, master Keller." Sliding out from the seat, Alter stood hunched slightly as he looked into the slightly bloodshot looking eyes of his driver. The younger man placed a hand on his chaperone's shoulder.<br/><br/>"So, how are you feeling, Mr. Rosi? That was a long trip, and I was worried about your back." Tilting his head to the side, Alter smiled as he looked for his driver's reaction.<br/><br/>"Well, master Keller, I must say that whatever you did was startlingly effective. I haven't felt such relief while I was driving in some time. In fact..." The older man pulled out a business card and placed it into Alter's palm. "Any time you need to go somewhere, I'm your man. Just make sure you don't run off on them for too long, I hear it took quite a while to track you down."<br/><br/>"Oh! Well, how can I refuse such kindness? I will take your words to heart, my good man." Alter laughed lightly as he pocketed the card, then watched as the previously frail man single-handedly pulled Alter's large suitcase and bags from the trunk. Thanking Mr. Rosi for the trouble, he watched and waved as the driver pulled away from the village, happy that his cocktail of intoxicants could help an old man in his work. Finally, Alter turned back to the open gate, slung a heavy bag over his shoulder, dragged his suitcase behind him, strolled five steps through, then stopped. Where the fuck was he going again...? With a wave of his hand over his face, the self-induced buzz faded to nothingness, and Alter remembered the letter in his bag... Somewhere. Lying his suitcase down, the tattooed man sat on it as he started rummaging through to find the piece of paper that had changed his life. Hopefully, it would help him find his new home.<br/><br/>"Now where did I put that thing..."