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Out of Place [Social: Varian | Kon] Empty on Sun Mar 04, 2018 9:32 am

Akira Shimada
Akira was not a believer. For some reason, she felt the need to remind herself of that repeatedly. Her footsteps echoed and it made her nervous. She walked faster, till she reached the nave and slid to sit herself down on the pew bench. She fidgeted with her finger unnecessarily. Her gaze idly followed the people inside. Each with their own reason for being here... She made stories in her head about them, it quickly became easy to sense patterns and assume intents behind the visit.

First, there were the tourists and they were the easiest to spot. They carried long sullen faces, mostly wearing expressions of entitled annoyance while attempting to feign sympathy, it was apparent that they were mostly salty about picking such an unfortunate time to pay a visit to Crocus as they fumbled around through the Church. Then there were the frazzled mourners, no doubt they'd lost someone in the attack, there weren't too many, but they were still considerable. The regulars of course, who were precise in their navigation, while offering advice and consolation...

Aki just sighed and smoothened her pleated skirt. All the whispered conversations rustled through the interiors of the main hall... Much like leaves in a forest. If she closed her eyes and allowed herself to surrender, maybe she could find peace amidst this chaotic realm of broken hearts, hopes, and wishes? She drew a long shaky breath in and wondered how long would the Cathedral remain accessible to the common people. The mage decided to push that boundary and test the devoted, just to see how long she could sit here...

The soft orange had faded from the large windows, the shadows had grown taller and then had been consumed by the darkness. The crowd had thinned to only a handful of devout occupants. Akira probably looked out of place, but that she was used to. She wondered if it was about time that someone would come and ask her to take her leave... The girl mused about how they'd do it, would the engage in a philosophical conversation, attempt to find out and sort what was troubling her? Would they grant her more time if she asked? Time was a small gift to give, wasn't it and the Church did always talk about giving...

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Out of Place [Social: Varian | Kon] Empty on Sun Mar 04, 2018 10:03 am

Varian
Varian stood outside the large church. Like always Vega was by his side, the small animal never ventured away from him since the day they had met. Varian assumed it was some kind of special bond they had formed, but it also could have been from her past.

He continued his way up the steep marble steps into the cathedral. Placing his hand softly on the wooden door, he slid into the darkened sanctuary. There were a few people up at the front praying, some sat in chairs a few feet away. He was not one of those people. Varian was here to get a look at the place, he was  tourist afterall, and he had planned on coming late to miss the crowd. He stood in the way back, behind the large marble pillars that held up the balcony full of seats above him. The church had large glass windows that went down the sides of it. The pews were painted a soft white to match the rest of the church. Varian tugged his jacket tighter around him, and rightfully stuck his hands into his jean pockets. It was a shame that the church seemed to have a lack of heating. Varian peered down at vega who was curled up next to his legs, ignoring the cold that seemed to be existing around him. Maybe it was the curse messing with his insides again, or maybe it was the church just having poor insulation. Either way Varian didn't know.

finding the spiral staircase up to the balcony, he climbed slowly up the stairs. From above the church was much prettier, you could see more and the alter up in front held an ethereal beauty. The few remaining worshippers slowly filed out of the church as they finished. Only those who lived in the church remained. Varian took a seat in the front row of the balcony, he was out of sight in the dark. The only noises were the sounds of the father praying silently while he put out the alter candles.

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Out of Place [Social: Varian | Kon] Empty on Sun Mar 04, 2018 12:12 pm

Konstantin Sokolov
His presence at the building had been requested by one of the officials there who was seeking his assistance in a future mission that he and another would undertake likely his wife, Alice given their situation and ability to work with each-other. Of course he was still clueless on the complete details of the mission however he had been informed that the matter was urgent though with every matter from an organisation was urgent in their eyes. Given he would be in a well guarded area with numerous other Holy Knights stationed throughout the building he could have left behind his weapon in the room he had been stay in while he remained in Crocus. Instead however he took the heavy weapon upon onto his right shoulder. While he was not completely helpless without the weapon, he still liked to have it around just in case. Afterall he might need to shoot something a great distance away from him.

As Kon walked through the crowded streets he looked at the various people he past noticing their downtrodden expression stemming from the loss of their former king and princess who was adored by the community. While slavery was a terrible thing, the death of the king wasn’t the right way to go about removing it and without proper transition to another working system there would be an economic instability within the country for some time. Kon when he listened to the new “emperor’s” speech left him viewing the man as an idealist who didn’t seem to understand would happen in the long term. The use of force illustrated by leading all of his problems to Zade was equally problematic as it would and could spark rebellion throughout the country having the inverse effect to his one of his goals: gaining more power implied with his self-proclaimed title of Emperor.

For now however he had more important things to look after such as his family and his responsibility within the Holy Knights. As he reached the steps of the great building, he put down his heavy cross against the wall and lit a cigar placing it between his lips waiting for another to open the door, now leaning on the wall as well next to it. Fortunately it only took a few minutes for an elderly woman who looked judgingly at him to come along and open the door giving him enough to time to take up his weapon and enter the building holding the door open with the base of the gun itself.

His presence would quickly become apparent to all those on the main floor, his appearance was unlike that of any other in the cathedral with his hair being a stark white, an odd colour for someone so young while behind a blanket of the coarse fibers concealed his golden eye from the general public, his gun was fashioned in an not so subtle design while his clothes suggested he was nothing more than a vagabond with just a simple overcoat worn from a white shirt and some pants. Blending in with the crowd had never been his strong suit nor was he about to start any time soon because of this he simply chose to ignore the onlookers and walk to his destination bypassing the center and moving to the door restricted to the public.

Making his way past the neatly lined up altars he quickly scanned each person for anything of significance, so far it was mostly just the grieving widows and families of fallen soldiers that he came across. “Was this what his family could be in store for in the future?” He thought to himself with a sense of dread. Just as he was passed the first half of the altars something or more specifically someone took his eye, his golden eye. It was a woman roughly the same age as him hair as dark as midnight who seemed to have a both light and darkness as two separate entities unlikely Alice who also held two element but as one combined effect. “Just who was this woman?, surely not a Holy Knight?, a third party outsourced individual perhaps?”

Diverting his path he made his way over to the female mage to introduce himself reaching her however would prove to be a slight challenge as a number of individual had started to notice the smoke that was casually lingering around him. Noticing the sensitive times that everyone was in, he promptly stamped out the cigar into a nearby pool of water. Eventually those around him went back to their praying allowing him to reach the woman passing through the line of altars behind her before standing opposite to her with him from the right while her to the left as one entered the church from the main entrance. While it was a place of worship typically meaning those within it should respect those around them, Kon opted inside to openly begin with a more casual tone. “Beautiful building isn’t it?, The Grand Cathedral of Crocus, I hope I wasn’t interrupting you it’s just something about you caught my attention is all. I’m Kon by the way nice to meet you.” Extending his left hand while his right remained firmly within the handle of his gun. “And this it’s just a relic for the church ignore it as best as you can, I know I try to….”

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Out of Place [Social: Varian | Kon] Empty on Mon Mar 05, 2018 3:24 am

Akira Shimada
The crowd had thinned since a lot of the tourist had a sudden urgency to leave, perhaps they realized as mesmerizing and unblemished the church was, it wasn't worth skipping dinner over. It created chaos, however, as they tried to shove past the worshippers that still stood in front of the altar. Akira sighed, amidst all this awkwardly contained, bustling a new entity swarmed into the Church as most were leaving.

Now, Akira had been impartial in her observance of people, but this man pretty much demanded attention. It was the faint waft of smoke, that had caused her to turn briefly and scan the man's face. She was sure the clergymen would not take kindly to smoking... But if there was leniency, her own hand drifted to her pack. The smoke always served as a great defense mechanism against crowds, particularly like these. Her hopes were crushed as the man put out the cigar he'd had betwixt his lips.

But that wasn't the most startling feature... The man was a beacon. From his oddly parted hair to the large cross... He didn't even look like he was here to pray, what was he doing with that? Maybe he had to mount it somewhere or something. It was pretty strange, he didn't look like a carpenter, maybe he just needed to deliver it... Akira shrugged, probably the Church's attempt to show they're flourishing, restore the faith of the people in their organization, or cement it, post the attack, she thought as she assessed the other features of the man, briefly.

He was probably half a decade or so older than her, still couldn't really be considered old though, the probably early twenties? He didn't sport the haggard grieving look, but the way he circumnavigated the people and moved through the Cathedral, he definitely was no tourist either. Akira sighed. He had enough eyeballs on him already, so perhaps it wasn't a good idea to stare, she turned away as swiftly as she could, staring forward. Then she saw him in her peripheral vision. Oh no, does he want something from me? her heart raced again, strangers hadn't always been kind in Crocus, barring a few of course. But this was supposed to be a damn haven... she thought as her toes tapped the floor underneath softly, betraying anxiety.

As he finally turned towards her, she realized it'd be too rude to simply ignore the man, especially after he mused about the building, to which she responded with a soft 'Indeed.' with the way he stood out, he probably was not the kind of man used to being ignored and Akira didn't see reason to, he wasn't finding some reason to label her a freak or something.  She turned towards him too, blinking slowly. A few of the devout turned to witness their interaction, perhaps they knew the man, the truly zealous worshippers didn't. Aki swallowed, she hated being a center of attention, probably because it was usually the negative sort.

As he unconventionally extended his left hand as a greeting and introduced himself, her eyes widened and a half-smile tugged at her lips... What are the odds... she mused in her head. 'Sokolov?' she asked softly, to confirm her deduction. How curious... A chance to meet the father of her superior's twins. She accepted his hand in hers, but her left hand's grip was probably weaker than her right would've been. 'Akira Shimada.' She offered her full name before his confirmation. Apparently, it was rude to ask for names, especially last names without sharing their own first.

Before she could go on to explain why she'd asked for the last name at all, he mentioned the relic, she assumed it was the large cross his right hand was supporting. 'Oh, the Church gave you that cross?' she asked a little surprised, 'That's pretty cool... And...' she shook her head smiling a little wider, 'It is a little tough to ignore... I'll try though.' she remarked jovially. Her tone was as casual as his, but still a little flatter than his. The girl was still learning how to deal with people. However, her words were devoid of any trace of envy or desire to obtain such relics for herself, Aki was hardly materialistic. So he's the friend of the Cathedral then... a rather great friend.  

As usual, it was difficult to keep eye contact for long, especially because she was wary of making the rookie mistake of staring too long at the mop of hair that covered one part of his face. It is rude to stare at oddities. Her mind chanted redundantly. So instead, she surveyed the emptying church again. All the tourists were gone now, some of the other dwellers were retreating deeper into the Cathedral, probably to the living quarters, or maybe somewhere to dine... Her eyes lingered on the balconies, their walls ornately carved with figures of angels. While most of them were deserted, one piqued her interest. She could've sworn she saw something orange-ish glow there, in the bleak light of the candles, some sort of fur... But she couldn't be sure. 'See something there?' she asked, angling her chin towards the balcony, wondering if Kon had a better angle.

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Out of Place [Social: Varian | Kon] Empty on Mon Mar 05, 2018 5:49 pm

Varian
for a little while the place continued to loose tourists as some filed out slowly and some quickly. Varian continued to eye the alter as the night continued. It happened to be one of the few wooden things in the building besides the pews. It was a lighter wood, birch maybe? But that seemed to bright. The carvings were intracare and the legs of the alter had been carved so a raised vine pattern crawled up the legs of the alter. The vines all converged into what looked like a wooden garden. It had roses and other grasses carved into its sides. Whoever had built it had serious dedication.

As he let his eyes wander, the sent of cigar smoke drifted into the room, causing both Varian and Vega to sneeze lightly. The noise was almost inaudible by the clanking of the father and the footsteps of the leaving tourists. Peering down, slightly annoyed by whoever was smoking in the building, Varian observed the people from his hidden spot. One man stuck out, his hair was white and he had obviously just put out the cigar. So he had been the smoker. The man began a donversation with a rather uncomfortable looking girl. Varian preferred people watching, not in the creepy Im gonna follow you home kind of way, but in the “other people have lives that you don’t know of” kind of mystery.

Eventually the girl popped a look over at the balcony where Varian sat, she didn’t seem to notice anything at first, but eventually her eyes momentarily stuck on the bright orange fur of Vega who had been climbing on the pews. Trying to keep his postition a secret so he could further observe he snagged Vega and slid along the floor and out of sight. Slowly he sneaked back down the stairs. Settling down in the doorway to the stairs, Varian returned to his people watching. He made up stories of the people who were filing out the door in front of him, one young woman who held the hand of a child in her’s was dubbed Amelia, and she was a strong woman who had recently married a man of nobility and was currnetly worried about the upcoming times, and that was why she came. Another was a man who Varian had dubbed Vaun, who actually happened to be a member of the guild grimoire heart and was really working for the new king to weed out the unloyal in the church. Obviously Varian knew none of this untrue but it gave him a way to pass the time. He had decided on waiting for everyone to leave so he could indulge his curious side and investigate the church.

Finally, as the last tourist left, except for the two people who remained chatting in some of the pews, Varian broke away from his mental story. Everything seemed to be going fine until he noticed Vega was missing. Peering out from his hidden doorway Varian looked around the sanctuary for some glimpse of her bright orange fur. Finally he noticed her bright orange tail slip into a doorway at the back end of the sanctuary behind the alter. Varian willed enough confidence into his body to stand up and slide down the far end of the pews, on the other side of the sanctuary from the two remaining people. He tried his best to stay in the shadows, he had no idea if he was even still allowed in the church. The two people could have been church operatives for all he knew. His footsteps were precise and careful, and eventually he was standing in front of the door where Vega slipped in. Grabbing the handle to pull it open a little further so he could slip in, his own nightmare happened. The opening of the unliked door hinges created a shrill grinding noise that was sure to catch the attention of the last two people in the sanctuary. Varian froze like a rabbit, hoping that they wouldn’t see him, which was undoubtedly wrong. Taking a breath he didn’t wait for the onslaught of questions, he simply turned around and stared the duo straight in the eyes, which was hard with the lack of light. He wasn’t going to be the first to speak.

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Out of Place [Social: Varian | Kon] Empty on Sun Mar 25, 2018 1:06 am

Konstantin Sokolov
He was met with a quick response with the black haired woman agreeing with his sentiment while accepting his gesture of an handshake. Suspicion grew around her as she identified him by his last name as well though quickly returning her own. Perplexed as to how she knew of his name, he couldn’t help but retort. “I’m curious about something, Akira, How is it that you know of my last name and yet we have not met?” There were perhaps a handful of people that could spot him from a crowd, being able to recognise his name from just his face and nickname was another thing entirely. Afterall he had been constantly undergoing physical changed whether it was minor such as his whitened hair or his golden eye and his own family likely would be unable to recognise him from these changes.

For now though things would be resolved in a civil manner with them being inside a church and him being unaware of almost anything about her, she may be a worker within the Rune Knights having a record of his name. It seems however his cross would enter the forefront of their conversation with an answerable response of her being unable to ignore it entirely though it was wise of her not to. “Perfectly understandable, few can ignore something like this.” The conversation drew dull swiftly with Akira noticeably opting to scan the building seeming to spot something in one of the higher floors, turning as well at her request, he too spotted something albeit briefly. It was less than a flash of colour not enough for him to get a clear look to reveal whether or not it was something of importance,

“It was something but I couldn’t get a clear look, anyway what brings you to the cathedral if you don’t mind me saying you don’t look like the religious type, I don’t mean to offend there’s just something about you that doesn’t scream Illumin.” Idle chit-chat was not something he was the greatest at frequently being brief and straight to the point. While comfortable wielding such a weapon in one arm it was impractical for him to do so within the church nor appropriate instead he gently placed it down at its base. The building despite its vast size and large base of followers had been surprisingly sparse perhaps due to many still recovering from the conflict because of it seemed they were the only people within the great room itself aside from the odd priest roaming around in the background talking to themselves holding holy symbols at least to his knowledge.

That was, at least, until he noticed a man behaving immensely odd, seemingly trying to leave the room into a side room only to freeze in place as frozen in place before turning towards them. As he turned, memories of the church in Baska returned to him, they had met once before in an odd encounter, obviously something had transpired with him to behave in such a manner as this. Wanting to right whatever wrong there was between them, he reached out to him perhaps too loudly in such a building as this. “No need to be scared, my friend let us deal with whatever issue there is between us.”



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Out of Place [Social: Varian | Kon] Empty on Tue Mar 27, 2018 3:57 am

Akira Shimada
While she had no qualms about running into this man, upon closer inspection it became more and more likely that he indeed was Alice's Kon. From the flippant looks she'd thrown his way, she noticed the thick mop of hair, was parted in a manner that covered one eye, she recalled Alice telling her about the evil twin's assault... The likelihood of her hypothesis being true dragged a strange feeling with it... Perhaps it was because, on the two occasions that Alice and Akira had spent time together, neither had gone spectacularly well. While one could argue there was progress at least, Aki wasn't sure how much it really accounted for. It was doubtful that among so many others, the Shimada was even someone Alice had bothered talking about, with her intended. Yet, just in case she had, this man may not have a totally unbiased view of Akira. The girl wrung her palms together and continued looking around the cathedral, absently admiring it.

Perhaps she shouldn't have chirped out his last name that way, while she couldn't really detect anything too confrontational or malicious in his question, she felt a bit on the spot about it. 'I... I think I just put a few things together, the Rune Knights has a directory of mages that fought agai-' she cleared her throat, not wanting to voice the enmity they had with the man who was now king. 'And, I know Alice.' she finished. Wondering if that was going to be satisfactory or not. Just for the sake of clarity she continued. 'She had mentioned a certain Kon as her fiance and I took the liberty to look the name up in the directory.' she said, reddening a little, feeling a bit like a stalker. Of course, she couldn't mention the eye, that would be divulging too much of what Alice may have shared in confidence.

The man was more understanding about her reaction to the large cross, despite her not having followed his suggestion to ignore it. Made it more apparent that he was used to the attention that came with it. 'Indeed.' she agreed, with a nervous chuckle as she awkwardly and rather deliberately turned her attention towards the interiors.

From the location she had tried to bring to Kon's notice, she swore she noticed scuffling and then the glint of the orange fur vanished. She wondered, if her spotting them was the cause of this disappearance. Aki narrowed her eyes, before tearing her gaze away from the balcony. He too it seemed hadn't gotten a very clear glimpse. Aki let out a soft 'hmm.' When he asked her about her reasons for being here, she sighed softly, smoothing the pleats in her skirt nervously. Once again, the question was mostly innocuous, but he did draw attention to the fact that she contrasted with what was expected from an Illumin believer. 'Er...just thought I shouldn't miss such a monument, don't know when I'll visit Crocus again.' her words were soft and her eyes darted from side to side, as she decidedly didn't refuse or accept her status as a non-believer.

Aki noticed that orange glint again, as she looked around shiftily. It was a creature indeed. It appeared to be a little like a fox, with  puffy cream colored fur around its neck. The little beast accompanied a man, and the pair emerged from the stairway that led to the balconies overhead. The man simply walked closer and stood starting. Maybe he was here to kick them out, or just her...  But he seemed more interested in Kon, or so she assumed. The platinum haired man, confirmed as much when he beckoned the other closer. Aki didn't really want to be in between and be a bother, this was more attention that she had bargained for. She cleared her throat and got up. 'Nice to meet you, Kon but I should really get going, I didn't realize how late it already was... Do give my regards to Alice...' she muttered, sort of apologetically. The dark haired girl threw in a nod at the other guy too, followed with a faint smile, 'Good evening.' she greeted. Aki then shuffled out of the row, on the other side, so Kon didn't have to get up. Swiftly, she walked to the grand doors. With one last critical look at the internal structures of the grand cathedral, she turned and left.


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Out of Place [Social: Varian | Kon] Empty on Fri Mar 30, 2018 6:16 am

Varian
Varian stood quietly for a few moments. He watched one of the last people go and then turned his eyes back to the kind man. His demeanor was kind, but yet there felt like there was something about him that made you cautious when conversing with him. Varian smed gently. ”Sorry for intruding, my cat just managed to get a little turned around, that’s all.” he said with a smile. He didn’t want to be a haste to anyone so he swooped into the private room and snagged Vega. ”it is a beautiful place, I can’t remember ever seeing a church like this.” Varian said. Then quickly under his breath ”or seeing any church ever.”

Varian turned his attention back to the platinum blonde man and gave a smile. ”if you don’t mind me asking why are you here so late, seems a bit odd. Now It is odd I’m here so late but that’s because k wanted a nice view of everything after the tourists left, but what about you?” Varian asked, arching a single eyebrow. Varian tried very hard not to be to oppressive he didn’t want to set the man off, that would be impolite and the man was currently being very nice to Varian. Varian readjusted his grip on Bega who sat a little restless in his arms, but he didn’t mind too much, she was still somewhat obedient at least.

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Out of Place [Social: Varian | Kon] Empty on Sat Apr 28, 2018 12:21 pm

Konstantin Sokolov
Despite his initial intentions to interact once more with the individual whom he had briefly encountered months ago, Kon forced to end their conversation abruptly having been interrupted by a priest of the Grand Cathedral calling him by his true name for god knows reason much to his annoyance. “Konstantin?, Konstantin Sokolov?, Your presence has been requested by the high magisters within the church please follow me.” With a heavy sigh, He nodded lazily as he heard his name and the summons. Wanting to ensure that they would not leave off on a bad note, Kon further bent into a bow and apologised humbly and sincerely to the gentleman who stood in front of him. “My apologises unfortunately we will have to part ways here perhaps we will see each-other in the future.”

Having given his goodbyes and begging the pardon of the stranger, he left him and caught up to the priest who seemed to be walking at a noticeably brisk pace, speaking in an undertone to ensure he wasn’t overheard. “The magisters need you to do something for them, more specifically track someone down and retrieve them before anyone else can claim the person they are after.” Reaching the door to an inner section of the building, the priest held open the door letting him in before parting ways with him. “Here is where I leave you.”

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