[center][url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/3765742 ][h3][color=FFFFFF][b]M[/b] [color=CDC9C9]ᴀ s ᴛ ᴇ ʀ[/color] [color=CDC9C9]ᴏ ғ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ[/color] [b]T[/b] [color=CDC9C9]ᴇ ɴ[/color] [b]T[/b] [color=CDC9C9]ʜ ᴏ ᴜ s ᴀ ɴ ᴅ[/color] [b]T[/b] [color=CDC9C9]ʜ ᴏ ʀ ɴ s[/color][/color][/h3][/url][sup][sup][sup][sup][img]https://drfhlmcehrc34.cloudfront.net/cache/7a/2e/7a2eca87d796d9fd03a702d75817da61.png [/img][/sup][/sup][/sup][/sup][/center][center][img alt="Yes, this here is his haori." title="Archene of the Ten Thousand Thorns"]http://safebooru.org//samples/843/sample_84c9560e9f7f01fe482810f225005b8dc9a1a56d.jpg [/img][/center] [center][sub][sub][sub][sub][sub][img]http://i.imgur.com/NESiC7M.png [/img][/sub][/sub][/sub][/sub][/sub] [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/3765742 ][sup][color=FFFFFF][b]A[/b] [color=CDC9C9]ʀ ᴄ ʜ ᴇ ɴ ᴇ[/color] [color=CDC9C9]ᴏ ғ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ[/color] [b]T[/b] [color=CDC9C9]ᴇ ɴ[/color] [b]T[/b] [color=CDC9C9]ʜ ᴏ ᴜ s ᴀ ɴ ᴅ[/color] [b]T[/b] [color=CDC9C9]ʜ ᴏ ʀ ɴ s[/color][/color][/sup][/url][/center][hr]Step after step, he walked. A walk, however, did not properly explain his action for a walk implied a mere unhurried attempt to move from a location to another and nothing more. The most accurate description for his action would be a leisurely, unhurried stroll through the outskirts of Ominar, regardless of how swift or quick he was. His eyes were not focused on the way he was going. While at times he would look ahead, he seemed unusually distracted by whatever minor detail caught his attention. A weed on the ground, the rumpled clothes of a passerby who avoided him, the sky. It felt good to see those things, yet he knew that he would grow tired of them. Any given location was bound to feel repetitive given enough observation, at least, anywhere he has been to. With a sigh, Archene slowed his pace and looked at the sky once more. [i]'This should be the right time,'[/i] he thought to himself as he walked towards the entrance of the warehouse. Before entering, he took a brief look around to see if there were any real counter-measures were made in case their enemy came, but he gave up before seeing anything, [i]'It still feels rather strange to be on this side of a fight.'[/i] Archene proceeded inside the warehouse, his gentle steps catching only the keenest ears; brief, slightly indifferent eyes awaited those who peered curiously at him. His glances took more than a moment when looking at the Prae as he reasoned with himself that they have their reasons to come. Whether they are good or bad, he would certainly find out, eventually. Seeing the Licentia steering away from the Prae, he sighed quietly shaking his head, [i]'They have become too docile... it seems.'[/i] Looking around more properly, he met an interesting scene to said the least — rebels from many walks of life, of even different races coming together for a single cause. Or at least trying. Some people looked at him with curious eyes. The reasons might vary, but the clothes were certainly not helping him to be inconspicuous. After all, who'd wear something like a [url=http://safebooru.org//samples/843/sample_84c9560e9f7f01fe482810f225005b8dc9a1a56d.jpg]haori[/url] for an event of such kind... on that side of the world... in a location where it was more likely to get dirty for no real reason? The answer for the question could be easily obtained by looking at him. The why or what kind of person, however, were entirely different affairs, and would need more time to answer than the observers were likely to have in hands. It was not as if he was attempting to avoid attention in any case — not that anyone right in their minds would attempt to avoid attention or even vaguely hide themselves in such clothes — he had, in fact, come personally to ensure that his presence would be noticed and that was exactly what he was going to do. His liking for the clothes themselves was, among many other things, part of an entirely different affair. They were also comfortable in any case, so why not? Sparing no further glances to the people congregating, Archene thought briefly on the possible outcomes and ramifications of the events he planned to presentiate himself. If nothing went wrong, he'd have more things in his favors later on, whether by getting himself to a considerable position in this revolution. If things went wrong, the possibilities were boundless, but mostly acceptable — it was not as if his death would be prioritized because of his presence here. Furthermore, there was much he had to hear from the... 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