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Sat Mar 24, 2018 5:46 pm
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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