An Armament of Fate [SoS]

Upon the howling winds laid the resting Angelus, his beneath sat on the edge of a rooftop within the beloved capital city of Remano. It was a cold wintry night, yet, a warm flame lit dream kept the soldier from just simply freezing to death. It drove his soul to this place. Under the picturesque scene of a starry sky, his body was to be huddled over one small shard of fate. It was said to descend from heaven itself. Angelus knew this radiant blue gem to be that of the same creed as that man, Jiryu, that Magi who he was bonded with. It is said to impact one's fact, yes?

If so, then Angelus was to put this fragment of fate's love to good use. In his eyes, his dark umbral eyes, he was to stare deep within the reflection of the gem. In this shard of fate, he was to take the image of his dream, his wish to take the world by surprise, and forge that wish, to form an image of that instrument of fate that he oh so desired. Ah, yes, the image was forming within his mind clearly.

It was gold, a feathered gold pair of gloves, fashioned to wield blades. However, that which is touched by the gloves of the warrior are able to brought under the gravity of the soldier. It was a testament to the will of the caster, the will to control and astonish those he may cross paths with. It was the final piece of his armament of fate. It was with the golden bastard sword, the proud armor, the standing mirror, and the gloves of one's will to control, that the vision of the armament of fate was completed.

It now rested within the hands of fate and Angelus'. At last, the time to usher his fate came. In his lightly tanned hand, he was to feel the weight of fate itself, then crush the fragment of fate that laid within the palm of his hand, dormant, having had waited for this day to be released. It was right on the horizon now, the time of promise where Angelus ruled. It was soon to come, yes, that day of fate's crowning.

Shards of Solomon:

An eagle with umbral eyes has set their sights. It is that very eagle that had come to the Reim Archaeological Society, his body perched over top of a nearby building. It was then that Angelus was to leap down from the roof, land on a few high crates, and then pounce off said crates. As he had made his descent down, his light red coat and white locks were to billow from behind him due to the sudden quick movement he had just made.

Angelus' eyes refocused on the building before him, with a bag of coins with him. It was payment. Angelus had put a request in with the Society weeks ago for a particular item he was to require for his expeditions to a potential dungeon, or even other lands. Its purpose was to be a tool he could use for said expeditions, and not just survive, but conquer that which stands within his path with the wings of the eagle.