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[swordofthenorth]

The fog rose and a dragon came.

[Isley's voice accompanies the gentle click of his Forge as he turns it on, the gears humming internally, a soft whir of noise that is barely audible against the brush of wind across the speakers. The sword he normally carries at his hip is driven into the earth; he rests his back against the blade and in his lap

Comments

[trickster_treat]

That's what I call an informative history lesson.

[swordofthenorth]

There is a lot of history in this city to be informed of.

[trickster_treat]

You're the expert. Were you here for most of that?

[swordofthenorth]

No, only half. I have spent only a little over a year here in Anatole. And you? How long have you been here?

[trickster_treat]

Since this past summer. It seems longer.

[swordofthenorth]

Time has a way of crawling when we least want it to, and racing when we least want it to. Such an uncooperative thing.

[trickster_treat]

Yeah, time has a funny way of doing that.

[swordofthenorth]

I'm sure winter will herald many interesting experiences.

[trickster_treat]

Winter always does. More monsters come out in the cold and the dark.

[swordofthenorth]

All the better to hunt their prey.

[trickster_treat]

Well, it is easier to pick off the weak then.

[swordofthenorth]

For some, weak applies to most everything.

[trickster_treat]

Especially in this place, where some of us have no equals.

[swordofthenorth]

Do you find yourself without equal?

[trickster_treat]

All the time. How about you?

[swordofthenorth]

[Isley considers Aizen. Is the man an equal? Yes, he is. To an extent.]

I am not, no. Fortunately. Things would grow rather dull if there weren't plateaus to reach for, or equals to knock from great heights.