"where's devin? WHERE IS HE!? WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM!? I SWEAR-"
the future version of the blue haired guildleader chuckled, seeming to find his past self's yelling amusing.
"oh, well, he's on his way.."
just as future ritchie spoke, he held up a hand in front of the swirling purple portal-seeming to be holding it out for someone. everyone else there was confused, what did that mean? why was this sick bastard back after all this time after what he did? soon, everyone's thoughts where interrupted as a fingerless white gloved hand reached through, grabbing onto the one that was extended out for them,, everyone seemed to still as their eyes widened-the whole of divinius magia was still with confusion, still not knowing what was about to come next. but, they'd soon find out who it was as they stepped out,, all of their confusion soon turning into utter shock as the person stepped out. he was barely recognizable at this point, without his signature red outfit, replaced with blacks, grays, and whites-but.. ritchie knew who it was. he always would. he could never forget those eyes, despite them being a dark, piercing purple now and not the ruby red he fell in love with all those years ago.
"..devin?"
;
a devin / revin(?) centric fto au | third person pov