Yesterday, 02:41 AM
Walking in to Manifesto on a cold winter's night was an exercise in contrast. The darkness of the outside changed to vibrant colors; the frigid winter air changed to the warmth of heat and bodies pressed together. The biggest change for Elend, however, was the change in sound. Outside the building was quiet. People waiting for their cabs or those just passing by had quiet conversations, while the slight sound of booming bass from the inside tried to permeate the building's walls. The conversations disappeared upon entering the club. The volume increased as you approached the club proper, and upon entering the main area with the dance floor, the music was deafening. It was a place in which Elend felt at home.
Elend worked his way through the crowd. He had just arrived, and although he had arrived alone, he was hoping to not leave that way tonight. Still there was a time for that. Right now, he was in the mood for a drink. Crossing the dance floor took some time. It was a busy night and dancing was almost standing room only. It took time to make his way to the vodka bar. Elend was recognized. He was a fairly regular customer here. He got his drink and moved to the side.
Elend's face turned to the crowd and he began to look. In one hand he held his glass, bringing it to his lips to take a slow drag off of the liquid. Elend, well dressed in a fine suit, ran his free hand through his hair as leaned against the wall. Although his gaze moved through the crowd, his mind began to wander, thinking about his research. The Fountain of Youth and the Tree of Life had to be out there somewhere, but his research had revealed little. Elend was certain the Ascendancy knew something. His ageless face at the very least meant something. Maybe his cult of worshippers did as well.
Elend blinked the thoughts away. That's not why he was here. He had been searching too much, and his mind was no longer clear. What he needed was a distraction - a way to clear his head. He'd find someone here, he was sure of it. His gaze went back to the crowd, scanning for familiar faces - or those who would just be in the mood for some mingling.
Elend's eyes would linger at times at the DJ's podium, where it was likely Ozy was stationed. The man was the face of the club, and a beautiful face it was. Here, the man was a god, worshiped not for his ability to use the power (as far as Elend knew he couldn't), but for his skills as a DJ. Devotion to him was certainly merited. The thought brought Elend back to thoughts of immortality. A man like that - well - agelessness would be a good fit for him. There were rumors that Ozy was actually going to be leaving Manifesto - that he had found something else. That was certainly interesting gossip. It made Elend wonder if the crowd size here would decrease in his absence.
Elend took another pull off his drink and sighed contentedly. It was a good night to be out. It was a good night to clear his head. Tonight, he'd find his good time. Tomorrow, he'd be back to the grind. Several options were available to him. He could continue his research. That could take him to the Sanctuary of the Ascendant Flame. Regardless of if it would help, Elend was curious to meet this "Luminar." Forming a cult required a particular personality. He could do work for Arc too. Cadence Mathis was recording in one of his studios. He also heard Ezvin was working with her. Ezvin was talented, and Elend really wished he could get Ezvin to join his staff full time. The man seemed to like the freelancing life though. It would probably be a good idea to make an appearance with Cadence for professional reasons. Elend chuckled. Once again, his mind was roaming. Tonight was about clarity.
Elend worked his way through the crowd. He had just arrived, and although he had arrived alone, he was hoping to not leave that way tonight. Still there was a time for that. Right now, he was in the mood for a drink. Crossing the dance floor took some time. It was a busy night and dancing was almost standing room only. It took time to make his way to the vodka bar. Elend was recognized. He was a fairly regular customer here. He got his drink and moved to the side.
Elend's face turned to the crowd and he began to look. In one hand he held his glass, bringing it to his lips to take a slow drag off of the liquid. Elend, well dressed in a fine suit, ran his free hand through his hair as leaned against the wall. Although his gaze moved through the crowd, his mind began to wander, thinking about his research. The Fountain of Youth and the Tree of Life had to be out there somewhere, but his research had revealed little. Elend was certain the Ascendancy knew something. His ageless face at the very least meant something. Maybe his cult of worshippers did as well.
Elend blinked the thoughts away. That's not why he was here. He had been searching too much, and his mind was no longer clear. What he needed was a distraction - a way to clear his head. He'd find someone here, he was sure of it. His gaze went back to the crowd, scanning for familiar faces - or those who would just be in the mood for some mingling.
Elend's eyes would linger at times at the DJ's podium, where it was likely Ozy was stationed. The man was the face of the club, and a beautiful face it was. Here, the man was a god, worshiped not for his ability to use the power (as far as Elend knew he couldn't), but for his skills as a DJ. Devotion to him was certainly merited. The thought brought Elend back to thoughts of immortality. A man like that - well - agelessness would be a good fit for him. There were rumors that Ozy was actually going to be leaving Manifesto - that he had found something else. That was certainly interesting gossip. It made Elend wonder if the crowd size here would decrease in his absence.
Elend took another pull off his drink and sighed contentedly. It was a good night to be out. It was a good night to clear his head. Tonight, he'd find his good time. Tomorrow, he'd be back to the grind. Several options were available to him. He could continue his research. That could take him to the Sanctuary of the Ascendant Flame. Regardless of if it would help, Elend was curious to meet this "Luminar." Forming a cult required a particular personality. He could do work for Arc too. Cadence Mathis was recording in one of his studios. He also heard Ezvin was working with her. Ezvin was talented, and Elend really wished he could get Ezvin to join his staff full time. The man seemed to like the freelancing life though. It would probably be a good idea to make an appearance with Cadence for professional reasons. Elend chuckled. Once again, his mind was roaming. Tonight was about clarity.