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 Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2015 7:56 pm
Glittering fireflies, refracted through the central chandelier's crystals, dance upon gold-fringed tapestries adorning the walls. Large windows spanning much of the room's lengths frame the academy beyond like picturesque postcards, their lace curtains fluttering in the breeze. A gilded banister outlines the balcony jutting out behind those transparent panes.
An exquisite window of colored glass sits in the vaulted ceiling, painting the polished tile floor with a traveling sea of tinted light as the celestial beings make their journey across the sky each day. Upon closer inspection, there appears to be some sort of scene in the colors.... Something rather reminiscent of the tapestries and other adornments. Perhaps the triptych depicting some scene of war hanging on the west wall offers some clues?
Hallway arches lead to at least two other rooms, the innards of which remain obscured from the doorway.
Soft lights and the subtle fragrance of flowers greet any visitors adventurous enough to knock.
[somewhat a work in progress; subject to changes]
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2015 9:24 pm
  Golden moments in the stream of life rush past us,
>>>>>>>> and we see nothing but sand...Bathed in the dying sun's crimson rays, the figure of a man knelt by the bedside, head bowed, hands clasped before him. A look of serenity--complete and utter tranquility--rested on his face, lending his features the exquisite stillness of chiseled marble. Dark robes accented with gold clothed the figure, draping his muscled form in billowy shadow, softening his god-given physique with finery. If it wasn't for the faint rise and fall of his chest, one might have mistaken him for a statue of Michelangelo's caliber.
White, the campus unfolded off-white before him; thin, ephemeral lines sketched in where edges met sky or ground, continually redrawing themselves as his gaze drifted from area to area not so unlike a traversing dove. There were no details, only smudged outlines and the occasional shadow. Once in a while, though, he would catch a glimpse of hatred--a flare of malice--etched out clearly on a person's visage before it, too, faded into the obscurity of civility.
"Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie...." ("Give us this day our daily bread...." )
Tonight, the grounds were bustling with lines, ever-moving lines, undoubtedly converging in the ballroom for the academy's inaugural event. He recognized the gait of a few in the staggering, the parading, and the measured procession of lines. My shepherds....
>>>> Turning askance on ethereal wings, the scene unveiled a splotch of ink pointed to by hasty, agitated chicken-scratch centered somewhere a dozen meters beyond the ballroom's reaches. What's this...? Closer inspection unraveled the scribbles into two shaded figures--one of extraordinary detail towering over the other. ...!
...angels come to visit us,
and we only know them when they are gone. Status: jolted awake ヾღ彡 Setting: his dorm ~> forest outskirtsヾღ彡 Time: Aug 28, early evening OOC> A bit of backdating here....
tl;dr> Meditating before the Meet 'N Greet moves into full swing, Michael reaches out across the campus with his subconscious to see that things are in order. He spots an anomaly, however....
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