Raise your gaurd again [Active/Open]
Characters: Lorenzo Belli, open
Setting: Mother's Study
Time: Day 009
Summary: Lorenzo takes some time to think (gasp) about things.
Warnings: FailOP.
The effect that the house had on Lorenzo was amazing. Lately, he found his thoughts slipping away more and more from everything he--everything that Aureolus Belli--had strive so hard to accomplish. That was simply unacceptable. Sitting idle, even in an enclosed place such as this, was unacceptable. His life had always been dedicated to the realization of the Great Truth and why should being trapped in a place like this and coming to know a few acquaintances change that? Nothing had changed, he was still Aureolus Lorenzo Belli, the same man who had felt no remorse killing his "granddaughter" in order to realize that truth. It was a decision he did not regret even now. What was the loss of one more meaningless life, if it meant he could be one step closer to realizing the everlasting life of Aureolus Belli?
"The most valuable thing in this world is the Greath Truth," he mumbled aloud to himself, once more taking the time to wonder just how he had lost sight of that fact. He lifted the picture of the mother and child that sat on the desk, staring at it for long moments. Ugo had lost sight of that fact. Running off with that wench, Ayla...such a disgraceful act, but at this point he was slipping into a state of idleness that almost matched it. There was a difference between him and Ugo, however, in that he would not let things stay as they were. He would not allow himself to fall into that trap, even in a place like this. He was a great alchemist, something like this was nothing more than a minor hindrance to him. He simply needed to twist the situation to work to his advantage. After all, unpleasant as it was to be oh-so cruelly separated from his life's work, there was no denying that there were some interesting things here.
With that in mind he placed the portrait down on the desk once more, nodding to himself. A few interesting things indeed, but none so interesting or important as the goal that Aureolous had set his eyes on centuries ago.
Setting: Mother's Study
Time: Day 009
Summary: Lorenzo takes some time to think (gasp) about things.
Warnings: FailOP.
The effect that the house had on Lorenzo was amazing. Lately, he found his thoughts slipping away more and more from everything he--everything that Aureolus Belli--had strive so hard to accomplish. That was simply unacceptable. Sitting idle, even in an enclosed place such as this, was unacceptable. His life had always been dedicated to the realization of the Great Truth and why should being trapped in a place like this and coming to know a few acquaintances change that? Nothing had changed, he was still Aureolus Lorenzo Belli, the same man who had felt no remorse killing his "granddaughter" in order to realize that truth. It was a decision he did not regret even now. What was the loss of one more meaningless life, if it meant he could be one step closer to realizing the everlasting life of Aureolus Belli?
"The most valuable thing in this world is the Greath Truth," he mumbled aloud to himself, once more taking the time to wonder just how he had lost sight of that fact. He lifted the picture of the mother and child that sat on the desk, staring at it for long moments. Ugo had lost sight of that fact. Running off with that wench, Ayla...such a disgraceful act, but at this point he was slipping into a state of idleness that almost matched it. There was a difference between him and Ugo, however, in that he would not let things stay as they were. He would not allow himself to fall into that trap, even in a place like this. He was a great alchemist, something like this was nothing more than a minor hindrance to him. He simply needed to twist the situation to work to his advantage. After all, unpleasant as it was to be oh-so cruelly separated from his life's work, there was no denying that there were some interesting things here.
With that in mind he placed the portrait down on the desk once more, nodding to himself. A few interesting things indeed, but none so interesting or important as the goal that Aureolous had set his eyes on centuries ago.