[001] Carving a path.
Dec. 6th, 2016 05:32 pmCharacter(s): Kyosuke Munakata (Drabble, related to future posts)
Setting: The Borders of Asgard Gardens.
Content: Worksafe.
Summary: In reference to a certain meeting, the ever-observant Kyousuke Munakata forges outward to confirm some assumptions.
The words, quite disparate to the serene, sterile atmosphere, struck Munakata. Primly dressed as ever, he'd taken a momentary respite from his vigilant watch over the paste-haired gamer to observe the confluence between Yosuke Hanamura and Ziggy.
Two very different individuals that would prove inexorably central to the coming conflict. Of that, he had little doubt.
Yosuke Hanamura. His preternatural aptitudes had, strangely enough, proven the least of his usefulness. Munakata had spent the entirety of his adult life surrounded on all sides by savants and singularly talented people. The boy's true strength seemed near invisible to the one possessing it. The former council president had seen it happen, an ability to simply be with others that came natural as breathing to Yosuke. Much like breathing, it was reflexive, almost involuntary. If Munakata watched more soap operas he might've called it "charm."
Ziggy. A multitalented healer, who seemed to have taken a personal interest in his own welfare. A peculiarity, but Munakata had simply attributed it to the angelkin's almost frighteningly good nature. Kind-hearted but the administrator could sense that there was a sadness ingrained deeply within his generosity. Perhaps the straits he'd come from were as dire as Munakata's own, and it was for those that he had agreed. But Munakata didn't think so. He hypothesized Metatron had to do little more than ask politely for Ziggy to throw in his lot. The seraphic being was simply that sort of individual.
These two served different purposes, and yet their actions often entwined with one another.
But the time for personal analyses had reached its conclusion.

The time for sitting on his hands, for watching without doing, had come to an end. It was time to learn for himself what lay within the howling dark stretching endlessly towards the four horizons.
The steel-haired administrator erected himself fully, and strode out of the conference between the two.
Setting: The Borders of Asgard Gardens.
Content: Worksafe.
Summary: In reference to a certain meeting, the ever-observant Kyousuke Munakata forges outward to confirm some assumptions.
The words, quite disparate to the serene, sterile atmosphere, struck Munakata. Primly dressed as ever, he'd taken a momentary respite from his vigilant watch over the paste-haired gamer to observe the confluence between Yosuke Hanamura and Ziggy.
Two very different individuals that would prove inexorably central to the coming conflict. Of that, he had little doubt.
Yosuke Hanamura. His preternatural aptitudes had, strangely enough, proven the least of his usefulness. Munakata had spent the entirety of his adult life surrounded on all sides by savants and singularly talented people. The boy's true strength seemed near invisible to the one possessing it. The former council president had seen it happen, an ability to simply be with others that came natural as breathing to Yosuke. Much like breathing, it was reflexive, almost involuntary. If Munakata watched more soap operas he might've called it "charm."
Ziggy. A multitalented healer, who seemed to have taken a personal interest in his own welfare. A peculiarity, but Munakata had simply attributed it to the angelkin's almost frighteningly good nature. Kind-hearted but the administrator could sense that there was a sadness ingrained deeply within his generosity. Perhaps the straits he'd come from were as dire as Munakata's own, and it was for those that he had agreed. But Munakata didn't think so. He hypothesized Metatron had to do little more than ask politely for Ziggy to throw in his lot. The seraphic being was simply that sort of individual.
These two served different purposes, and yet their actions often entwined with one another.
But the time for personal analyses had reached its conclusion.

The time for sitting on his hands, for watching without doing, had come to an end. It was time to learn for himself what lay within the howling dark stretching endlessly towards the four horizons.
The steel-haired administrator erected himself fully, and strode out of the conference between the two.