Array 096 [Video]
[Although the feed is wide in scale and shows most of the library, the feed is focused on the bottom of the young man's chin, his neck, and the front of his button-up shirt. His dark blond ponytail trails down past one shoulder. A pen is in his hand, carefully sliding over the paper of the large sketchbook set in front of him.
Without any tools to assist in making a perfect circle or straight lines, he gets to work. What he draws is a large circle, larger than the span of his shoulders, with intricate curving lines, geometric shapes, and precise, calligraphic script. Even without knowing what he's drawing, the amount of skill involved speaks of long practice and talented eye for detail.
Not once does he hesitate or erase. He can't, it's a fountain pen.
... to a mundane, it's merely an intricate and pretty circle. But to anyone with a background in alchemy or magical circles, it quickly becomes clear what he's doing.
The signs are rare and dangerous, but flawlessly executed as though he's done it a thousand times. It's the complete array for the fragmentation of the human soul.
Abruptly he tosses it down on the table, and his lips tug to one side, thoughtful. He tears the page out, crumples it, and tosses it into the embers of the fireplace, where it quickly burns up.
The next array is quick, and familiar to anyone who knew the secret of his armor. It's the bloodseal. Stillness, for a moment. He then reaches out and closes a thick book lying on the shining desk. The title is gilded.
Abyssus Abyssum Invocat.
After a few more moments, Al seems to realize the PCD is recording, and reaches out to flick the video feed off.]
[Private to Touya and Carmen//Unhackable]
The kittens are ready to go home.
Without any tools to assist in making a perfect circle or straight lines, he gets to work. What he draws is a large circle, larger than the span of his shoulders, with intricate curving lines, geometric shapes, and precise, calligraphic script. Even without knowing what he's drawing, the amount of skill involved speaks of long practice and talented eye for detail.
Not once does he hesitate or erase. He can't, it's a fountain pen.
... to a mundane, it's merely an intricate and pretty circle. But to anyone with a background in alchemy or magical circles, it quickly becomes clear what he's doing.
The signs are rare and dangerous, but flawlessly executed as though he's done it a thousand times. It's the complete array for the fragmentation of the human soul.
Abruptly he tosses it down on the table, and his lips tug to one side, thoughtful. He tears the page out, crumples it, and tosses it into the embers of the fireplace, where it quickly burns up.
The next array is quick, and familiar to anyone who knew the secret of his armor. It's the bloodseal. Stillness, for a moment. He then reaches out and closes a thick book lying on the shining desk. The title is gilded.
Abyssus Abyssum Invocat.
After a few more moments, Al seems to realize the PCD is recording, and reaches out to flick the video feed off.]
[Private to Touya and Carmen//Unhackable]
The kittens are ready to go home.