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maskormenacelogs2016-10-21 08:39 pm
braceforimpact) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-10-21 08:39 pm
The Higher They Climb
WHO: Kaworu Nagisa and Kotetsu T. Kaburagi
WHERE: Maurtia Falls
WHEN: October 6th
WHAT: Maybe roofs aren't a great place to hang out when oveying gravity is no longer considered 'optional.'
WARNINGS: Nah.
Kaworu's attraction to heights has never waned. Perhaps it's some latent instinct, something inherent to what he is and what he contains. Maybe the appeal is in the openness of sky and horizon. Maybe it's the sense (desire?) of separation from humanity.
Maybe he's just fucking weird.
It's much harder now, though. He's no longer capable of defying gravity, of traversing open space with a thought and minimal effort. Adam's soul exists in him still (or he would not exist, really), but now sleeps, having shut that part of itself away, perhaps for good.
Which is fine, if challenging. He has to climb his way to the top; broken brickery and bare metal fire escapes are the handholds available in Maurtia Falls, and so that is how he ascends--and descends, when he is tired of hazy, trafficked vistas and the wind on his face. For now, he's actually content to walk along the ledges of factories and the roofs of apartment buildings, placing one foot in front of the other, eyes out on some distant patch of sky.
He feels no fear--even if he knew what fear was, the dizzying heights and steep drops to bare concrete below don't move him.
Unfortunately, though he has exceptional balance, there's more to this hobby than sure footing.
Like architecture. And the word CONDEMNED on a sign several storeys below him, plastered over doors and windows that he can't see. And the crumbling brick beneath his feet as ancient, weathered mortar finally gives way and surrenders a section of roofing to the empty mercy of gravity.
A section of roofing and one white-haired, uncomprehending Angel.
Who can no longer fly.
WHERE: Maurtia Falls
WHEN: October 6th
WHAT: Maybe roofs aren't a great place to hang out when oveying gravity is no longer considered 'optional.'
WARNINGS: Nah.
Kaworu's attraction to heights has never waned. Perhaps it's some latent instinct, something inherent to what he is and what he contains. Maybe the appeal is in the openness of sky and horizon. Maybe it's the sense (desire?) of separation from humanity.
Maybe he's just fucking weird.
It's much harder now, though. He's no longer capable of defying gravity, of traversing open space with a thought and minimal effort. Adam's soul exists in him still (or he would not exist, really), but now sleeps, having shut that part of itself away, perhaps for good.
Which is fine, if challenging. He has to climb his way to the top; broken brickery and bare metal fire escapes are the handholds available in Maurtia Falls, and so that is how he ascends--and descends, when he is tired of hazy, trafficked vistas and the wind on his face. For now, he's actually content to walk along the ledges of factories and the roofs of apartment buildings, placing one foot in front of the other, eyes out on some distant patch of sky.
He feels no fear--even if he knew what fear was, the dizzying heights and steep drops to bare concrete below don't move him.
Unfortunately, though he has exceptional balance, there's more to this hobby than sure footing.
Like architecture. And the word CONDEMNED on a sign several storeys below him, plastered over doors and windows that he can't see. And the crumbling brick beneath his feet as ancient, weathered mortar finally gives way and surrenders a section of roofing to the empty mercy of gravity.
A section of roofing and one white-haired, uncomprehending Angel.
Who can no longer fly.