Post by Gangrel Orsino on Oct 27, 2013 17:54:39 GMT -5
Here he was, crouching on a roof top again.
This time Gangrel had chosen a much more ambitious - he'd selected a taller building with thirty stories, as opposed to the three story high library he was rather fond of. He could spend days searching the streets, interacting with humans of an era he knew so precious little of, as he himself was a relic of the past here. The Gangrel of old had faded from the history he had came from... though he had never been particularly important then anyway.
There were many people here, crossing from streets to stores, some heading to what he learned was called a "park". He could barely read - ancient France had borne the only alphabet he had ever known, making the Japanese of this city quite foreign to him. Words were different though. One did not simply coexist with countless damned from all over the world and not learn their tongues - their writing, however, was a different story entirely.
There was much to learn. Electricity was a mystery to him - the invention seemed miraculous at first, but Gangrel suspected a price came with this amenity. Similarly, humans rode in machines now instead of wagons, but from the end of each machine black smog was expelled. He compared it to the dung of horses... only this waste was expelled directly into the air, and continued to rise until diffusing into the atmosphere above. His knowledge of science was obviously poor given his origin but he could not help but feel this pollution meant some kind of future consequence....