A visit to Alexandria.
Mikoto has been almost overly cautious in picking the time to confront the younger of her brothers. She'd waited until she was certain Regulus had recovered, found suitable Gaian style clothing, and had the Mages arrange for transportation from their Village. They could PINPoint there, thus avoiding too many guests at the Desert Palace.
Mikoto has already dressed, and is in the sitting room of Kuja's former quarters.
So is Regulus, but he's still glancing over his clothing options with a look that, under the initial calm veneer, hints that he's more than a bit disbelieving that there are people who actually dress this way in public. It seems to have almost rendered him incapable of speech. He gives a particularly incredulous look to a wide-brimmed red hat with a big white feather in it. "Rather... foppish isn't it?"
Mikoto has already dressed, and is in the sitting room of Kuja's former quarters.
So is Regulus, but he's still glancing over his clothing options with a look that, under the initial calm veneer, hints that he's more than a bit disbelieving that there are people who actually dress this way in public. It seems to have almost rendered him incapable of speech. He gives a particularly incredulous look to a wide-brimmed red hat with a big white feather in it. "Rather... foppish isn't it?"
Kuja's Desert Palace, for Telrim and Regulus
They'll arrive in a rather richly decorated bedroom. The top sheets and the pillow coverings have already been stripped from the large four-poster bed, with reason that it was quicker than trying to clean up the layer of dust under the circumstances. The discarded bedding is in a pile on the floor for now.
An undisturbed layer of dust still lays over the rest of the room, the signs of the previous resident of this room having been absent for some time. And the signs that he didn't intend it to be so long, either... There's a dressing gown over the back of a chair... a playbook left on a vanity table, with a bookmark marking a place... If it weren't for the dust, there would be the impression that he had just stepped out for a moment.
"I should see about warding the place against unannounced teleportation, after other things have been seen to," Mikoto comments. After all, she wouldn't want just anyone arriving like this.
An undisturbed layer of dust still lays over the rest of the room, the signs of the previous resident of this room having been absent for some time. And the signs that he didn't intend it to be so long, either... There's a dressing gown over the back of a chair... a playbook left on a vanity table, with a bookmark marking a place... If it weren't for the dust, there would be the impression that he had just stepped out for a moment.
"I should see about warding the place against unannounced teleportation, after other things have been seen to," Mikoto comments. After all, she wouldn't want just anyone arriving like this.