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A Blade Set to Whetstone[Atlas]
Fri Jun 28, 2019 10:14 pm
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An array of warm and cool tones clashed with one another cascading the sky with a photogenic scenery rival to a form of art, the sun's rays ricocheting off the sands of the Sahara creating the vibrancy of a fresh day. One that would, with high hopes, set him on the proper path to rekindling the flame that had dwindled in the breeze of time. Hopes to rejuvenate the time that had been lost, humanity breached his inner core to see this through to the end.
Torabevu held a vision of his death being akin to dying for a worthy cause; unwilling to let this vision slip away that he had kept since youth. Not by something so simple in resolution as to finding someone that could draw his strength out of him once more. He needed to gain some resolve to relight the fire in his heart, and it was all a matter of finding someone capable of such. He cared little as to how they went about affairs. He sought results. While it all appeared a bit forced, it was paramount. Barriers had captivated the hopes and dreams of a youthful warrior. Whether they be mental or physical and here, beneath this gradient of beauty and within this Titanium architecture, he would decimate them for eternity. Letting the crumbs fall through his the fingers with a sense of satisfaction and honor.
The next step on his journey brought him to Vastime a lush and vibrant home to many. Traveling through the country, experiencing the life that existed among the Titanium clad land. One could easily see the populace was happy to be where they were. Peace tingled the hairs of nostrils, and the vibe carried from border to border, not missing a single soul. He would have to travel to the King's Chambers to further his selfish whims.
Having an acceptional knowledge of the routes from prior research and briefing before his departure, he'd make his way to the Headquarters of Vastime. With the morning dew still feeding the skies, officials migrated to their day job. The man draped in an unconventional Shinigami's garb stood in wait for an opportunity to make his way inside. Unsure of the security measures, he'd wait for the crowds to die down. Now was a good of a time as any to sneak in a few chapters, anyway.
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Re: A Blade Set to Whetstone[Atlas]
Sat Jun 29, 2019 7:34 pm
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There was men when they walked, crowds parted from their very presence. Like that of minnows seeking to avoid being in the path of a great white. Many of the men who invoked such a will where large and imposing men, who held frames which looked like they could crush mountains with their hands. Seldom was there a man who was cut lean, their skin pulled tight over a lithe frame. Coiled around muscle and sinew, no excess fat or muscle only what they needed to survive within the field, or in combat. But when such men did arrive, when their presence was felt, people would move briskly to avoid their wrath.
Such a man was General Atlas d'al Decter, Duke of Bellum. A proper title made by the king himself, one of the five created and bestowed upon loyal citizens of the realm. But the name Bellum, was derived from the latin word which meant war. It was often a quiet remark that said between soldiers and citizens alike that General Decter unofficials monikers of 'The warhound of Vastime' or 'The Duke of War' provoked mythical responses. That a man so young could become such a distinguished soldier, one known for their ruthless and practical methodology. One who was also known for their gallantry in battle, and front line leading ability, as showcased by his knighthood- but most recently the loss of his left arm.
That was the figure which the crowd parted for, a man of some height with a lean frame. Wearing a uniform which was Vastimian in nature, holding the insignia of a general. The left sleeve folded and button'd to the shoulder as the only person who had not moved as a shinigami, one who look absorbed in their book. If he was offended, or cared, he show'd nothing on his face. The only thing which indicated any level of emotion was the smooth tenor which spoke with professionalism.
"Are you here as an envoy from the gotei, or personal matters?"
The world seemed to silence as he spoke. While he was no one like that of Shadin Yuudeshi, Mana Asthavon, or those godlike figures which ran the world he was dangerous in a difference sense. He was a man who held the hearts, and the fears, of the people in this nation. When it came to influence, and his aura he protruded there was one thing clear;
He was a man to be cautious of. A wolf, or hound, among sheep to act either as their shepherd or devourer. And his sights, had been squarely set upon this shinigami.
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There was men when they walked, crowds parted from their very presence. Like that of minnows seeking to avoid being in the path of a great white. Many of the men who invoked such a will where large and imposing men, who held frames which looked like they could crush mountains with their hands. Seldom was there a man who was cut lean, their skin pulled tight over a lithe frame. Coiled around muscle and sinew, no excess fat or muscle only what they needed to survive within the field, or in combat. But when such men did arrive, when their presence was felt, people would move briskly to avoid their wrath.
Such a man was General Atlas d'al Decter, Duke of Bellum. A proper title made by the king himself, one of the five created and bestowed upon loyal citizens of the realm. But the name Bellum, was derived from the latin word which meant war. It was often a quiet remark that said between soldiers and citizens alike that General Decter unofficials monikers of 'The warhound of Vastime' or 'The Duke of War' provoked mythical responses. That a man so young could become such a distinguished soldier, one known for their ruthless and practical methodology. One who was also known for their gallantry in battle, and front line leading ability, as showcased by his knighthood- but most recently the loss of his left arm.
That was the figure which the crowd parted for, a man of some height with a lean frame. Wearing a uniform which was Vastimian in nature, holding the insignia of a general. The left sleeve folded and button'd to the shoulder as the only person who had not moved as a shinigami, one who look absorbed in their book. If he was offended, or cared, he show'd nothing on his face. The only thing which indicated any level of emotion was the smooth tenor which spoke with professionalism.
"Are you here as an envoy from the gotei, or personal matters?"
The world seemed to silence as he spoke. While he was no one like that of Shadin Yuudeshi, Mana Asthavon, or those godlike figures which ran the world he was dangerous in a difference sense. He was a man who held the hearts, and the fears, of the people in this nation. When it came to influence, and his aura he protruded there was one thing clear;
He was a man to be cautious of. A wolf, or hound, among sheep to act either as their shepherd or devourer. And his sights, had been squarely set upon this shinigami.
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Re: A Blade Set to Whetstone[Atlas]
Sat Jun 29, 2019 9:39 pm
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"Hm?"
The desolate hum of his pressed lips as he breathed in confusion of the gangway that was created around his vicinity. His face was peppered red, not out of embarrassment, but for the steamy imagery that his novel entailed. Faint whispers of the city's oligarchy began to break the silence in response to his confusion and what seemed to be a blatant disrespect to the General of Vastime.
Taking a moment to recollect himself, stow his entertainment and recall the words spoken toward him. "Ah, well then, familiar with the Gotei just as I was briefed. An envoy, well... perhaps, but I would say this leans toward personal more so the former. Torabevu Kuchiki." He extended his hand briefly, realizing it may be improper. He was unsure; he brought it up awkwardly saluting his hand unsure of what to do. Thus, he'd reach his arm out once more. "And if I may ask who you might be? Clearly, someone important for something as simple as this to become a spectacle." A light grin pushed his cheeks with delight for the newly made acquaintance to come.
The introduction seemed to be a more prosperous meeting and first impression than what he conspired with Mifune, that was near absolute. It seemed to be prosaic, straight to the chase. Very professional, to say the least. Though, Torabevu was unable to foreshadow the upcoming events.
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Re: A Blade Set to Whetstone[Atlas]
Sat Jun 29, 2019 10:53 pm
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Ah, that name was familiar. Not because of any personal exploits but simply due to professional curtsy. Atlas recongized the name for being affiliated with such an old and noble family, one which had a say in the way the soul society was run. So naturally he had committed their names and various power positions to memory. They where nobles, foreign ones but he supposed their positions would be respected given their close relation to Vastime.
The corner of his lips tugged into an upward slash, of which some would call a smile as a single gloved hand extended taking their own. A steady shake was given twice before releasing it, with only mild formality. It was enough to indicate their talks could be taken with ease. He'd open his mouth to speak, a smooth tenor refined in it's soft drawl.
"I am Atlas d'al Decter, Duke of Bellum, General of the 1st Expeditionary army; acting secretary of war."
It was a brief introduction of his titles and offices, more of a formality than any grand standing. It was important in their line of business to know exactly the functions someone performed. But none the less he'd look around at everyone with mix-matched eyes, one an almost vibrant mechanical blue and the other a deep brown. With that it was enough to send everyone on their way leaving the men to converse alone to the standard observer, in reality he was sure there was eyes and ears everywhere be it from his political rivals or allies.
"I can offer you escort inside if that is what you seek; it would be rather rude of me to leave a man of your stature standing in the sun unattended."
He'd take a single step, polished boots clicking onto cobble stone throwing a glance of his shoulder expecting him to follow. The smile which was on his lips replaced by something which looked like a smile, but was nothing at all like one.
"And while we walk, you can convey your business here, Torabevu Kuchiki."
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Ah, that name was familiar. Not because of any personal exploits but simply due to professional curtsy. Atlas recongized the name for being affiliated with such an old and noble family, one which had a say in the way the soul society was run. So naturally he had committed their names and various power positions to memory. They where nobles, foreign ones but he supposed their positions would be respected given their close relation to Vastime.
The corner of his lips tugged into an upward slash, of which some would call a smile as a single gloved hand extended taking their own. A steady shake was given twice before releasing it, with only mild formality. It was enough to indicate their talks could be taken with ease. He'd open his mouth to speak, a smooth tenor refined in it's soft drawl.
"I am Atlas d'al Decter, Duke of Bellum, General of the 1st Expeditionary army; acting secretary of war."
It was a brief introduction of his titles and offices, more of a formality than any grand standing. It was important in their line of business to know exactly the functions someone performed. But none the less he'd look around at everyone with mix-matched eyes, one an almost vibrant mechanical blue and the other a deep brown. With that it was enough to send everyone on their way leaving the men to converse alone to the standard observer, in reality he was sure there was eyes and ears everywhere be it from his political rivals or allies.
"I can offer you escort inside if that is what you seek; it would be rather rude of me to leave a man of your stature standing in the sun unattended."
He'd take a single step, polished boots clicking onto cobble stone throwing a glance of his shoulder expecting him to follow. The smile which was on his lips replaced by something which looked like a smile, but was nothing at all like one.
"And while we walk, you can convey your business here, Torabevu Kuchiki."
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Re: A Blade Set to Whetstone[Atlas]
Sat Jun 29, 2019 11:26 pm
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Ah, yes. It was none other than the Ace Attorney himself, the man responsible of the justified prosecution of the insane Oda Tatsuya. The case stood out to him, which was the first time the Vizard race had sparked a sense of intriguement to his soul. Putting a face to a name he could recall the entire case in specific details, more specifically the lack of comfortable seating within the establishment. His tailbone ached at the thought of the hard wooden surface upon his posterior. He could take a lesson or two on the caliber of his introduction, keeping it punctual without delving into useless information as Tora usually did himself.
The firm grip of the gloved hand spoke with silence and spoke fathoms of his character with the single action. He could tell the man was an intelligible being, seeing it first hand as well. Not to mention powerful, as he was able to cast away the dwindling spirits with a single gaze. Torabevu couldn't help but be somewhat impressed by the obedience of the men and women, as well as his ability to command without a single word.
A simple nod led with a soft, quaint gaze would send the approval of the escort. Torabevu couldn't help but notice the man's inability to smile properly, rather comical, but he'd not let it break his mantra. "Of course, General." His words met in compliance for the militant leader as he hastened his pace to match shoulders with Atlas. "I was sent here of my decree, with the guidance of Ulv Auber, in search of a vetted warrior that could perhaps bring me back to my prior self." He casually glanced at Atlas as he spoke, a constant tendency during a non-frontal conversation. "Without getting too far into the specifics, I've only recently started carrying my sword with me after nearly a millennium of being out of the field. It seems my strengths have faded since." He continued, his left hand caressing the guard of his blade as he spoke of it. "I was directed to finding your King, Hayden Desmond, in the events that he would hear out my proposal and assist me. It's a rather selfish request, I understand, but I'd leave no debt unpaid. I assure you." The words would ring with a vibrancy that held capabilities of laying trust to a swindler. "Surely a man of your stature could arrange a meeting perhaps?" His persuasive ability probably wasn't the best, but he wasn't confident about how else he would accomplish a meeting with a King. It wasn't like he could knock on his door and request such a thing.
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Re: A Blade Set to Whetstone[Atlas]
Sun Jun 30, 2019 12:39 am
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"His Majesty, Desmond Hayden."
The man seemed to invoke the name carefully, a soft reproach to his voice as he corrected the order his name was said in. Naturally he left out the full royal title and name out of the conversation. But besides that he listened carefully as they stepped into the inside of the military base, soldiers going about their daily business ranging from transporting documents, training, or simply having a lunch/smoke break. The entire setting was a mixture of civilian personnel acting as the civic side and a military side all mixed together. But as they made their way deeper, revealing a large amount of land encompassed by the walls of the fort.
To Atlas this man spoke with a charm which he would expect to see within the Cortes, he would surely fit within the sliver tongued men who graced such a place. What was more important however was the audience he sought with his kingship, and the purpose behind it. That caused a genuine smile to grow on his face, a small thing which was more amused than anything else.
"I'm afraid his majesty is currently busy with wedding plans along with a war; yet, I may have a solution for you."
Punctual was a good way to describe the way he spoke, an elegant undertone which never came anything close to crude or rude. Able to deftly weave his words to fit the agenda he had, something they perhaps shared among other things. The eyes of Atlas would dip to look at where his arm used to be before setting onto Tora.
"I may be of some assistance, people believe me to be deft at the saber and pistol. Though I have been robbed of my arm, it would also serve me persist in my training. It is in the spirit of Vastime to overcome a minor setback like this."
It may be strange for someone to refer to their arm being removed a minor setback, one who seemed intent on not taking any sorta enhancement to mitigate that. But like the true embodiment of the spirit of Vastime such was the life he chose to live; and with these two warrior dedicated to improving their craft they could easily be of use to one another.
"What say you?"
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"His Majesty, Desmond Hayden."
The man seemed to invoke the name carefully, a soft reproach to his voice as he corrected the order his name was said in. Naturally he left out the full royal title and name out of the conversation. But besides that he listened carefully as they stepped into the inside of the military base, soldiers going about their daily business ranging from transporting documents, training, or simply having a lunch/smoke break. The entire setting was a mixture of civilian personnel acting as the civic side and a military side all mixed together. But as they made their way deeper, revealing a large amount of land encompassed by the walls of the fort.
To Atlas this man spoke with a charm which he would expect to see within the Cortes, he would surely fit within the sliver tongued men who graced such a place. What was more important however was the audience he sought with his kingship, and the purpose behind it. That caused a genuine smile to grow on his face, a small thing which was more amused than anything else.
"I'm afraid his majesty is currently busy with wedding plans along with a war; yet, I may have a solution for you."
Punctual was a good way to describe the way he spoke, an elegant undertone which never came anything close to crude or rude. Able to deftly weave his words to fit the agenda he had, something they perhaps shared among other things. The eyes of Atlas would dip to look at where his arm used to be before setting onto Tora.
"I may be of some assistance, people believe me to be deft at the saber and pistol. Though I have been robbed of my arm, it would also serve me persist in my training. It is in the spirit of Vastime to overcome a minor setback like this."
It may be strange for someone to refer to their arm being removed a minor setback, one who seemed intent on not taking any sorta enhancement to mitigate that. But like the true embodiment of the spirit of Vastime such was the life he chose to live; and with these two warrior dedicated to improving their craft they could easily be of use to one another.
"What say you?"
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