03-31-2015, 11:55 PM
Ichiro had spent the majority of his time in Moscow so far getting settled in. He had an apartment close to the Atharim HQ. The time spent away from hiscv home he spent in the library - both the Atharim and civilian. If given a chance, hemight host an event at the library to teach some of his culture to those interested.
The Moscow Atharim were all abuzz about the Convocation and this new orderto hunt the gods. Ichiro was interested. He had killed a god - one who had been a friend -and had assisted with the death of his brother. Killing gods wasn't new ro him,but the methods employed would be new - at least he assumed that it would.
Today Ichiro was going to meet the Regus. He wasn't sure what he would say to the head of his order, probably just offer his sword. With this new order, there were bound to be shifts. He would serve where he was needed as he always did. If that meant hunting gods, he would do so with the fervor he gave to everything.
Ichiro followed the Christian priest that was leading him though the headquarters. He wore a long black trench coat to covee the twin blades he carried, the longer katana on his left hip and the shorter wakizashi on his right. It was uncomfortable, and he preferred the on one side, but the coat didn't allow it.
They entered a room and he saw a woman there with another Christian preist. He bowed to them and smiled in his customary greeting before taking a place off to the side to wait; Ichiro did not wish to imterrupt. Despite his stature, Ichiro stood with the deadly grace of a trained predator. Off to the side he waited patiently for his summons.
The Moscow Atharim were all abuzz about the Convocation and this new orderto hunt the gods. Ichiro was interested. He had killed a god - one who had been a friend -and had assisted with the death of his brother. Killing gods wasn't new ro him,but the methods employed would be new - at least he assumed that it would.
Today Ichiro was going to meet the Regus. He wasn't sure what he would say to the head of his order, probably just offer his sword. With this new order, there were bound to be shifts. He would serve where he was needed as he always did. If that meant hunting gods, he would do so with the fervor he gave to everything.
Ichiro followed the Christian priest that was leading him though the headquarters. He wore a long black trench coat to covee the twin blades he carried, the longer katana on his left hip and the shorter wakizashi on his right. It was uncomfortable, and he preferred the on one side, but the coat didn't allow it.
They entered a room and he saw a woman there with another Christian preist. He bowed to them and smiled in his customary greeting before taking a place off to the side to wait; Ichiro did not wish to imterrupt. Despite his stature, Ichiro stood with the deadly grace of a trained predator. Off to the side he waited patiently for his summons.