Research Upon Dark Rukh [Job/Lestacia]

Upon the world of magic, the rukh play and dance. Light gusts of wind furled up the coat of the man today. Perhaps this day is more suited without one, he thought. In this portside city, his birth place, he shall conduct his analysis and study and begin to pen his manifesto that will come to be the crutch of his apocalypse. It yet had a full name proper, but that was to come later. It was far more crucial for him to start to write the military study and pen the paper that will give rise to his policies and political notoriety as a poster boy for the imperialist faction. It was to be an exact antithesis to the republic faction, and wish to dismantle the corrupt politicians and revive the Empire to the former glory that Reim once had. It is a fair noble dream. Yet the republicans stood within opposition. In the eyes of Angelus, they are the very enemy of the prosperity of Reim, for since their ascension, Reim has suffered nothing but embarrassment. From the likes of bloody mass terrorism by unknown entities, to some trying to usurp local governments, or merely corrupt politicians who seek to benefit nobody whatsoever but their own selves, this nation has sadly been reduced to a shell of what was once known as the widely famed Reim Empire.

Angelus: "It is our job, to restore our power, and to exterminate the darkness. It is for that very reason, I implore your help, miss Lestacia. I have been granted permission to conduct this study of rukh, particularly black rukh, and I myself do not know very much so of the nature of them. However, I have seen them with my very own two eyes, despite not being a magician, you see. From the grapevine though I have learned that there are two rukh, and I am trying to learn their nature and how they may effect individuals. May you assist this study? First we are to set out to the streets and observe people."

Inquired the rather soft spoken Angelus. It was unlike him to speak that way. However, for the means of conducting this study, he required a softer voice than his usual. Kindly he tried to look at Lestacia, with warm eyes. However, one could say he may be far more interested by having an expert mage that he could try to weaselly recruit within his ranks than Lestacia herself. Yet, that was to be expected since he had just met the woman. If she proved herself for the cause and resonated with the message of Angelus, she could be an extremely valuable asset, one who he could come to trust and be close to. Anyhow though, he were to open his quite small book that he was to pen his study and manifesto.

A light nod to her, he smiled and were to begin to walk onto the streets of Ariminum, giving her the job to point out the rukh of others when they show. It may come from whoever, a bumbling drunkard who is loathing life, shady characters, the cheery soldiers of Reim, or truly whoever. It had been quite some time since Angelus had walked the streets of his home city but here he also had rather bad memories. Upon his and Lestacia's stroll, he found himself passing by the merchants and stands, and Angelus could see the very spot he once worked as a peasant trying to sell and make profit. However, everyone had been warded off by his dark and menacing eyes. Angelus now walked the streets with beautiful Reiman garbs of luxury, earrings of utter beauty, and his black lipstick.

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It halted Angelus' step, her voice, which called out to him to heed her word of what she knew of the black rukh that she felt was rather necessary to share. Having very courteously let the mage talk on, Angelus stared at her, with a rather ominously blank expression. It were to seem to the patriotic soldier that this young maiden had an ideology farther from the tree that bore his, one that focused intently on specifically the true morality of others rather than merely what rukh they brandished. It was to be one he kept within mind, her ideology. However, the fate zealous man were to be wary of black rukh first, quite regardless of whether or not they bore that of malicious evil. Angelus knew his self to be one of those who may truly be evil, but only for that of the light of mankind may flourish, the light that will lead our fate to prosper. If those of the path of fate did stand to oppose the to be crowned one day Emperor of the white, then Angelus will just have to slay those who rebelled, which he knew to be of that very same fate that guided him. It was fate that has beseeched his excellency to lead, and that white light shall help him crush his opposition, no matter who. Angelus heeded what the maiden had to say to on black rukh, but despite the urgent warning, he made his stride forward without regard for those who he may crush below his feet when treading the path of fate. Angelus were to happen to see the rukh once more suddenly, when the rather informative woman began to cradle what looked to be a whimsical cat like creature that had rukh circle the green pet. It was now his second time seeing rukh.

Angelus: "I can see the rukh. It is my second time ever. It is an intriguing pet."

Declared the rather stoic figure, before writing into his study of the fact that he had just learned that concentrated rukh and the rukh beloved are likely to cause the rukh to come into view for goi. Content with that which he had just learned from the maiden, he were to turn to the street, no longer lying his eyes on the pet now that he extracted what info he required from the beast. Angelus may have been being far too stoic and apathetic, but he was focused on his study and the job rather than having fun. However, the maiden tried to change that. Lestacia had made an effort to tease Angelus to lighten him up. It did bring Angelus off his brooding dark horse he stared at others upon though, lightening him up. It had reminded him of his dearest person to him, Nerilla, his lieutenant that often loved to cheer him up and be his light within a dark world he often subjected himself to. It made Angelus smirk, but nothing more. However, suddenly, Lestacia changed tune.

Angelus: "I have caught wind of quite a few just now. It is all around us, I know they must be. It is a foul stench."

No more pleasant smirks, he grew cold once more. It was here. Angelus had come upon the slums. It was as he expected. Vile minds lurked the slums, with dragging feet and crime to follow. It was then that a flask for alcohol had been tossed out to try and injure Angelus who has been a military figure of notoriety lately. In a cursed and depraved voice, the man who threw the glass cried out loud, trying to spout nonsense to Angelus of how Reim is a corrupt unfair place. It was then that the young man could not help but harken back to his own past when he could barely gather the money to live, until he begun to fight for his right to live and his right to tread his fated path of a to be King. Angelus could sympathize with this man, but he could not tolerate his utterly gross impudence. It was then that Angelus wished to draw his blade, but did not. Instead, he merely pierced the eyes of the man with the eyes of the reaper he was. Angelus had never stooped so low to cast out hatred and malice of that sort for others, even within his darkest of times. It was only to those of the grim dark path he could feel spite for. Angelus were to detail carefully within his study those within this slum that exhibited enmity or other bad traits. It was up to the rukh seer by his side to point others out that may bear black rukh and malice.

Angelus: "Any others.. ?"

Inquired the man, staring at a pair of starving twin boys, who he did not quite know the rukh of. Not far from the boys either, there could be seen a woman who had just come out of a shady house, adjusting her hair. It was not just them though. If one looked close, black rukh could be seen near almost every corner. However, nothing much could be done about this, not yet. Angelus just had to detail the behavior the people exhibited, and their rukh color to see and prove the correspondence to black rukh causing a flux of hate and malice of others. It just may be the only path for the west to combat the dark age that was upon the world.

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How glum the slums were, but the soldier and mage must do this. It was required for the bill Angelus hoped to propose. If he could do this, then he had what he needed to do that, and write his manifesto too. Angelus tried to be patient with the people within these slums, despite the face of that depraved mind that had just cursed him a moment prior still clear within his head. In wait, with his pen unmoving, he waited for Lestacia to lend him info on who bore that of black rukh within these slums. However, that was then that a sudden incident was to take shape. How troublesome. Angelus sighed, but did not dally one bit. It was now or never to act. It was then that Lestacia, without a moment's notice, was to tap the military man who had begun to leap within combat to halt the man whom pursued a woman, trying to drive his knife into her exposed back.

Yet, that was not to happen, for Angelus was to step behind the woman, and protect her. Upon his entry into combat to guard the woman, his coat was to billow behind him from how quick he rushed to combat. Angelus was to brandish his greatsword from his back, and lightly slash the knife wielding man. It was then that the man were to suddenly drop to the ground. It seemed he fainted by the heat of the electric gold greatsword. A man to now bring to the prison where Angelus had made plans to visit for his military study, he was to pick up the criminal by his shirt.

Angelus: "Here, can you write down the subjects of the study, meaning the people of the slums, and detail the rukh they bear, and detail the people too. Sadly, I am now tasked with carrying this buffoon to the prison. As you do that, let us walk to the prison. Once we are there, I will write down the last part of the study. Just point out the rukh of each prisoner there. I am curious what their story may be though. It may help to inquire of their life up to then. Also, thanks for the magic."

Said the man, who was dearly grateful to Lestacia for the help. Angelus' earrings were to jingle lightly whilst he began to travel to the prison. Once there though, he was to lay the prisoner down and report the incident to the city patrol. It was when he did that when Lestacia could take the opportunity to inquire of the men's stories and detail their rukh.

OOC Note: I apologize for the wait but this new round now should probably be our last round I believe.

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