Post by George Levitt on Aug 28, 2013 14:47:40 GMT -5
George was in meditation when the messenger arrived. He'd sensed her arrival long before she reached the door of his small apartment. Meditation was an art form that he felt too few people respected. But he supposed that was just some bias on his part. He was, after all, the Obelisk of Patience. Rousing himself from his meditative state, he walked to the door and opened it just before the messenger, who had clearly run here from somewhere else in the Vatican, could knock. The surprise that showed upon her face caused him to raise an eyebrow- had she thought he would not sense that she was coming?
The messenger recovered quickly, and breathlessly informed him of the meeting of the obelisks. He nodded his acknowledgment before turning back, heading into his apartment again. The girl was still standing there, so he turned back with a raised eyebrow. "You may go." The messenger flushed and left immediately. George grabbed his swords before leaving the apartment, locking the door behind him. He hid the keys in a pocket as he turned away, rushing down the stairs of his building. Engel dangled from his left wrist, as always- George never removed the cross, not even when he was sleeping, while he slipped the claymore into its usual place on his back and placed his other sword at his side.
The door of his building swung shut behind him, and George abandoned all pretense of normalcy. Using Hirenkyaku, he all but flew across the Rome, lost in his thoughts as he rushed with the appropriate amount of urgency toward the grand hall of the obelisks. The fact that the Micans, leader of the Consecro had summoned her Obelisks did not bode well. However, he kept his face an inscrutable mask, as he always did. Masks. They were, he thought, the defining feature of being part of the spiritual world.
To be spiritually aware is to bear a mask. Humans who are aware hide behind a mask of normalcy, acting as if the spiritual world does not exist. The Fullbringers claim independence, but fear genocide by the Shinigami. The Quincy claim vengeance against the Shinigami or the Hollows, but in truth seek only to survive. The Bounts act indifferent, but a seek a reason to live. The Shinigami claim righteousness, but massacre entire races and fight amongst themselves. The Arrancar fight the Shinigami not because they are hollows, but because they will be massacred by a race that refuses to consider them sentient, rational beings. The Togabito claim to wish suffering on others, but only wish to end their own suffering. And the Consecro is no different. We each wear a mask, though the Micans wears the heaviest off them all. How difficult it must be to be thought a god when one is acutely aware of one's own failings, as we all are?
However, halfway to the meeting hall, he sensed it. A powerful togabito. He made his choice in an instant- he’d be late to the meeting, he needed to fight off the sinner in the area.
Engel materialized in his left hand as he landed on the roof of a building on the Via Aurelia, just to the southwest of the Vatican.
”I know you’re here…” he whispered, right hand on the string of the bow. ”Show yourself!”
OOC: George was en route to the meeting occurring in “The Start of it All”
The messenger recovered quickly, and breathlessly informed him of the meeting of the obelisks. He nodded his acknowledgment before turning back, heading into his apartment again. The girl was still standing there, so he turned back with a raised eyebrow. "You may go." The messenger flushed and left immediately. George grabbed his swords before leaving the apartment, locking the door behind him. He hid the keys in a pocket as he turned away, rushing down the stairs of his building. Engel dangled from his left wrist, as always- George never removed the cross, not even when he was sleeping, while he slipped the claymore into its usual place on his back and placed his other sword at his side.
The door of his building swung shut behind him, and George abandoned all pretense of normalcy. Using Hirenkyaku, he all but flew across the Rome, lost in his thoughts as he rushed with the appropriate amount of urgency toward the grand hall of the obelisks. The fact that the Micans, leader of the Consecro had summoned her Obelisks did not bode well. However, he kept his face an inscrutable mask, as he always did. Masks. They were, he thought, the defining feature of being part of the spiritual world.
To be spiritually aware is to bear a mask. Humans who are aware hide behind a mask of normalcy, acting as if the spiritual world does not exist. The Fullbringers claim independence, but fear genocide by the Shinigami. The Quincy claim vengeance against the Shinigami or the Hollows, but in truth seek only to survive. The Bounts act indifferent, but a seek a reason to live. The Shinigami claim righteousness, but massacre entire races and fight amongst themselves. The Arrancar fight the Shinigami not because they are hollows, but because they will be massacred by a race that refuses to consider them sentient, rational beings. The Togabito claim to wish suffering on others, but only wish to end their own suffering. And the Consecro is no different. We each wear a mask, though the Micans wears the heaviest off them all. How difficult it must be to be thought a god when one is acutely aware of one's own failings, as we all are?
However, halfway to the meeting hall, he sensed it. A powerful togabito. He made his choice in an instant- he’d be late to the meeting, he needed to fight off the sinner in the area.
Engel materialized in his left hand as he landed on the roof of a building on the Via Aurelia, just to the southwest of the Vatican.
”I know you’re here…” he whispered, right hand on the string of the bow. ”Show yourself!”
OOC: George was en route to the meeting occurring in “The Start of it All”
