"And this place; so dilapidated and mediocre, was once greatly cherished, even moreso than now. All things ancient draw out a fancy to most, if not all." The words left the confines of his mouth, reverberatng in both mind and the Cathedral that stood afore him; moreso he in front of it. His crystalline optics studied the features of the massive edifice; stand equidistant to it in manner, not size. His hand latched to the waist of his manly physique, giving him a more dignified look. His alabastor tresses draped down lithely afore his visage like a veil of the finest silken strands; adorning him marvelously. His position implied immense thought of this place, but underneathe the encumberance of inquiry was his true intentions; to elongate the reverence held deeply within his person: closure, comfort. Slowly, his hand arose to stroke his chin, pondering he did and it he did exceedingly well. Abruptly, he initiated a stroll within the inner sanctity of the Cathedral, the wisp of manifesting breeze announcing typical in an almost planned on-going. Trailing and fluttering behind his was his satin cape, snapping loudly upon the relaxing breeze, the snap resonating within the inner confines.
Viratel ceased his 'waltz' afore a rather large, rather worn podium, after doing so kneeled before it, clasping his hands in respect. His slender lips parted and a soft muttering announced, held with a slight declination. It arose after a bit and his hands parted to be their own once again; he remained kneeling. "I come here only for insight, not to befriend. My.." He exhaled rather forcefully, disliking the term to be muttered. ".. 'Superiors' believe that this place may be the key to our success. For many years my fellow compatriots of the Order of Genesis have resided here. I have lived here since I was merely a child myself, but recently was accepted in the Order... But, my low belief seems to bring down the moral of those about me.. In any sense, I am a leech of willpower..." He arose to his feet, legato in manner. He brushed his attire of particles and fragments of old terra, as well as stone. "But, I refuse to believe in anything that puts a man upon his knees! ... But, I must follow the legacy bestowed upon me, which, to do so, will mean the swallowing of my pride..."
He swifted shifted his stance to a more casual appearance, libial flesh curling into a smug smirk. "You leave me no option but to surpass the Council of the Order and manage to change the way it is ran... This will be quite the feat indeed.." His person took a bow of silky proportions, eyes manifesting into a slight leer. "My will shall be done, for I have spoke it.."
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*Note: The Legendary Order of Genesis is a 'cult' of sorts, believing the followers of Levanael will one day reign surpreme. It is a secert organization, so everything in bold and italic font is said in less than a whisper... Please try to keep that in mind and not 'accidently' over-hear it.. It'll ruin the roleplay and cause me to explain it all.. Which, I will do soon.. If you care.. Thank you.
In the confindment of the west corner of the Cathedral, Drogan could be seen slouched upon a window ledge. Light rays beamed through the windows just infornt of Drogan thus making it terribly harder to see him. His cloak of pure silk was covering his entire body to confine his identity to the unworthy people. He wore his hode immensly more over his head in order to cover his entire face, yet again to hide his identity. His body was leaned over to his right upon a trident made of steel. The only part of his body to be seen was his silvery eyes glimming in the darkness, piercing through the shadows at the unknown man before the structure. Drogan watched with great curiousity. He wondered much of the reason why the man was here. Drogan could not hear a word from the man's mouth, but he knew he was speaking. 'What is he saying?' was all that came to Drogan's phyche. Drogan waited for the man to finish his mysterious matter in the Cathedral.
As the man was just about to leave, Drogan rose from the shadows of the corner and slowly walked towards the man. Would the man notice him?