06-25-2023, 14:09:21 PM
Amidst the crowd, we see a shadowed silhouette walking. A silhouette that wore a hat, a tattered cloak and the sheath of a blade peeking from under the clothes, with a belt to keep the blade together, battered by the multi-colored rain.
Most who give a glance at this silhouette wont notice anything off- only that they look fairly archaic. And that was fine by the silhouette. It was not time to fight yet. After all, he once fought, and he lost.
How long has it been, ever since his head hit the stage's floor in front of all of his followers? Now all that's left of his head is a fine, black mist, confused by many to be merely the shadow from his hat. A quick fix from the little gods that sent him back to this earth, who considered him not optimal, but sufficient for the divine mission he has at hand. If he had any semblance of a hand, that is.
And for how long has he been surveying the streets, waiting to gather followers in order to re-attempt their rebellion? It certainly was not long enough for anyone to start having their suspicions ever since he stepped foot in this city. And certainly not long enough to have anything worth mentioning in their past, besides the rebellion he himself spearheaded- said rebellion already having been lost to time, as the silhouette only had spotted two posters from the movement he once led, both damaged beyond saving. Everyone he led probably died in the time it took for him to come back.
And to think he has been selected the omen of countless more rebellions to come. He's alone. He still doesn't have anyone to trust yet- a task made harder by his now elemental nature. Had he revealed himself to someone, that trust could easily be betrayed by the promise of a fortune for turning him in.
But maybe that will change. Today, the omen feels something... recognizable. A feeling of looking at something and having a familiar understanding of.
A feeling that they have sorely missed amidst the towers, the crowd and the drones.
Maybe today is the day they will find someone.
> Head towards the feeling. Chase it. It's the only thing you have right now. Look for the something, or someone that could be giving off this feeling.
Most who give a glance at this silhouette wont notice anything off- only that they look fairly archaic. And that was fine by the silhouette. It was not time to fight yet. After all, he once fought, and he lost.
How long has it been, ever since his head hit the stage's floor in front of all of his followers? Now all that's left of his head is a fine, black mist, confused by many to be merely the shadow from his hat. A quick fix from the little gods that sent him back to this earth, who considered him not optimal, but sufficient for the divine mission he has at hand. If he had any semblance of a hand, that is.
And for how long has he been surveying the streets, waiting to gather followers in order to re-attempt their rebellion? It certainly was not long enough for anyone to start having their suspicions ever since he stepped foot in this city. And certainly not long enough to have anything worth mentioning in their past, besides the rebellion he himself spearheaded- said rebellion already having been lost to time, as the silhouette only had spotted two posters from the movement he once led, both damaged beyond saving. Everyone he led probably died in the time it took for him to come back.
And to think he has been selected the omen of countless more rebellions to come. He's alone. He still doesn't have anyone to trust yet- a task made harder by his now elemental nature. Had he revealed himself to someone, that trust could easily be betrayed by the promise of a fortune for turning him in.
But maybe that will change. Today, the omen feels something... recognizable. A feeling of looking at something and having a familiar understanding of.
A feeling that they have sorely missed amidst the towers, the crowd and the drones.
Maybe today is the day they will find someone.
> Head towards the feeling. Chase it. It's the only thing you have right now. Look for the something, or someone that could be giving off this feeling.
it is me. awe921, the greatest face in all of koridai