06-14-2017, 09:19 PM
There was a location given! A time, a place, a set of people to see and, truthfully, William had been looking forward to it. Craving the opportunity to see people outside of suits and robes and dueling circles and negotiations. He had been busy, and busy in ways that give one titles and acclaim and all sorts of delightful terrible things that come with having some sort of standing within the Order.
He hadn't been a fully fledged member for long and yet here he was, at a place where some people consider a terminal rank. A place where people go and sometimes stall because their spiritual being has stuck at a place where their own inadequacies keep them from growing.
William wasn't dwelling on that, though. He was more interested in getting off at the appropriate stop- which was fortunate, the bus rolled up and stopped at just the point where Margot and Arturo happened to be, or at the very least close enough that he wouldn't have a hard time sauntering over that way. Clothing was comfortable- jeans, tee shirt, and a half dozen bracelets that actually do hold some kind of purpose but only if you want to listen to William explain in great deal the importance of color and symbolism and fiber.
He's got a messenger bag with him, and a grin for Margot that makes it seem like they hadn't missed any time together at all. He does not smell like sunscreen, and apparently doesn't sunburn, or at the very least the extension of fearless determination about him extends to his desire to entice the day-star into giving him skin cancer at some point.
"Stasis, the great solidifying force that gives strength to little fledgling created things so they don't become ever-growing headaches." Or tumors. He meant to say tumors, but seemed to have the good sense to not quite liken creation to cancer.
He hadn't been a fully fledged member for long and yet here he was, at a place where some people consider a terminal rank. A place where people go and sometimes stall because their spiritual being has stuck at a place where their own inadequacies keep them from growing.
William wasn't dwelling on that, though. He was more interested in getting off at the appropriate stop- which was fortunate, the bus rolled up and stopped at just the point where Margot and Arturo happened to be, or at the very least close enough that he wouldn't have a hard time sauntering over that way. Clothing was comfortable- jeans, tee shirt, and a half dozen bracelets that actually do hold some kind of purpose but only if you want to listen to William explain in great deal the importance of color and symbolism and fiber.
He's got a messenger bag with him, and a grin for Margot that makes it seem like they hadn't missed any time together at all. He does not smell like sunscreen, and apparently doesn't sunburn, or at the very least the extension of fearless determination about him extends to his desire to entice the day-star into giving him skin cancer at some point.
"Stasis, the great solidifying force that gives strength to little fledgling created things so they don't become ever-growing headaches." Or tumors. He meant to say tumors, but seemed to have the good sense to not quite liken creation to cancer.