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Post by ADELE GLADIEUX on Aug 8, 2013 18:44:37 GMT -5
A towering, multilayer cake sat on an extravagant platter in the center of the table, the latest subject of Adele’s random excursions into Rome. The silky chocolate frosting that coated the confection was covered in slivers of almond and the crisp brown and tan colors were highlighted by the darker colors behind them. A rather large slice was missing, exposing a cross-section of the perfectly stacked, glistening cakes and evenly spread chocolate frosting. Said missing piece was conveniently placed upon an otherwise immaculate plate in front of a hungry looking Obelisk.
Adele slowly sunk her silver fork into the moist, spongy cake, enjoying the slight resistance. It wasn’t every day she bought an entire cake; this one in particular had caught her eye at a rather famous bakery and she’d decided to just go for it. Why not? Cakes were delicious. While she wasn’t one to completely decimate a cake in the matter of a day, it would keep for a while. She also had some to share. Ahaha. Sharing. That was totally likely. She placed the small bite of cake into her mouth, savoring the orgasmic flavors.
It was the afternoon, somewhere about five o’ clock, and the sun was descending slowly from its peak point. Adele had spent the majority of her day doing mostly nothing, wandering the streets of Rome looking for something to occupy her time. It was one of her self-proclaimed “lazy days”. Now, however, she was seated in the rather pleasant bakery attempting to enjoy her food in peace, her Sigil resting by her side. It hadn’t been particularly long since she’d been promoted to her current position in the organization, but it felt like she wasn’t doing anything to too much different than her Guardian days. She sighed as she took another bite. At least nobody was yelling at her to do shit.
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Post by George Levitt on Aug 9, 2013 15:50:46 GMT -5
Possibly the single greatest disadvantage of having a large two handed sword as a secondary weapon was that it couldn't be carried around without drawing lots of stares and resulting in people calling the police. So, though he was dressed in his standard attire, George was not carrying his claymore with him.
Though exactly what had possessed him to roam the streets of Rome this afternoon eluded him. It was something of a rare event, as George more often spent his time in the Vatican, either studying or training. In any case, the recently appointed Obelisk of Patience was receiving more than a few stares, due to his seemingly eccentric attire, but most of the bystanders probably assumed he was a member of some religious order, which was not far from the truth.
These people stare at me as if I am a madman, and would surly think I was if I spoke to them of the spiritual world. A world that does not exist for them. How simple it must be, to live knowing only of one world, learning only of the other when it is their time to go there, he thought, wandering aimlessly down the street. I suppose ignorance might be bliss- they do not have to concern themselves with spiritual beings from other planes of existence seeking to destroy them, nor do they worry that they may not live to see the next day. It must be a simple life. In truth, I envy them. They exist without the need to hide what they truly are, for the most part at least. But yet the blessing of being unaware often causes shock and pain when they learn the heaven they dreamed of and believed in does not exist. Both Knowledge and Ignorance are double edged swords in the end.
He paused, suddenly aware of the presence of another Obelisk. He had seen the other Obelisks perhaps two or three times, but had taken the time to remember their Reiatsus. He supposed he should speak with the other Obelisk- it would behoove him in the long term to discover what kind of people he would be working with.
Making his way into the bakery, he walked over to his fellow Obelisk. "May I join you?"
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Post by Zazikel Rosarita on Aug 10, 2013 11:13:54 GMT -5
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"We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone." | Words 452 Tags Adele, George Notes None.
Zazikel sighed loudly as she walked the busy streets of Rome. The sun was high in the sky, no clouds to be seen, it was a beautiful day, and to add to that beautiful day, Zazikel's day off. Well, not really a day off as much, but a day she pushed her missions to one side, relaxed. While this was by no means a habit, she took the liberty in taking a break ever so often, too much work makes you stressed.
She was still dressed in her combat gear, though she abandoned her mask, and for once left her hood down. Her hair was still in it's usual style though, she disliked when it was not braided. Stretching and yawning at the same time, she took in the sights of the people busy about their days. She smiled after she yawned, she enjoyed watching this, these people were safe, relaxed, at peace, and that is what she aimed to achieve as her job being an Obelisk.
Still, being in such an odd uniform was bound to earn a few stares here and there, she had long since grown to ignore them, however returned the looks she received from the women in the slight hope she could get a date. However, she knew that was unlikely to happen, her years off training had made her somewhat a couch potato and extremely bad at social interactions.
Walking past a bakery, she stopped looked through the window, surprised to see two other Obelisks. They were somewhat newly appointed, and Zazikel had yet to properly introduce herself to them. Perhaps, now is as good as time as any. |
[/color], straightening herself, she walked into the bakery, making a beeline towards them, though at a slow pace, she had no idea what to say. Huh, it seems that it's Diligence and Patience, I wonder, would they take offense if I were to address them by their proper names? No. No. Porbably better to earn their approval first, I believe that's how it works, if those books are anything to go by.[/color] Stopping by the table they occupied, she offered a bright smile, then introduced herself. "Diligence, Patience, it's a pleasure to finally meet you both. If you don't know already, I am Zazikel Rosarita, Obelisk of Humility. May I join you?". Pulling up a chair, she sat down, offered a smile in Patience's direction. She looked at the cake, then at Diligence who seemed to be the only one eating it. "You know, you will get fat if you eat all of that." She offered a somewhat awkward smile, while she had planned to start some conversation, that was most likely the worst way to start off. [/div] [/td][/tr] [tr][td] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by ADELE GLADIEUX on Aug 12, 2013 16:51:11 GMT -5
[/b] Adele raised an eyebrow as the Quincy approached her, interrupting the fork that was slowly making its way to her mouth. It took her a second to recognize the man; her knowledge of the Obelisks was iffy at best. Before her appointment she’d held absolutely no interest in the group of ‘powerful’ individuals. Even after her promotion, she hadn’t really taken the time to get to know any of them. She took a mental note to get a list of their names, titles, and appearances later as she placed the fork, still laden with the cake, back on her plate. “I certainly won’t stop you. This bakery is quite nice; I wouldn’t want to accidently blow it up or anything.” [/b] It didn’t take long for a second person to make their appearance and, while this time it was a female, it was yet another Obelisk. What was this? An Obelisk mixer? Adele clicked her tongue with displeasure as the woman, clad in a rather odd uniform, approached as well. She address both Adele and the Quincy by their titles instead of their names; slightly fortunate as it gave Adele the title of the previously mysterious man. She still wracked her brain in an attempt to remember his name. Josef? Garry? It was something similar at least. Whatever. It didn’t matter that much. ”At least you aren’t Chastity or Charity. You can just call me Adele. And, since Mr. Quincy over here decided to join me, why the hell not?” [/b] Adele laughed at Zazikel’s words. Her. Fat. That was a hoot. If she was going to consume a metric shitload of calories, she’d be sure to work them off. She might get a bit unhealthy, but fat? Not a snowball’s chance in hell. She shrugged off the words and stuffed a forkful of the decadent cake into her mouth. “I don’t think I will. I’m not a lazy sow.” [/b] She wasn’t attempting to imply anything with her words, but it just so happened to come out that way. It wasn’t really her fault if people were self-conscious and took it the wrong way. The cake, still mostly intact, loomed over the table. Sharing with one person? No. Two people? Probably not. Unless there was something in it for her. Which, luckily enough, there was. Money wasn’t really a concern for the Obelisk, nor was she very particular about her spending, but bringing home a half-finished cake alongside a second one? That was pretty absurd. Also, if she could get something else, she could try something that wasn’t just chocolate. Not that chocolate was bad; variety was the spice of life. Or something like that. Adele pushed an empty place towards her two peers, motioning to the knife that lay beside the cake. “You can have some if you want. I certainly can’t eat it all in one sitting. Plus, if you two help me finish that’s here on the table, I can get a whole new one to take back with me.” [/b] [/div] [/center] [newclass=.t1p]border-top: 5px solid 2F0A3D; border-bottom: 5px solid #2F0A3D; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; width: 300px; padding: 5px;[/newclass]
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Post by George Levitt on Aug 17, 2013 1:29:37 GMT -5
No sooner had George taken a seat when another Obelisk appeared. George had sensed her presence as well, and it seemed that this would be an excellent opportunity to observe and glean some insight about his fellow Obelisks. He raised his eyebrow slightly as the woman addressed them by their titles rather than there names... and of greater interest was the fact that the first woman, Diligence, otherwise known as Adele was seemingly glad that neither of them were Chastity or Charity.
While that may have been a joke, I wonder if there is, in fact, some bad blood between Adele and some of the other Obelisks... he thought, observing both women. However, though he had remained silent through some of the exchange, he now chose to speak: "You may both call me George." He paused here, preferring to remain rather taciturn as his companions exchanged remarks about the health value of the cake. A slight smile on his face, he clamped down further on his already severely suppressed reiatsu- He didn't want for the three of them to attract any hollows.
He shook his head lightly and held up a hand when offered the cake. "I'm afraid I'll have to pass on the cake. I'm not really one for sweets." he said, curious as to what their reactions would be when they noticed that he had suppressed his reiatsu. Internally he smiled- this would be an excellent test of their awareness of the situation around them. As he continued, he sought to find any spiritual presences in the area, as if he was meditating."In any case, it is a pleasure to officially meet the both of you." He put a slight emphasis on the word "officially," indicating that he had done his research on the both of them.
This should be very interesting, he thought, reminding himself to observe everything- the slightest shift of a body could tell far more than a novel could. In this case, I have a feeling that I will find far more information through observing their interactions with each other than through directly interacting with them... I suppose only the course of the discussion will reveal that though.
In truth, George wanted to get this meeting, strange and useful as it was, over with as quickly as possible. He felt uncomfortable without his bladed weapons, despite the fact that he was carrying all eight of his Seele Schneiders. There was a difference between carrying those and having his actual swords with him. For now though, he maintained a mask of nonchalance, letting the others lead the conversation for the time being.
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Post by Zazikel Rosarita on Aug 19, 2013 11:36:36 GMT -5
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"We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone." | Words 408 Tags Adele, George Notes CAKE!!.
Zazikel frowned when Adele seemed glad that neither or them were Chasity or Charity, though the frown was gone as quick as it came. She was in no mood, hell, did not really give two shits if Adele had something against either of those Obelisks, it did not effect her, and until it did, she would do fuck all about it. She noticed that both of them would prefer to be called by their first name and decided she would from now on, though she could care less as to how they address her, whether it be first name, last or title, she was fine.
She sighed inwardly when Adele laughed off her comment about her getting fat from eating the cake, that was good. She had thought for a second she would receive a verbal lashing or retort of some sort. She ignored the comment about not being a 'Lazy sow', she figured that much would be obvious, a Obelisk could not afford to be lazy. She turned her attention to George, she kept her attention on George, he was clamping down on his spiritual pressure, though Zazikel had no idea why though, no Hollow or any other spiritual being would be dumb or bold enough to appear and cause chaos whilst the three of them were sitting in the bakery.
She turned back to Adele, who offered some cake, she smiled, "I suppose I can help you eat it, I have not had cake for quite some time. What cake were you thinking of getting once this one is finished?" She was curious, but turned her attention to cutting herself a rather large portion of cake, seeing as George did not want any. She tensed a little, this George seemed to be acting weird, there was no need to suppress you own spiritual pressure this much and quite frankly it was making her suspicious. She decided for now to ignore it.
"Likewise George, So, how are you both finding your positions? Good I hope." She decided going with small talk was the best way to get a conversation going, she had no desire to sit in awkward silence. She shifted in her seat, putting herself in a better position to react if a problem was to occur. Not that she believed a problem was going to appear, but she could not help but be prepared for the unexpected, further she disliked the way George was acting.
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Post by ADELE GLADIEUX on Aug 27, 2013 17:44:15 GMT -5
WORDS 543 RELEASE NONE STATS HAN: 18 REI: 18 HAK: 22 SEI: 18 BUK: 19 HOH: 16 NOTES Sorry this took so long.
George, huh? Josef had been pretty close; if she’d said it with a little mumble he might’ve mistaken it for his actual name. So the Obelisk of Patience was named George and the Obelisk of Humility was Zazikel? Now that she’d met them in the flesh, Adele had no doubt she’d remember them. Probably. She grinned as Zazikel accepted the offering of cake, taking a rather sizable portion for herself. George, on the other hand, didn’t seem so keen on her generous confection offering.
“So you’re going to force the two ladies to finish this entire thing?” Adele shook her head in mock disapproval as she reached for the last empty place. With a swift, and slightly too practiced, motion, she sliced a rather generous piece of the luscious cake and placed the hunk cleanly onto the plate. Worst case, Adele would eat the man’s forced portion, though it would certainly be easier if he just ate it. Who didn’t like cake? Especially chocolate cake, seriously. ”You’re going to enjoy this thing. Even if you think you won’t.”
Adele had never really been one to suppress her Reiatsu all that much. If the hollows came, she’d just have to slaughter them. Perhaps outside the shop, rather than inside; she was rather fond of the little bakery. Sure it would be inconvenient, but the hollows had to go somewhere. It was better than came to her than went somewhere else. If the Obelisk of Patience was going to suppress his, she’d just have to make up for it. Adele could tell there wasn’t anything major around, at least no hollows or the like. If there was, she wouldn’t be sitting around eating cake. Still, she flared her own Reiatsu slightly as she took another bite of her cake. “No plans. But all chocolate, all the time can get a little boring, you know? Maybe something with fruit.”
Adele took a second to glance over at the bakery counter and the rows of colorful cakes that lined the cases. The next question from Zazikel wasn’t particularly exciting, though that could be said of almost everything else said. It seemed like, other than their positions, the trio didn’t share a whole lot of immediately apparent interests. It was a little uncomfortable, but Adele shrugged it off as she continued to eat her sweet cake. “It’s fine. I feel like we should be a little more directed.”Adele paused to consider her statement. It wasn’t that she didn’t like being able to do whatever she felt was correct at the time, but it seemed like the Micans could give them a tad bit more direction other than forced conscription. She figured something bigger was in the works but she wasn’t particularly up to date with current events. “But still, I can’t complain. Certainly better than before.”
There was one thing in particular Adele was interested in, especially in the presence of her colleagues. Small take was nice and all, but what she really wanted to know was the extent of their abilities. If they were truly to be considered her equals, she wanted to know a little more about how they operated. ”So, George. I hear you’re a Quincy. Does that mean you just shoot arrows at people?” [newclass=.icon]border: 7px solid #4D4D4D;[/newclass][newclass=.infon]overflow: hidden; border-bottom: 0px solid #4D4D4D; height: 114px; width: 114px; transition: border-bottom 1s, height 1s; -webkit-transition: border-bottom 1s, height 1s;[/newclass][newclass=.infon:hover]height: 265px; border-bottom: 7px solid #4D4D4D;[/newclass][newclass=.text]padding: 7px; text-align: center;[/newclass] [newclass=.thead]font-weight: bold !important; color: #000000; background-color: #BDBDBD; text-align: center; margin: 2px; border-left: 4px solid #4D4D4D; border-right: 4px solid #4D4D4D;[/newclass][newclass=.sblock]font-size: 10px; margin-left: 25px; text-align: left; font-family: "Lucida Console", Monaco, monospace; margin-top: 5px;[/newclass][newclass=.overcontain]margin-top: 10px; width: 500px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;[/newclass][newclass=.maintextn]border-top: 7px solid #4D4D4D; border-bottom: 7px solid #4D4D4D; float: left; width: 300px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; color: #383838[/newclass][newclass=.sidecontain]width: 114px; float: left; font-size: 10px;[/newclass][newclass=.notesn]padding: 3px; text-align: justify;[/newclass]
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Post by George Levitt on Aug 28, 2013 14:20:58 GMT -5
George contained the slight smirk that threatened to appear as Zazikel immediately picked up on the suppression of his reiatsu. It seemed she was very much aware, and perhaps a little suspicious. That was good. He very much preferred to work with people who were cautious, when he was required to work with others.
Adele's reaction threatened to bring a frown to his face. He paused, attempting to discern a reason for her increased reiatsu. While suppressing his reiatsu was a test, he'd had other reasons behind it. While hollows tended to avoid Rome and the Vatican, a particularly brave or exceedingly stupid hollow might attempt to attack them. Further, there was the fact that there were three exceedingly powerful beings in the bakery. Even their repressed reiatsu would be affecting everyone in the area.
So that leaves only three real reasons for her to flare her reiatsu. One, it was an acknowledgement of my 'test,' two, she wants to keep our combined reiatsu at a constant level as a beacon or warning, or three, she wants to affect the people in this area. I suppose only time will tell.
While he'd been thinking, Adele had dropped a rather large slice of cake on the plate in front of him. He pushed it back toward the center of the table. "Thank you, but I think I'll pass."
Zazikel took this opportunity to redirect the conversation toward more Consecro related subjects. How excellent. George was very curious to see his fellow obelisks stance on their places in the Consecro. Adele's comment was interesting. She felt that the Micans wasn't a strong enough leader, at least, that was what he understood from it. Before he could respond to Zazikel's question, Adele asked a rather inane question regarding his status as a Quincy. He refrained from snorting before he replied.
"Hardly," he said, a little more sharply then was necessary. "I prefer to direct my arrows at hollows and togabito- beings that actually deserve to be struck." If this was going to be a game of dragging out information from each other, he would simply redirect them at every oppritunity. He was Patience after all. "I have little to complain about with regards to my position," he continued, returning to Zazikel's question, leaning slightly forward in his seat. His hands were held in front of him, fingers interlocked, with his elbows resting on the table. George felt this would be an interesting assessment of how they felt about the structure of the Consecro. "However, I feel that the organizational structure of the Consecro is lacking. The Obelisks are all in control, but each of us has a speciality. So why not divide the Guardians and Proxies into groups, each under a single Obelisk?"
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Post by Zazikel Rosarita on Sept 10, 2013 7:14:50 GMT -5
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"We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone." | Words 500 Tags Adele, George Notes Sorry, was on holiday!!
Zazikel had almost finished her slice of chocolate cake, so she decided to slow down a bit, but in all honesty, the chocolate cake was amazing. She was somewhat glad that George turned down his slice, it meant there would be more for her and Adele. Nonetheless she would be coming back here alone in the future to purchase other cakes and the like. This bakery was nice and not to far from the Vatican. Still, she turned her head towards Adele, She is right, chocolate cake can get boring after while, variety is the spice to life or however that saying goes. |
[/i] Still, Zazikel decided to give her a suggestion of cake to get next, hell, maybe Adele would be willing to share that cake with her some other time. "Hmmm, fruit cakes are often nice, you should get one with strawberries and some whipped cream on top, that makes for a rather nice cake, especially if you are eating it with another person." She blushed despite herself, going over what she said, it sounded awfully suggestive. She decided to avert her attention back to her slice and listen silently as Adele told her, her own view on the Consecro, feeling that it should be a little more directed. She hummed mentally, and it was true, she felt the same way, they had yet to have a leader who actually acted like a leader and took thing by the reigns rather than a child who enjoyed to do childish things and rarely issue out orders. Still, she had to frown when she ignorantly questioned George's Quincy powers. She almost sighed at that, people in positions such as the three of them were, should never have to have there abilities questioned or what not. She continued listening to George's response, finding his own idea on how the Consecro should be run rather interesting. If anything, she agreed with both views and decided to voice her own. "Hmmm, you both make good points, though in my opinion, I do not see why we need a Micans. We are smart enough and strong enough to function on our own and for the most part we do. If anything, the Sins would have been dealt with long ago if we had the necessary direction. Why should we sit in limbo and wait from them like a bunch of fucking cowards, fuck that, we should launch a preemptive strike, on their turf. The arrogant fucks would not be expecting that." She took a breath, and finished her cake, surprised at how carried away she had gotten, shaking her head she decided to address something else as well, turning to face Adele. "If you want to know of my own abilities, Adele, I would prefer to show you than discuss them." She added a challenging smirk, wondering if she was up for it, and George too, it would be nice to find some new sparring partners and she had yet to spar against a Quincy. [/div] [/td][/tr] [tr][td] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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