JULY 9, 2014.
Post by Emil Heidrich on Feb 9, 2014 2:35:11 GMT -5
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Lights decorated the night sky as explosion after explosion went off. Relaxing on the top of a lush hill, a dark silhouette bathed in the occasional radiance cast via the fireworks overhead. The sounds that filled the air would remind most of pleasantries and good times but for the figure on the hill it merely brought up memories of things that were dead and gone. Abilities and people alike, it was sickening and made the stomach contort and churn.
Unarmed and a threat to few if any; such was the description that few would believe applied to a Knight-Commander, servant of the Vatican and upholder of the laws that governed the Quincy kind. Emil Heidrich had lost the one power that distinguished him from the rapid dogs. The pride of the Quincy was their spiritual weapons and without them, they weren’t Quincy but rather eccentric human beings that risked their lives for ridiculous causes. The item that was lost could easily be replaced but it would serve little purpose, for there were aspects that couldn’t be healed so easily. Aspects that the Gemischt had been struggling to hold onto in the latter years of his life.
Boom. Bang. Boom. A series of fireworks went off and cast a light upon the blond illuminating the nude figure of the male in full. He cared not for the oddity of wandering the area without clothing and rather focused on feeling the world around him on every pore his skin. The grass tickled his back as he lay there outstretched on the side of the mound. He didn’t concern himself with foreign eyes catching site of his body for he was relatively away from people. Should anyone happen upon him and make a deal out of it he was still capable of movement without his cross, he was still capable of hasty movement without access to the Quincy pools he had once welled in.
A cool breeze gushed through and caused goose-bumps to rise on his skin. Emil gave it little mind however and instead dived into the memories of recent past: the embarrassing shattering of his spiritual weapon at the hands of a hollow and the beating he had taken soon after, the death of men who had been friends with and the slaughtering of an entire village, and even the humiliation he had forced a God of Death through for nothing more than his own fury. It was all a testament to the weakness that was Emil Heidrich.
Unarmed and a threat to few if any; such was the description that few would believe applied to a Knight-Commander, servant of the Vatican and upholder of the laws that governed the Quincy kind. Emil Heidrich had lost the one power that distinguished him from the rapid dogs. The pride of the Quincy was their spiritual weapons and without them, they weren’t Quincy but rather eccentric human beings that risked their lives for ridiculous causes. The item that was lost could easily be replaced but it would serve little purpose, for there were aspects that couldn’t be healed so easily. Aspects that the Gemischt had been struggling to hold onto in the latter years of his life.
Boom. Bang. Boom. A series of fireworks went off and cast a light upon the blond illuminating the nude figure of the male in full. He cared not for the oddity of wandering the area without clothing and rather focused on feeling the world around him on every pore his skin. The grass tickled his back as he lay there outstretched on the side of the mound. He didn’t concern himself with foreign eyes catching site of his body for he was relatively away from people. Should anyone happen upon him and make a deal out of it he was still capable of movement without his cross, he was still capable of hasty movement without access to the Quincy pools he had once welled in.
A cool breeze gushed through and caused goose-bumps to rise on his skin. Emil gave it little mind however and instead dived into the memories of recent past: the embarrassing shattering of his spiritual weapon at the hands of a hollow and the beating he had taken soon after, the death of men who had been friends with and the slaughtering of an entire village, and even the humiliation he had forced a God of Death through for nothing more than his own fury. It was all a testament to the weakness that was Emil Heidrich.
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