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Subject:  Re: Gabrielle's venture to the Gods 
Date:  7/12/2004 9:57 PM Central Daylight Time 
From:  Angelic Justicar 
MsgId:  <20040712225747.19120.00086663@mbs-r01.aol.com> 
 




:        ::Initially upon hearing Aries' change of heart in that respect his lisp curled anew at the entonement of his own personal viewpoint. That in and of itself gave him reason to smile. To knwo that he held his words in personal regard to even be attentive suprised him. Considering the amount of regard most held for him in his mortal state. Yet that same clarity and crystalline vantage point gave him a moment of reflection against the concept.  Eyes of almond averted for momentary reflection upon the choice knowledge of "muse" interference before he'd reflect upon the stories he had heard of the triune old bats::  

        "True.  Muses... The fates. They tend to be the key points of transition and disposition changers in the midst of the land.  They can pick at the portions of a person's life and turn things into true disharmony.  Though the irony of that is a personal foritutde and resilliance.  Influence is a funny thing. To be influenced, just like any barter trade or threat, one has to have something the other wants, or the ability to cause some extreme act that they do not wish to have happen that they can affect.  To do that they have to find a way to be a means of affecting it.  Cut that conduit of power that they hold and you gain the ability to turn the tides against your opponent."

        ::It was there that he pasued to gas he noted Hermes' twist to smile upon the voice given unto his exchange. One coudl evens ee that thin aura of golden light begin to churn in a touch of joyous pride at his recognotion of care, thought and intuitive knowledge to continue in the heated trek along the clouds.  His pace was the same, leisurely, but he'd wait a moment to attain that clarity of what was said and smiled upon the hope that had come up about the entreating twist of fate.  Something about this gave him a sense of the trials he had undergone to beocme what he was... The elder days where he had undergone the ritualistic restrictions that had  come over his body to attain the clarity to harness his gifts.  A momentary flicker of the intensity of that comprehension shifted across his memory, stirring the duality of natures within him in the mixed emotions he held at that time. only to re-seal and flush over hsi frame in a renewed glow that was twice as intense.  Sealing the resolution in his mind that it was worth it::


            "Just as you would in knowing your opponent's strenghts and weaknesses', you must know what can affect them and what they are impervious to.  As of late, I've only noticed Gabrielle's heartache at the difference of opinion in her family. It does make sense due to what has occured.  Though there are times that we all feel wronged and as if we have lost the reason and purpose that have come to pass to believe in.  I concede wholeheartedly to the understanding of the muses. Though destiny is a two way street. Not all that one percieves of a person can be determined before they are cast.  It is the choices that we make the morals that we hold to that decides our fates.  Suggestion and idea creates a new path as insight and understanding is obtained... It leads to questioning what you believe in and how things can be affected and possibly changed.  Though the one thing that is needed is to understand what changes are to be hoped for.  Right now . The biggest thing that I have noticed aside from the family ties is the sense that she believes people see her as an icon only to be defended and incapable of personal care.  Though that is not the case.  I've served to remind her that it is not that she is incapable. All who even have seen hints of her wrath know that well.. It is that they wish for her happiness and constant joy because it gives them the same.  Those whom have been able to know her have beena ble to have faith in her in many ways. It is only when she reaches extremes that they tend to fear as they would with anyone of such great power and potent possiblity.  It would be ill advised not to.  It is not us that needs to know that.. but she."

        "Yet if she is a possible cause of this, My question would be the key thing to know. Amidst my trianing with you. I will seek the uses myself to attain the knowledge Dischord has earned.  I cannot learn all that she has though I will learn what is open and known bit by bit, the opportunity is open. And I will 'know my enemy'." 

          :: With that he'd take in the last twist of fate as he turned to Aeries, standing tall despite his stature just under six feet, unlike the majority of behemoths he had seen in the lands.  His footsteps grew slow and steady leading to the twist of his staff to lock at his side until Aries was complete.  Upon hearing the final call he'd ease hsi fignertips in tiga tighter grip, kneedign the staff gently in the resolve that hat struck his mind again. Yet That in and of itself lead him to learn. A single nod was bestowed to Aries before seeking out the interior of the ancient structure, to seek out closure amidst it's walls.::



        ::Entry tot he colleseum was something that he ahd come to expect and understnad, The kiss of the cool wings were tainted with the acrid scent of the fallen and the heightened pleasentries of the patrons that saught the joy of merely watchign the entertainment for themselves in this plane of existance. Somethign about ti stireed a blend of pheremones and horomones that he hadn't felt in ages.  The electrifying rush that consumed his frame brought him somethign that he ahd thought incomprehensible for a while.... a touch of power. Since the first day he had wieleded his weapon the tension began to rush through his being, leaving him to pulse in the union that had been forged. Yet upon finding the center of the area he pulled his fingertips back and twisted the staff into a full swing, twice across his body. leading hsi footsteps like the tempered thrum of a warrior's drum sounding in the cries of battle, to stirr the winds in a slight toreent around his frame, shifting it back and forth from one side of thhsi body to the other as his eyes illuminated in the revelation of his mind. Heeding as he was instructed he'd release his sensory awareness to take in all, returning to the sense of the primordial essence that he had known since the beginnings of his childhood. He held a primordial soul, one thing he hadn't been fully awakened to and still didn't quite comprehend.  It was a senses of understandign that was beyond the logic but purely resonant, familiar instainct.  It was that that seperated him from the majority of the calculated strategists that hed had known in mortality and possibly still now.  
        It was in the moment he reached the center of the Collesium that he'd seal the staff in a final lock betwixt his hands before him, and closed his eyes. The channeling rusht hat had existed in his flesh and body shooting through hsi core? It was this that he sent directly into his staff, envisioning it as a full pulse of pure golden light that materialized itself to travel down his arms and pour directly into his staff.  The power, and the weakening of hsi physical being came about quickly like a blend of tranquilizaers and adrenaline had been shot into his body.. languid in visualziation but overly apt in acuity, almsot as if the world itself were moving far too slowly and made all seem sluggish. Though this was only a sense, for with eyes closed, those wings of his hand spread, unbeknowns to him the initial wingspan that he had held took flight, seven feet in each direction. The midnight magesty shifted with a blend of gold and silver electricity that snapped into frame to channel them like pure receptive antennae to do as they were bid heightening that telepathic sense and bolstering his dissent.  In holding the staff above his head he'd wait a moment, standing with his left leg crossed over his right, before bringing the staff down simultaneouslyw ith his legs to end in a the base lotus postion, staff upheld and locked, open to wait::



(To be continued.....)