Post by Lucas Lightner on Oct 5, 2016 20:43:03 GMT -5
Another night, another attempt with his Light of God spell to draw in more Quincy.
Given that no disaster had befallen them a couple of nights prior, Lucas hoped that other, watching Quincy would feel bold enough to investigate. This would, to those Quincy who never looked into the matter, be the second occurrence of this strange, spiritual phenomenon. With a little luck, that would be more than enough to draw in the rest of those in the city who might be present and wondering.
Unlike that night, though, Lucas had no waited twenty minutes without either a Quincy visitor nor an attack by a Hollow or a Shinigami. By now, he was expecting to see a second one of those “Servants of the Balance”, given how his first encounter had gone. Of course, he didn’t kill anyone, and wanted to avoid that as much as possible, but there was no way that someone in the Seireitei didn’t have it out for him now.
This time, the night was overcast. Thick clouds obscured any sight of the black, nighttime sky; not that it really mattered to Lucas. He would have preferred to spend this time stargazing. He was already laying down in the center of the skyscraper’s flat rooftop, with his sixth sense stretched as far as it would go. He had been using it so much that he was already beginning to feel himself improve, and had committed to keeping this pattern going until he had some measurable results to show for it.
Instead, his boredom was rewarded only with the slowly rolling clouds above the city. He had chosen a nearby skyscraper this time, not the same one as the previous night, in the hopes that the slight change in location would further interest anyone who might want to investigate.
Instead, things got the point where he had pulled out his smartphone. Of course, the first news he was greeted with was a big thank you for the Maid-Waitress pictures that Lucas had so generously acquired for that one, strange Quincy colleague back in the States. It had been a couple of days now and Lucas quickly decided that he didn’t want to know why it had taken the young man so long to reply. He just sent along a polite, ‘You’re welcome’ and flipped to his second, unread message.
A reply from his father, when Lucas texted on his progress earlier in that day.
‘You’ve made me more proud than you could possibly imagine.’
In his entire life, his father had never worded things quite like that. He didn’t take such intense things so lightly as to throw them around. Of course, he had mentioned before that he was more than proud of Lucas and what heh ad achieved as a man and as Quincy before even reaching his thirtieth year. But like that? He had never seen anything like it out of his father, to anyone.
Ever.
Even if no one showed up tonight, Lucas knew he’d be able to sleep soundly. He knew now, more than he had after all of this time on this adventure of his, that he was on the right path, and making progress. Bit by bit, he was helping to change the world of the Quincy and empower their new, capable leaders.
What more could he ask for?
A visitor, that was what. And just as Lucas started to relax further and flirt with the idea of a nap, he felt someone appear at the edge of his awareness for the first time that evening. He was on his feet in an instant and stood in the center of the roof to wait for their arrival.
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Given that no disaster had befallen them a couple of nights prior, Lucas hoped that other, watching Quincy would feel bold enough to investigate. This would, to those Quincy who never looked into the matter, be the second occurrence of this strange, spiritual phenomenon. With a little luck, that would be more than enough to draw in the rest of those in the city who might be present and wondering.
Unlike that night, though, Lucas had no waited twenty minutes without either a Quincy visitor nor an attack by a Hollow or a Shinigami. By now, he was expecting to see a second one of those “Servants of the Balance”, given how his first encounter had gone. Of course, he didn’t kill anyone, and wanted to avoid that as much as possible, but there was no way that someone in the Seireitei didn’t have it out for him now.
This time, the night was overcast. Thick clouds obscured any sight of the black, nighttime sky; not that it really mattered to Lucas. He would have preferred to spend this time stargazing. He was already laying down in the center of the skyscraper’s flat rooftop, with his sixth sense stretched as far as it would go. He had been using it so much that he was already beginning to feel himself improve, and had committed to keeping this pattern going until he had some measurable results to show for it.
Instead, his boredom was rewarded only with the slowly rolling clouds above the city. He had chosen a nearby skyscraper this time, not the same one as the previous night, in the hopes that the slight change in location would further interest anyone who might want to investigate.
Instead, things got the point where he had pulled out his smartphone. Of course, the first news he was greeted with was a big thank you for the Maid-Waitress pictures that Lucas had so generously acquired for that one, strange Quincy colleague back in the States. It had been a couple of days now and Lucas quickly decided that he didn’t want to know why it had taken the young man so long to reply. He just sent along a polite, ‘You’re welcome’ and flipped to his second, unread message.
A reply from his father, when Lucas texted on his progress earlier in that day.
‘You’ve made me more proud than you could possibly imagine.’
In his entire life, his father had never worded things quite like that. He didn’t take such intense things so lightly as to throw them around. Of course, he had mentioned before that he was more than proud of Lucas and what heh ad achieved as a man and as Quincy before even reaching his thirtieth year. But like that? He had never seen anything like it out of his father, to anyone.
Ever.
Even if no one showed up tonight, Lucas knew he’d be able to sleep soundly. He knew now, more than he had after all of this time on this adventure of his, that he was on the right path, and making progress. Bit by bit, he was helping to change the world of the Quincy and empower their new, capable leaders.
What more could he ask for?
A visitor, that was what. And just as Lucas started to relax further and flirt with the idea of a nap, he felt someone appear at the edge of his awareness for the first time that evening. He was on his feet in an instant and stood in the center of the roof to wait for their arrival.
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616 Words