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Subject Post 1PostSubject: Baths of Caracalla [Open]   Sat Mar 24, 2018 5:46 pm


The Quincy Prodigy




Sofia Montero





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Despite her youth, it seemed like such a long time since she had started her journey. The progress, both good and bad, had illuminated and shrouded in darkness the path she walked. Everything was much easier to understand, though that did not necessarily make it a good thing. She had met plenty of interesting people, strong, and not. The Quincy had faced off against some of the most powerful beings in creation, some of which had no equal save for a select one or two she was never bound to meet anyways. In the end, despite the power she possessed and the power she had grown around, her mind went back to one of her first official missions with the Vandenreich, and how time had done its duty in bringing light to concepts she had been blinded to in the past.

At the time, Gift was among the most powerful Quincy around. Of course, not many knew of his whereabouts, and half of her race thought him as dead; just as he had wanted. He had refused to lend a hand to the Quincy or anyone else for that matter. He had wanted to live alone, to be left alone, and to eventually die alone. It was a sentiment she couldn’t understand at the time, but now, now it was different. Her train of thought was temporarily put to rest as the piano began to play, a single harp stroked its cords, and an extremely large orchestra of violins, viola, and cello started off. Moments later, a pair of singers, a tenor and a soprano, projected their voices to commence the main event.

It was a very special and expensive concert held at the ancient Baths of Caracalla in Rome, Italy. The kind of music presented required a very particular acquired taste, and the ticket price required a lot of disposable income. The cheapest tickets started off at just over $2,000 and they sat the farthest away. For those sitting much closer to the front like Sofia, the ticketing price hovered at right around $10,000. While it wasn’t completely inaccessible, it was safe to assume those who attended had more than enough wealth to spend. Despite her own duties, the Quincy prodigy had continuously made an effort to find time for the things she enjoyed; lately, there were not many.

Back at the city of light, her latest position was one of power, and which inspired respect. She was the Sternritter Grandmaster. It required not just power but also a voice that could lead and lets echo be firm and provide sustenance for her people. That was it. Beyond that, the girl had grown a bit discontent with the current affair of the world. There wasn’t anything that could really surprise her anymore. The very few whose power could would likely not be met. The lofty goals the Quincy once had for were not as easily attained, and more like foolish dreams. The very best she could do was continue to do her job as best she could. The very best she could do was live her life until she died, and the world along with it.

As the concert continued, the girl toyed with the edges of her prized regalia ring. It was part of a Quincy’s power long forgotten. There were many things the Quincy and the world continued to be ignorant to, and it seemed like no one would miss them if they were truly forgotten to time. Taking a cup of champagne that was brought to her, the woman stood up and walked just past the edges of the outdoor seating area. The music could still be heard loudly there, a courtesy of the very best equipment money could buy. At almost every counter, and every area there were guards, all of which possessed semblance of spiritual energy, and a fair amount of strength. The night was calm. It was fun yet boring. With the death of the night came a morning Sofia didn’t much care to see rise. Could the same be said for things to come? Was hope truly cast away to be forgotten, and her will all but vanished? It seemed likely. For the time being she simply watched, and drank, and waited.



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Subject Post 2PostSubject: Re: Baths of Caracalla [Open]   Mon Apr 02, 2018 9:45 pm

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The faint caress of the piano’s music was a overture to the windy night sky above. Upon the ruined and aged spire of a tower, with it’s age and it’s majesty having been eroded by the years--she sat. Her eyes like the moon, oh so far away and yet luminous in the night as she glanced down upon the festivities below. She was like a fairy of the moon, adorned in the spotless shades of white of her attire. Celestial might by an apt description, something that had not belonged in this world in the first place. Something that had withstood the passages of time. Yes there on that eroded tower’s peak Rakki yagurashi date, of the date clan, sat. She who had gone from the weakest in all creation to a being who commanded the respect and lead an entire race within the path they had set out for so long ago.

Yet, those silvery moon-kissed eyes set upon her fairy-like face was not looking upon the sky above, nay it was studying the crowd below. The melodies of the piano as it was played by an experts hand had a way of reaching her, caressing the heart that lay ensconced by the ice of age and necessity. Her eyes drifted across the crowd until they settled on Sofia, the girl who had vanished from the vandenreich a spell. This girl. . . she had been so stubborn, a firebrand that sought to push them in the direction she felt was right. Rakki’s eyes studied her, while to the outside world it would seem as if she was weaker than the average human, a mundane.

Mundane in the sense that her energy, not even a sliver was escaping the pristine sanctity of her skin. She was not here on this night as the leader of the vandenreich, instead as she listened to the music, the smallest of smiles seemed to curve like phantoms upon her lips. The softness of her gaze was not anything like the harsh leader that would do anything, and kill anything for the betterment of the race she so loved. Those eyes for once shone with something other than the determination of the cause, instead they were like the fires of a hearth--warm and inviting.

One leg lay dangling off the edge of the roof, while the other remain against her bosom, hugged by her smooth arms, delicate fingers clasped together against the bony surface of her shin. Rakki sat there in the midst of the warm italian air, overlooking the crowd below, and for once was a nobody in the large thrum of a crowd. No one would be asking her to do paper work tonight, no one would be asking her to join a council, she did not have to deal with the queens of nations, nor the rulers of humanity. She could simply be herself as she studied the demeanor of the sternritter grandmaster, studied the way her face glinted in the lights below, even as the moon lightly illuminated the quincy crosses that lay dangling from the elects ears.

”She has come far, she is not the brash girl that she once was. “

Rakki’s expression shifted across the ruined landscape and her lips shifted as her smile seemed to be one of a bittersweet kind of joy. How wonderful had this place been within her memories? It had illuminated the city with it’s splendor at one point, and yet now all that was left of it’s grandeur was this lonely shell. The world was revolving endlessly, and here she was--stuck within it’s endless cycle.

”Everyone that knew me . . is. . truly gone. Ah, how many years has it been now? I have become something different, and yet i cannot truly be myself because of it.”

The elect’s eyes shifted before she rested her chin atop her knee and glanced down at sofia and continued to study the girl. So youthful and full of vigor, full of determination for the future. Rakki seemed to glance once more , as she closed her eyes and then shook her head slowly. The bad, was like quagmire that weighed upon her soul, but she would not let it dictate the future, and the present. As such as the whistling of wind being expunged from her lips was accompanied by her silver gaze sweeping across the crowd once more as she mumbled to no one but the wind.

”Aaah, look at me moping of yesteryears. That isn’t befitting of me at all, right?”

The girl with the snow-colored hair let that rhetorical question be whisked away by the wind before thinking to herself once more.

”Right. . ?”




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Subject Post 3PostSubject: Re: Baths of Caracalla [Open]   Thu Apr 05, 2018 12:09 pm








The Melody

Artist: Carrotwine - Song: Dark Side Of The Road


Happiness had a very distinct and unique nature in it of itself. It was both extremely simple, and a rather difficult concept to comprehend, both at the same time. To truly pursue and obtain happiness one eventually needed to come to the realization that they either had to do a lot or do nothing. To be happy meant to be content and to be at peace with one’s life. It meant being okay with where they had come from. It meant relishing in the moment because they couldn’t have it any other way. It meant walking blindly into the future because whatever step, be it forth or back, left or right, would lead them exactly where they needed to be: a better place than today. Simple.

There were only two kinds of people that ever got to such a point in their lives. Those who enjoyed the moment as they wished and let life and people pass them by, letting go of moments and memories they would have enjoyed. There were also those who lived for the moment and prepared for the future. Those that worked their butts off to make sure anything and everything was in prime position to work not just as intended, but even better. Sofia was such an individual at one point in her life. She was younger, and though it was only a year or two ago, it already felt like a milenia. Perhaps it had to do with her maturity, and how quickly it took her to understand largely pragmatic concepts compared to people who lived for eons only to begin to understand themselves. However, her whole world view would change in a hurry as she dove into the waters of life, soaked in its essence, and nearly drowned in its everlasting might.

The Quincy were dying. The times of power and conquest, of hope and future seemed to be far gone. Yhwach, Haschwalth, and the elite Sternritter of old were no more. Luna was reluctant to go back. Gift maintained his belief that they were not his people, and preferred to die alone, perpetually running from his problems; ignoring the fact that rather than becoming part of the solution, he was continuously choosing to be a part of the problem. Ghislain had run his course. Despite all his experience and potential he had distanced himself, lost his battle against Sofia and simply disappeared into nothing. The majority of the hierarchy of the Vandenreich was, put simply, pretty pitiful. Some of the Executives were gone or stepped down, like Misa. Others, like Ginryu, were so weak and so obviously detached from their people in regards to their participation that they might as well not be there at all. Some of the Captains, like Toshiko, had gone soft, no longer setting aside time to train and improve, instead settling for a life at home. A similar picture was painted all across the lower ranks as well. All hope wasn’t lost, but if there was ever a time her people were closest to extinction, the time was now.

That wasn’t to say Sofia was a role model to follow in regards of how to act in a leadership position. Not at all. Not anymore. At one point she might have thought about the possibility of challenging the Elect for the position. The evolution of her powers, and the path they could eventually follow seemed to be filled with hopes and dreams. But that was it, they were just hopes, and dreams. Words were beautiful, but they were empty and meaningless without action to push them forth, and proof to back up its claims as fact. For the time being, the Quincy was content in holding what shambles remained of the Quincy heritage intact. She had no problem admitting she was likely the strongest among her people for the time being, but that only made her guilt worse. The fact that she had power to be memorable in battle, but not enough to bring her people out the chasm of oblivion and into the light was one of the biggest and harshest blows she had ever been dealt.

No longer did she fault Niflheim for the way she chose to run things. At one point, the Quincy prodigy had grown angered at the way things were being conducted. It took her a while to realize the Elect wasn’t necessarily pushing for the same goal Sofia initially believed in. Triumphing over evil, defeating the Demons, reclaiming the Earth; sure, it was all good, important, and necessary. But before they could win the battle against the forces that plagued the earth, they needed to win the battle against the weaknesses that plagued their people. As it stood, the Elect was doing the same thing Sofia was. She was doing her best to keep her people stable, without fully going into extinction, and delaying the inevitable until she passed away, and passed the torch. And for the first time, Sofia wasn’t looking forward to it.

The thought of taking the torch did not inspire as much happiness and pride as perhaps it once did. It seemed troublesome and a huge burden to carry. In fact, she had come to care and sympathize Niflheim now a lot more, after truly coming to understand her situation a bit better. She just wanted to be happy. She wanted to live, and even if all the goals were not fulfilled, she wanted to die without seeing the Quincy come to their end. Perhaps those weren’t her exact thoughts, but if Sofia placed herself in her shoes, that would be her mentality. The problem was, the young prodigy would likely be the one to whom the burden would be levied to, and whom would have to fight to avoid the extinction of her race. Times were tough, and they were only going to get worse.

”Are those any more comfortable?”

Leaning against one of the columns, the girl would look back and up to Niflheim. It wasn’t exactly difficult to make out as she was the only one up there. The girl had purposely avoided going up there as she didn’t know if the Elect preferred to be left alone. Specially since Sofia had gone there for the very same reasons. Still, out of all people, the Elect was likely the one she wouldn’t mind seeing there at all. If Sofia was called over she’d certainly join her comrade. Sometimes the very best views, and the most natural forms of understanding came from above. And besides, the girl needed someone to talk to. And despite her years and her experience, there was a good chance Niflheim needed her as well.



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Subject Post 4PostSubject: Re: Baths of Caracalla [Open]   Thu Apr 05, 2018 6:16 pm

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In the midst of the sonorous sound of the crowd, Sofia Montero’s question was but a tiny water drop in the deluge of noise--however Rakki Yagurashi Date heard it nonetheless. Her sculpted jaw was tilted upward as her hair seemed to spill, luminous in the moonlight before the quincy carelessly tucked it behind her left ear. She did not answer the question of Sofia Montero directly, her somberness was such that words would do disjustice to the tranquility of the sky above. Thus, quite faintly sofia could see steps of reishi being formed around the tower, in line with what it may have looked like those many hundreds of years ago. It was all the indication of an invitation that Sofia Montero would get.

Rakki glanced out at the expanse set before her, and as her silver gaze surveyed the landscape she waited. Her attitude was indifferent, but not cold. There was the faint traces of sadness that stemmed from age about her, she was timeless, she had been here almost since the first seeds of the quincy race had been sewn, and she was here even now as the very roots of their race had dwindled due to folly and hubris. Even if Sofia climbed those luminous steps, with the faint blue tinges of reishi dancing like fireflies in the sky about it, Rakki’s head would not turn, instead the fleeting sound of her words would add it’s own flavor to the melody that harmoniously swam through the balmy night.

“ Even the sky changes. ”

It was such a queer thing to say for those who had been here in the technological age. However, for Rakki who had grown up overlooking towns cast in torchlight, the brilliant blanket of stars had become a shadow of its former splendor. Rakki took a moment to readjust herself as she blinked for a moment as if she had been caught in a spell. Probably about the time Sofia Montero stepped on the towers summit, if she chose to climb those steps of course-- Rakki’s words came out in what surprisingly seemed like satire.

”it’s the comfiest stone of all. “

After making such a statement Rakki seemed to exhale softly, fleetingly in a manner that evoked a sense of exhaustion about the girl who had sacrificed so much. Her lashes framed those eyes which seemed to move in the light like liquid mercury. Thinking back on the journey she had undertaken so far, from her beginning to now, and then the endless prospects of the future, it was a humbling thing. Other than those two comments, the elect did not offer much in the way of conversation. Rakki figured if sofia had something to say she would do so, otherwise the silence was. . . welcomed.





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