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Who: Genesis Rhapsodos [scarleteden] and Shelke Rui [tracedmemories]
When: Evening, January 01.
Location: The Deepground Labs.
Rating: PG?
Summary: Genesis has some manipulating to do. ♥
Shelke had been right not to trust him. To be sought out by Ex-SOLDIER First Class Genesis Rhapsodos, the Scarlet General himself, was far from something to be taken lightly. These strange times had lit something inside the redhead; a pull that he hadn't felt in so long. Purpose? Perhaps. He had slept for so long only to awaken to a world of ruin; memories and faces whispering their stories like prisoners trapped behind frosted glass. Familiar, yet he couldn't quite make them out. So badly he wanted to reach out and touch...
But he couldn’t.
He wouldn't.
The time would come, no doubt, when he would allow himself to indulge in sifting through his past and contemplating his future. To pick up the threads left loose so long ago, taking them one by one to tie off and put away in the back of his mind. Not today. Today was about the present... and the next day, and the next -- as many days as it would take for his work to be complete. His purpose served.
***
A light breeze whipped around the figure standing solitary at the mouth of a cave -- the cave -- causing red leather to rustle and fiery, auburn hair to flutter wildly before settling to frame attractively vulpine features. The sun was weak, pale and low in the sky; cruel lips curved into a slow-as-honey smile. Evening. Time to go. It was with well practiced ease that he closed his eyes and let the extra, inky black appendage burst from his left shoulder, as sleek, soft and powerful as it had ever been. The wing that set him apart from the others... and made him a monster.
Or an angel?
"Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess
We seek it thus, and take to the sky..."
Genesis' smile grew as he stepped into the sky, frosty blue eyes alive with something that he hadn't felt in a long, long time. Feeling. Shelke had her answer.
***
Arriving at Deepground, he let himself quietly soak up what the place had become. What it had seen. The place had a story to tell, and as he purposefully made his way to the labs Genesis couldn't help but wonder how long it would take to piece the whole thing together. A soft puff of breath escaped him; something like a chuckle, only humorless. Reminiscing could come later... he had a Tsviet to find.
"Shelke," A soft, sing-song call. "Come out, come out, wherever you are..."
When: Evening, January 01.
Location: The Deepground Labs.
Rating: PG?
Summary: Genesis has some manipulating to do. ♥
Shelke had been right not to trust him. To be sought out by Ex-SOLDIER First Class Genesis Rhapsodos, the Scarlet General himself, was far from something to be taken lightly. These strange times had lit something inside the redhead; a pull that he hadn't felt in so long. Purpose? Perhaps. He had slept for so long only to awaken to a world of ruin; memories and faces whispering their stories like prisoners trapped behind frosted glass. Familiar, yet he couldn't quite make them out. So badly he wanted to reach out and touch...
But he couldn’t.
He wouldn't.
The time would come, no doubt, when he would allow himself to indulge in sifting through his past and contemplating his future. To pick up the threads left loose so long ago, taking them one by one to tie off and put away in the back of his mind. Not today. Today was about the present... and the next day, and the next -- as many days as it would take for his work to be complete. His purpose served.
***
A light breeze whipped around the figure standing solitary at the mouth of a cave -- the cave -- causing red leather to rustle and fiery, auburn hair to flutter wildly before settling to frame attractively vulpine features. The sun was weak, pale and low in the sky; cruel lips curved into a slow-as-honey smile. Evening. Time to go. It was with well practiced ease that he closed his eyes and let the extra, inky black appendage burst from his left shoulder, as sleek, soft and powerful as it had ever been. The wing that set him apart from the others... and made him a monster.
Or an angel?
"Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess
We seek it thus, and take to the sky..."
Genesis' smile grew as he stepped into the sky, frosty blue eyes alive with something that he hadn't felt in a long, long time. Feeling. Shelke had her answer.
***
Arriving at Deepground, he let himself quietly soak up what the place had become. What it had seen. The place had a story to tell, and as he purposefully made his way to the labs Genesis couldn't help but wonder how long it would take to piece the whole thing together. A soft puff of breath escaped him; something like a chuckle, only humorless. Reminiscing could come later... he had a Tsviet to find.
"Shelke," A soft, sing-song call. "Come out, come out, wherever you are..."