Post by Erek Blackmore on Aug 17, 2017 18:33:08 GMT -5
Erek was on his way toward the center of London-- he had been intending to go and visit the Blackmores-- but he didn't have an exact address yet, and until Orobouros got back to him, he was free to wander the city as he wished. There was no harm in exploring the area and finding other things to do, after all. He'd already gone through his normal training regimen, now it was simply time to enjoy himself and explore a bit. Currently, the largely built man was walking through the downtown streets, effectively sightseeing as his gaze traveled over the different stores. There was plenty to buy, but nothing quite worth his money-- he'd already purchased his hotel and brought all the clothing he needed.
Though food did sound nice, he had yet to actually stop and get lunch. Instead, deciding to wait as he sipped at a disposable cup of coffee-- a soft steam rising from it, simple and black without sugar or cream as per his usual preferences, he saw no reason to throw far too much money at a coffee shop to have what he could make himself. Briefly, he halted as his gaze trailed over the window of the nearby shop-- examining the different pieces of furniture inside which, admittedly, caught his interest due to the fact they all looked hand-carved.
However, before he could lift a hand and push the door open-- he felt a different sensation, hand halting halfway along its course as he glanced over his shoulder. It was a bit dim, but the reiatsu was clearly there-- and a Quincy as well as far as he could tell. Briefly, he considered the idea that it may be a Blackmore-- but that idea was swiftly pushed aside, luck aside, it was illogical to assume the Blackmore's were the only clan in Europe, hell, even in London-- he didn't doubt there were countless other small clans that made up the Quincy population in this city alone.
Still, it was the first sign of spiritual activity that Erek had picked up since he'd arrived-- and his curiosity was piqued. He'd been suppressing his own power, but briefly, he allowed the energy to radiate outward-- a silent way of telling the other Quincy that he was in the area, before he suppressed it once more. He had no desire to attract any Shinigami or Hollow, after all-- he couldn't completely shut his power away, but he could make it minimal-- enough so that it could be sensed by others that were nearby, and that was perfectly fine. It would ensure the individual was able to know he was coming and leave if they wished.
Stepping forward, he would begin to head in their direction at a leisurely pace, giving them plenty of time to leave if they so desired-- however if they remained he intended to have a conversation with them as best he could. There were plenty of questions he could ask them if they were more knowledgeable of the clans in this area-- and if they weren't, well, perhaps he could help them instead. It was always a possibility, and something he was usually quite happy to offer another.
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Though food did sound nice, he had yet to actually stop and get lunch. Instead, deciding to wait as he sipped at a disposable cup of coffee-- a soft steam rising from it, simple and black without sugar or cream as per his usual preferences, he saw no reason to throw far too much money at a coffee shop to have what he could make himself. Briefly, he halted as his gaze trailed over the window of the nearby shop-- examining the different pieces of furniture inside which, admittedly, caught his interest due to the fact they all looked hand-carved.
However, before he could lift a hand and push the door open-- he felt a different sensation, hand halting halfway along its course as he glanced over his shoulder. It was a bit dim, but the reiatsu was clearly there-- and a Quincy as well as far as he could tell. Briefly, he considered the idea that it may be a Blackmore-- but that idea was swiftly pushed aside, luck aside, it was illogical to assume the Blackmore's were the only clan in Europe, hell, even in London-- he didn't doubt there were countless other small clans that made up the Quincy population in this city alone.
Still, it was the first sign of spiritual activity that Erek had picked up since he'd arrived-- and his curiosity was piqued. He'd been suppressing his own power, but briefly, he allowed the energy to radiate outward-- a silent way of telling the other Quincy that he was in the area, before he suppressed it once more. He had no desire to attract any Shinigami or Hollow, after all-- he couldn't completely shut his power away, but he could make it minimal-- enough so that it could be sensed by others that were nearby, and that was perfectly fine. It would ensure the individual was able to know he was coming and leave if they wished.
Stepping forward, he would begin to head in their direction at a leisurely pace, giving them plenty of time to leave if they so desired-- however if they remained he intended to have a conversation with them as best he could. There were plenty of questions he could ask them if they were more knowledgeable of the clans in this area-- and if they weren't, well, perhaps he could help them instead. It was always a possibility, and something he was usually quite happy to offer another.
Tags: Seraphina
Post Words: 535
Thread Words: 535
