Post by Germania on Oct 1, 2010 19:56:09 GMT -5
It wasn't hard to imagine why Aric felt out of place in the bustling port town. He stuck out like a sore thumb, his refusal to dress according to modern fashions made sure of that. A few people stopped to stare at him, most walking away muttering something about how strange he was. A few, however, were sent skittering off after he fixed an intense stare in their direction. He didn't really care though, his armor was comfortable. He felt more at ease in his natural clothing than that of the "modern" era. Ever since his memories had come back he hadn't really felt at home anywhere on this earth.
He was seperated from those he recognized and connected with, and he was still confused. Germania was dead and gone. Why then had he come back? It didn't make any sense to him, so he'd set out to find the people he hoped could make sense of it for him. Somehow his quest had carried him all the way to the busy city by the ocean, ships coming and going, and people everywhere. None of them seemed to be the people he had come looking for though. Momentarily abandoning his quest he ducked himself down away from the swarms of people, slipping into the shade between two buildings.
The blonde leaned up against the wall, sighing deeply. So far his searching had turned up nothing, for all he knew his family and friends were all dead, and he would never find them. That couldn't be the case though, not when their nations seemed to still be holding on. He shook his head, closing his eyes for a moment. Nothing made sense anymore. Those he knew were long dead, gone with their nations, but now he couldn't find those who should still be here. What had become of the world since his passing?
Quietly he wished that Rome could be here, could help him make sense of things. Even if he was convinced the mad Roman was indeed out of his mind, it would still be more comforting to have him back. He had never had the chance to admit it out loud really, but he cared for the man. It wasn't really a romantic sort of caring, but he cared all the same. He could remember the day he had raised his sword against the Roman, had felled him. He hadn't said a thing, hadn't shown any remorse, until after he had buried his friend. Then it had finally hit him. Rome wasn't coming back.
He could recall having spent the rest of the day up on that kill crying, feeling thankful only for the fact his family wouldn't be able to find him here and see him in such a state. Aric remembered falling asleep there, and returning home in the morning only saying that Rome was gone, and he wasn't coming back. He couldn't think of a time before then or even after then that he'd ever cried. Not even on the day he had convinced himself would be his last. Of course, fate had gone and proved him wrong, forcing him to be born again for reasons unknown.
Aric was too lost in thought to even notice what was going on around him. He was too busy trying to ignore their world and make sense of his. Although slowly he freed himself from the claws of memories.
"Just where did all of you go?"
His voice was low, speaking only to himself. Even if anyone else heard him, he doubted they would care anyways.
Unless of course...they knew him.
He was seperated from those he recognized and connected with, and he was still confused. Germania was dead and gone. Why then had he come back? It didn't make any sense to him, so he'd set out to find the people he hoped could make sense of it for him. Somehow his quest had carried him all the way to the busy city by the ocean, ships coming and going, and people everywhere. None of them seemed to be the people he had come looking for though. Momentarily abandoning his quest he ducked himself down away from the swarms of people, slipping into the shade between two buildings.
The blonde leaned up against the wall, sighing deeply. So far his searching had turned up nothing, for all he knew his family and friends were all dead, and he would never find them. That couldn't be the case though, not when their nations seemed to still be holding on. He shook his head, closing his eyes for a moment. Nothing made sense anymore. Those he knew were long dead, gone with their nations, but now he couldn't find those who should still be here. What had become of the world since his passing?
Quietly he wished that Rome could be here, could help him make sense of things. Even if he was convinced the mad Roman was indeed out of his mind, it would still be more comforting to have him back. He had never had the chance to admit it out loud really, but he cared for the man. It wasn't really a romantic sort of caring, but he cared all the same. He could remember the day he had raised his sword against the Roman, had felled him. He hadn't said a thing, hadn't shown any remorse, until after he had buried his friend. Then it had finally hit him. Rome wasn't coming back.
He could recall having spent the rest of the day up on that kill crying, feeling thankful only for the fact his family wouldn't be able to find him here and see him in such a state. Aric remembered falling asleep there, and returning home in the morning only saying that Rome was gone, and he wasn't coming back. He couldn't think of a time before then or even after then that he'd ever cried. Not even on the day he had convinced himself would be his last. Of course, fate had gone and proved him wrong, forcing him to be born again for reasons unknown.
Aric was too lost in thought to even notice what was going on around him. He was too busy trying to ignore their world and make sense of his. Although slowly he freed himself from the claws of memories.
"Just where did all of you go?"
His voice was low, speaking only to himself. Even if anyone else heard him, he doubted they would care anyways.
Unless of course...they knew him.