John was walking down the street, alone in the act. He was heading for the clothes store he had been in with Rave yesterday. Not that it had to be that specific clothes store, it was just the only one John knew in this city.
Of course, he wasn’t actually alone. ‘I hope you are comfortable down there,’ John spoke to Aclysia, hiding in the inner pocket of his jacket. ‘It is satisfactory, master,’ Aclysia answered; her tone didn’t betray it, but John could feel her happiness. Now where that happiness ca from, whether it was because she was this close to him, because she finally had him to herself or a whole different reason, that remained a mystery.
The reason for this unorthodox way of transportation was quite simple: in her dress, Aclysia was a weird sight. Now, that had already been true back in Springfield, but since then sumr had passed, and a cosplayer in a flimsy goth-maid styled dress raised enough eyebrows in the warm seasons already. Having her run around like usual was, therefore, going to be a bit troubleso, either because of people being weirded out and therefore Gaia being angry or because of kind strangers wondering if she wasn’t suffering from the cold.
John wasn’t willing to deal with either, so Aclysia shrunk and hid in his jacket. There had been the alternative solution of ordering so clothes from the auction. That would have ant they just bought clothes without her trying them on first, though, and that was half the fun of it.
‘That you thought I would get angry because you wanted a new outfit is adorable,’ John teased Aclysia while he was walking along. ‘I an, I love that cosplay, but I have made concessions before.’
There were a lot of things great about the dress that 2B wore in Nier:Automata: it was stylish and sexy, from the leathery stockings ending in high heels, over the gloves, the decorative frays just below the elbow, to the white embroidery on the black cloth, and it gave John an almost unobstructed view of Aclysia’s bubble butt. For the sa reasons it was slightly problematic, though; functionality was not one of those great things. The flimsy extensions below the elbow got in the way, so John allowed her to shorten those; the high-heels were not exactly great to run or fight with, therefore Aclysia changed those to solid boots instead, and even though it hurt his fragile heart, he had allowed her to increase the skirt-length… in public. All of that made it a workable combat outfit.
‘I am sorry, Master, but you always seem to be so happy when you see in these clothes,’ Aclysia said.
‘That’s true, but mainly I am happy to see you,’ John answered instinctively and got a wave of that fluttery feeling, that indescribable and hard to grasp concept of love, from Aclysia.
‘Is that true?’ Aclysia probed, her ntal voice beaming.
Of course, it was, they both knew, but if she wanted to hear it again, John was happy to oblige. ‘I am always happy to see you, doesn’t matter what you wear or what you are doing,’ John expanded on his earlier statent. ‘I love you, Aclysia.’
‘I love you too, Master,’ ca the cotton-candy-sweet answer. She entangled her thoughts with his. For a mont, they were as one, connected by the unison of their feelings, a warm, wonderful mont. In that re second, her presence was enough to relax him through and through, his heart and thoughts brimming with happiness. Even the cold air he was striding through was forgotten, only the heat of their love existed, entirely distanced from any worldly aches or desires.
Then the fact that they were not the sa set in again. Differences in thoughts made them drift apart, breaking the mont of complete synchronicity. They fell back into their usual thought patterns, connected, but not the sa.
John wondered if what he just experienced had been real or just an illusion. He had experienced similar monts in the past, but those had been with his elentals, who were an actual part and extension of his soul.
Aclysia was made by him and directly connected to his mind, but not part of it. Did that an he was so accustod to Aclysia that she had overco that hurdle and their bond resembled the one between him and his elentals more than between him and Momo? That idea didn’t seem far-fetched in the slightest.
‘That was wonderful,’ Aclysia whispered.
‘It was indeed,’ John agreed; their thoughts touched again, but didn’t reach even near that level of unison. It reminded him a lot of the wisdoms of the elental girls. Each ti he had learnt a bit about the elents they embodied, and each ti he had a mont of enlightennt, only to ‘forget’ most of it. He still learnt a lot, kept parts of the understanding he achieved, but he had never reached that sa initial height.
Thanks to his elental wisdom, he could feel slight changes in the air, in the ground under his feet, the flickering of flas was an almost predictable pattern to him and sotis he heard the waters whisper their path to him. His understanding of the elents wasn’t good enough to make sense of any of these things yet, but he was learning.
‘I wonder if I will be able to sll the weather change two days in advance, if this continues,’ John thought about the ceiling of his powers. Nathalia had told him that his potential paralleled that of Romulus, who was widely acclaid to be a figurative god in a world that had literal gods, sobody only second to Gaia. Seeing how he himself was already able to turn a square kilotre of woodlands into an upheaved dirt field (given a few hours of mana regeneration), John could only marvel at what he could eventually accomplish. He was powerful, stupendously so, but the way his ability worked also ant that he had to think a lot about how to spend his Stat points. Not sothing he wanted to concentrate on right now, however, especially as sothing glimred in the corner of his vision.
John stopped dead in his tracks.
‘What is wrong, master?’ Aclysia asked as he turned to face a simple grey wall.
‘I just thought I saw sothing,’ John explained and narrowed his eyes until the wall shifted. Simple grey stone slowly vanished, revealing sothing behind it; it was like his eyes slowly got accustod to a dark room, and now he could see the door. ‘Knew it!’ he thought and stepped closer. He had encountered this trick, to shield a door leading into an Illusion Barrier from the eyes of normal people, before, back when he had first visited the hospital in his hotown. Ti to Observe where this one led.
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