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Angel stood still, feeling the cold rushing air fill the inside of his mask, brushing up against his dark skin. Objects floated around him - swords, hilts, daggers - they had been plucked away from their designated areas to be pulled into Angel's force as he meditated. Angel's meditation practices where not to center him, as he had no need. They where to focus his reach within the force and extend it across the room. Trying to feel out every object, it's texture, it's heat, the very essence of the object at it's base layers.
Normally Angel would be preparing to cast a entrance through a illusion, to bring the other person he was meeting into a chaotic world, but today he wouldn't challenge who was coming. This day Angel began advanced training with the top of the Order. He was here not to learn new skill, but to expand on the skills he already had. Pushing himself past his own limits as he had done to his past subjects.
He stood in the same training room he trained his last apprentice, as if to return to something familiar. Angel needed a path, familiar settings, orders, they where all things he could not function without. The being he was remained uncomplicated, yet chaotic because not all roads in life could be simple ones.
His fingers came to the temple of his mask - putting a slight amount of pressure with his pointer and middle finger on it's texture. The mask mixed all shades allowed within the Orders rules: grey, black and white. Through the middle of the mask the strings went across from top right to bottom left. Every other part of the mask swirled in the mixed strings shades. It was exotic yet it was similar to Wraiths masks - a hint at their connection.
Normally Angel would be preparing to cast a entrance through a illusion, to bring the other person he was meeting into a chaotic world, but today he wouldn't challenge who was coming. This day Angel began advanced training with the top of the Order. He was here not to learn new skill, but to expand on the skills he already had. Pushing himself past his own limits as he had done to his past subjects.
He stood in the same training room he trained his last apprentice, as if to return to something familiar. Angel needed a path, familiar settings, orders, they where all things he could not function without. The being he was remained uncomplicated, yet chaotic because not all roads in life could be simple ones.
His fingers came to the temple of his mask - putting a slight amount of pressure with his pointer and middle finger on it's texture. The mask mixed all shades allowed within the Orders rules: grey, black and white. Through the middle of the mask the strings went across from top right to bottom left. Every other part of the mask swirled in the mixed strings shades. It was exotic yet it was similar to Wraiths masks - a hint at their connection.