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Angels of Sin

Thel Rhysode

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"Like angels..." Thel muttered as he looked at the statues of winged people, standing in seemingly every direction from him, as far as he could possibly see. His bright white irises gazed into the white marble eyes of the angels and all he could do was stand there in awe. There weren't many amazing things like these in the galaxy -- it made him really wonder what his life meaning was.

The point was, up to that moment, he had had no sense of culture, no greater desire. Yet at that very moment, he saw something that he considered beautiful.

As he moved around between the angels, he tried to touch them, feel the smooth stones. Something about these statues was so pure, so perfect. He couldn't tell what it was, but the feeling just didn't seem to go away. The place had an aura of purity -- something he had not felt anywhere else.

He felt at peace. And that was the most important feeling he'd ever had.

The angels didn't look at him. None gazed at him back like he stared at them. And that was OK. Because angels were pure, they didn't desire to judge others like these mortal people around.

Thel believed in angels. More than in the Force. Because at least he was able to see angels whenever he made it to the atmosphere of Iego. But the Force -- he'd never been able to use it. He had never managed to tackle into it, he'd never had the ability to wave things around.

Which was actually not that bad.

[ [member="Djark Slove"] ]
 
Djark moved from statue to statue, eyeing them with a critical gaze. His mind was elsewhere as he took in the geometry of it all. Spending one's leave in an art museum was an unusual occurrence for someone of Djark's profession. Mercs for capitalist regimes tended to have a distinct lack of appreciation for culture. Djark was having a bit of an internal debate. About his past, about his present, about the not too distant future.

With all he'd done, with all he'd taken, and with all he'd killed, what was he? Definitely not an angel. More akin to some money grubbing spirit if one were comparing to the supernatural realm. A hungry ghost.

"Nice pieces, aye?" He said to [member="Thel Rhysode"] as he shifted about in his slow wandering.
 

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