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GOODBYES
can be a painful thing[break]
especially when they are never said
GOODBYES
can be a painful thing[break]
especially when they are never said
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Winter remained a cold time despite the sun shedding light across the snow-covered streets of Lorsette. Fresh snow laid on the ground below where people traversed the streets, fewer than expected on a sunny, winter day. Above the streets, Desmond's grey wings remained outstretched as he glided through the skies, freshly roused and prepared for another's daily work. Today's mission involved more serious affairs, specifically a training assignment the higher-ups decided he could handle suitably. While the ginger was never opposed to the notion of training an apprentice, he wished lessons could have been delayed considering there were a variety of other thoughts clouding his mind. There was plenty of occurring between himself and his crush, Zachary, which occasionally resulted in the young scout getting distracted or flustered through his own thoughts.
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There were difficulties in sorting through his own emotions, the nephilim's heart insisting he should attempt to touch the thorny rose of love again and pray he would not be pricked maliciously again. Meanwhile, the cynical parts of his hearts constantly reminded him of the frightening breakup he had with Leon and of how used he felt afterwards. Everything appeared to be conflicting in Desmond's brain as he soared above the skies, eyes observing the people below. While he was not searching for terrors during these early hours of the morning, he preferred watching to assure there were no emergency situations. The journey to the TRS headquarters would be brief, Desmond informing his apprentice the day prior to meet him there during the early hours of the morning. Cold attempting to embrace the ginger-haired man as he proceeded to fly forward, soaring above the buildings with ease, but his temperature regulation bracelet allowed for his uniform to remain rather light.
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Temperature regulation bracelets were a provided necessity which Desmond appreciated considering covering his large, grey wings in several layers was difficult, and naturally, would make the scout feel beyond bulky when he carried out his work. Even the notion of equipping numerous layers of clothes sounded bothersome to the nephilim, who definitely would prefer avoiding any situations which required the absurd commitment. As he flew, his air escaped his lips in steam as heat impacted against the frigid air of a Canadian winter. Eventually, the TRS headquarters entered Desmond's range of sight, the ginger preparing to land, expression remaining rather neutral. Under most circumstances, the ginger would be mischievously grinning while he planned a trick for his apprentice, however, this morning the concerns in his love life warded away the notions of pranks; he wished he could pour his heart out to Zachary without worrying about potentially getting hurt in the future.
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The notion of revealing his deep emotions for the angel was surprising difficult despite Zachary confessing his love months prior; Desmond desperately wished everything was easier. A long exhale escaped the ginger's lips as he descended from the air speedily before pulling up to smoothly land on his feet. Promptly, he entered the TRS headquarters easily because of the scouting division uniform hugging his body. The dark navy and blacks with blue accents making his respective division obvious while silver text in impact font stated "TERROR RESPONSE SYNDICATE" and below it "SCOUTING DIVISION" on the back of the uniform's jacket. On the front was a simple nametag with the name "DESMOND WILTS" alongside his unit (unit two) which allowed many to recognize the trickster of the TRS. While his blue accents were a touch darker than average and his silver dulled down to make blending in easier, everything was easily legible.
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Once through the front double doors of the TRS headquarters, Desmond found himself in the reception area where he went to interact with a secretary to receive a simplistic beginner's mission which he planned to take his apprentice on. While he would be required to teach his apprentice self-defence among other things, the mission was merely to locate a pipsqueak and a troublemaker, which were fairly simple ones. The ginger knew he could defend himself alongside his apprentice, which according to the file he received about his apprentice, was named Sadiya Ryder. The stranger was somebody Desmond never met, but he made certain to analyze a few simple details alongside the profile picture to allow himself to pick her out inside the main lobby once she arrived. The provided information mostly consisted of her basic information alongside a brief background check which made it evident she was possessed no felons.
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While the ginger waited, he fetched a lollipop from the depths of his pocket, peeling off the wrapper and discarding it into a nearby trashcan. He placed the candy-coated end in his mouth, the taste of cherry playing across his taste buds before he moved off to the side, leaning against a wall with green eyes observing the front entrance. There was time to churn over information about his newest apprentice, the ginger remembering how the file stated her species, siren, which could easily possess a multitude of useful abilities for sneaking around. Admittedly, Desmond was hoping the training sessions would be fairly straight forward considering the woman's powers could easily cater to the world of scouting; she just needed the crucial attention to detail all scouts required. Without observing skills, a scout's eyes would be rather useless since tracking was a significant part of the job.
[break][break]
Hunters required somebody to stalk their pray and make assessments. Occasionally, this required scouts to call headquarters and request medical attention should their observations feed the belief of failure or nasty physical harm to the fighter. They were trackers, surveying for information and gathering the crucial pieces of data to allow for simple arrests of suspected Assembly of Phantoms members alongside the location of terrors who could be roaming the city. After years of serving the Terror Response Synidate as a scout, Desmond's analyzing and observation skills grew immensely, becoming extremely sharp. He learned to notice the varying calls of lies, his cynical attitude allowing for him to easily grow suspicious of potential enemies. Ten years of scouting and working in the TRS went miles in assisting the nephilim's capabilities, thus he supposed it was sensible the higher-ups would find it suitable to provide him with an apprentice despite his regularly mischievous attitude.
Winter remained a cold time despite the sun shedding light across the snow-covered streets of Lorsette. Fresh snow laid on the ground below where people traversed the streets, fewer than expected on a sunny, winter day. Above the streets, Desmond's grey wings remained outstretched as he glided through the skies, freshly roused and prepared for another's daily work. Today's mission involved more serious affairs, specifically a training assignment the higher-ups decided he could handle suitably. While the ginger was never opposed to the notion of training an apprentice, he wished lessons could have been delayed considering there were a variety of other thoughts clouding his mind. There was plenty of occurring between himself and his crush, Zachary, which occasionally resulted in the young scout getting distracted or flustered through his own thoughts.
[break][break]
There were difficulties in sorting through his own emotions, the nephilim's heart insisting he should attempt to touch the thorny rose of love again and pray he would not be pricked maliciously again. Meanwhile, the cynical parts of his hearts constantly reminded him of the frightening breakup he had with Leon and of how used he felt afterwards. Everything appeared to be conflicting in Desmond's brain as he soared above the skies, eyes observing the people below. While he was not searching for terrors during these early hours of the morning, he preferred watching to assure there were no emergency situations. The journey to the TRS headquarters would be brief, Desmond informing his apprentice the day prior to meet him there during the early hours of the morning. Cold attempting to embrace the ginger-haired man as he proceeded to fly forward, soaring above the buildings with ease, but his temperature regulation bracelet allowed for his uniform to remain rather light.
[break][break]
Temperature regulation bracelets were a provided necessity which Desmond appreciated considering covering his large, grey wings in several layers was difficult, and naturally, would make the scout feel beyond bulky when he carried out his work. Even the notion of equipping numerous layers of clothes sounded bothersome to the nephilim, who definitely would prefer avoiding any situations which required the absurd commitment. As he flew, his air escaped his lips in steam as heat impacted against the frigid air of a Canadian winter. Eventually, the TRS headquarters entered Desmond's range of sight, the ginger preparing to land, expression remaining rather neutral. Under most circumstances, the ginger would be mischievously grinning while he planned a trick for his apprentice, however, this morning the concerns in his love life warded away the notions of pranks; he wished he could pour his heart out to Zachary without worrying about potentially getting hurt in the future.
[break][break]
The notion of revealing his deep emotions for the angel was surprising difficult despite Zachary confessing his love months prior; Desmond desperately wished everything was easier. A long exhale escaped the ginger's lips as he descended from the air speedily before pulling up to smoothly land on his feet. Promptly, he entered the TRS headquarters easily because of the scouting division uniform hugging his body. The dark navy and blacks with blue accents making his respective division obvious while silver text in impact font stated "TERROR RESPONSE SYNDICATE" and below it "SCOUTING DIVISION" on the back of the uniform's jacket. On the front was a simple nametag with the name "DESMOND WILTS" alongside his unit (unit two) which allowed many to recognize the trickster of the TRS. While his blue accents were a touch darker than average and his silver dulled down to make blending in easier, everything was easily legible.
[break][break]
Once through the front double doors of the TRS headquarters, Desmond found himself in the reception area where he went to interact with a secretary to receive a simplistic beginner's mission which he planned to take his apprentice on. While he would be required to teach his apprentice self-defence among other things, the mission was merely to locate a pipsqueak and a troublemaker, which were fairly simple ones. The ginger knew he could defend himself alongside his apprentice, which according to the file he received about his apprentice, was named Sadiya Ryder. The stranger was somebody Desmond never met, but he made certain to analyze a few simple details alongside the profile picture to allow himself to pick her out inside the main lobby once she arrived. The provided information mostly consisted of her basic information alongside a brief background check which made it evident she was possessed no felons.
[break][break]
While the ginger waited, he fetched a lollipop from the depths of his pocket, peeling off the wrapper and discarding it into a nearby trashcan. He placed the candy-coated end in his mouth, the taste of cherry playing across his taste buds before he moved off to the side, leaning against a wall with green eyes observing the front entrance. There was time to churn over information about his newest apprentice, the ginger remembering how the file stated her species, siren, which could easily possess a multitude of useful abilities for sneaking around. Admittedly, Desmond was hoping the training sessions would be fairly straight forward considering the woman's powers could easily cater to the world of scouting; she just needed the crucial attention to detail all scouts required. Without observing skills, a scout's eyes would be rather useless since tracking was a significant part of the job.
[break][break]
Hunters required somebody to stalk their pray and make assessments. Occasionally, this required scouts to call headquarters and request medical attention should their observations feed the belief of failure or nasty physical harm to the fighter. They were trackers, surveying for information and gathering the crucial pieces of data to allow for simple arrests of suspected Assembly of Phantoms members alongside the location of terrors who could be roaming the city. After years of serving the Terror Response Synidate as a scout, Desmond's analyzing and observation skills grew immensely, becoming extremely sharp. He learned to notice the varying calls of lies, his cynical attitude allowing for him to easily grow suspicious of potential enemies. Ten years of scouting and working in the TRS went miles in assisting the nephilim's capabilities, thus he supposed it was sensible the higher-ups would find it suitable to provide him with an apprentice despite his regularly mischievous attitude.
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@sadiya [break]
My muse was flowing heavily for Desmond, excuse the obsessive word count. XD
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@sadiya [break]
My muse was flowing heavily for Desmond, excuse the obsessive word count. XD
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PHARAOH LEAP CREATES
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