Post by Lucas Lightner on Oct 3, 2016 22:45:58 GMT -5
Bright, afternoon sunlight poured down on the uniformed man as he stood in a perfectly maintained, grassy lawn. In front of him stood one of the most iconic sights in the city of Berlin: the Reichstag building. It looked very similar to the castle that he had found on his very first day in the city, complete with two ends that looked similar to medieval, stone towers. And, of course, the pillar-decorated entranced and the famous, glass dome atop the entire thing.
Here on “business” or not, Lucas made sure to put some time away to see the sights. Things like the Reichstag and Brandenburg gate were both on his list, along with even more recent sites such as the Berlin Wall. After all, he had never left the continent before—this was a first for him in many ways, and no matter how this adventure went, he wanted to be able to look back on as many fond memories as possible.
But that didn’t mean that he didn’t check his compass from time to time. Even now, he was standing there and watching the blue particles dance around under the glass. There were plenty of Quincy in this city, for reasons now painfully obvious to him, and some were of stunning strength. He was a bit above average, himself, but far from the top. In fact, he doubted that he could even see the midway point between someone like himself and even Amelia, from where he stood.
And if that was the case, someone like Freyleif was hopelessly out of sight. He doubted that he’d ever even understand what it was like to carry around that kind of power, he hardly even believed a human being was capable of it, dead or alive.
Which made this a break as much as it was sight-seeing. After the way this trip had started, being in a small crowd of normal people—German politicians and civilians alike—made everything seem that much more bearable. Like he had stepped out of the wild world of dreams and fantasies and back into a reality that he could actually understand.
By the time a solid twenty minutes had passed, Lucas was just as lost in the sight and the feeling of being there as when he first walked up. It was only when he pulled out his compass again—something that was become an unconscious habit very quickly—and peeked at the device that he snapped back into full awareness.
There was a sparkling piece of blue very close to the center. The Reichstag faced West, which meant he was facing East by looking at the front door. The particle seemed to hang perfectly still, just to the South—his right.
Slowly, casually, Lucas turned his eyes only in that direction. He saw a number of people, some in suits, some in uniforms like, others in very casual dress. There were young men, a couple of pretty girls, and old women, plus everyone else in between. The crowd had a clear predominance of fair complexions and brown hair. He’d fit in, he realized, but it also made it harder to pick out who the Quincy might be without making a scene of it.
When he looked to the compass again, the particle was still there, unmoving. Even as he manually reached out with his spiritual sense, he couldn't finely pick the person out from the crowd.
They were right there, another Quincy he had never met and one considerably more powerful than he was used to.
And he simply couldn’t pick them out in a crowd.
*****
601 Words
Here on “business” or not, Lucas made sure to put some time away to see the sights. Things like the Reichstag and Brandenburg gate were both on his list, along with even more recent sites such as the Berlin Wall. After all, he had never left the continent before—this was a first for him in many ways, and no matter how this adventure went, he wanted to be able to look back on as many fond memories as possible.
But that didn’t mean that he didn’t check his compass from time to time. Even now, he was standing there and watching the blue particles dance around under the glass. There were plenty of Quincy in this city, for reasons now painfully obvious to him, and some were of stunning strength. He was a bit above average, himself, but far from the top. In fact, he doubted that he could even see the midway point between someone like himself and even Amelia, from where he stood.
And if that was the case, someone like Freyleif was hopelessly out of sight. He doubted that he’d ever even understand what it was like to carry around that kind of power, he hardly even believed a human being was capable of it, dead or alive.
Which made this a break as much as it was sight-seeing. After the way this trip had started, being in a small crowd of normal people—German politicians and civilians alike—made everything seem that much more bearable. Like he had stepped out of the wild world of dreams and fantasies and back into a reality that he could actually understand.
By the time a solid twenty minutes had passed, Lucas was just as lost in the sight and the feeling of being there as when he first walked up. It was only when he pulled out his compass again—something that was become an unconscious habit very quickly—and peeked at the device that he snapped back into full awareness.
There was a sparkling piece of blue very close to the center. The Reichstag faced West, which meant he was facing East by looking at the front door. The particle seemed to hang perfectly still, just to the South—his right.
Slowly, casually, Lucas turned his eyes only in that direction. He saw a number of people, some in suits, some in uniforms like, others in very casual dress. There were young men, a couple of pretty girls, and old women, plus everyone else in between. The crowd had a clear predominance of fair complexions and brown hair. He’d fit in, he realized, but it also made it harder to pick out who the Quincy might be without making a scene of it.
When he looked to the compass again, the particle was still there, unmoving. Even as he manually reached out with his spiritual sense, he couldn't finely pick the person out from the crowd.
They were right there, another Quincy he had never met and one considerably more powerful than he was used to.
And he simply couldn’t pick them out in a crowd.
*****
601 Words