Immaculate Mess (Open) Sept 26, 2019 19:50:20 GMT -6
Post by Sanbu on Sept 26, 2019 19:50:20 GMT -6
Sanbu's PL: 64'000
Sanbu's PL: 64'000
Busy, land filled with organized chaos. Ordered havoc, what such a thing even possible? The idea of anarchy and arrangement seemed to be complete opposites, however upon further inspection such a conclusion didn't appear to be all that ludicrous a thought. Could anything really be that black and white ever? Without a dichotomy ever so present in all aspects of one's life there appeared to be no point to things if at all. Sanbu sat still while he dangled his legs over the edge of a lone skyscraper, gazing with eyes of marvelous fascination at all the people bustling about on ground-level. Coordinated calamity, the motions of urban existence ever evident for him to see clearly. It was a mess, but in it there happened to be a beautiful purity to it. The Majin carefully smoked from his pipe as he then proceeded to blow out a fine grey fog from the instrument. Mind pondering rigorously to itself while he basked in the sanctity of the moment, few times such as came into his life and he knew it all too well. To grip onto that kind of a thing, even if it were mere seconds was something he simply wouldn't pass up.
<Dichotomy, ah yes. Such is oh so necessary in a world like this, constantly seeking to find structure and rule when there needn't always need risks ruining a good thing. This place called North City, much as they've tried to industrialize this land it appears that its merely an illusion behind a greater truth.> Sanbu longingly stared at the urban sprawl with a look of disgust visibly evident on his visage, a certain sarcastic grin started to form at the corner of his lips as he continued watching the uncontrolled movement of a seemingly cregulated society. Speaking aloud with a voice that carried great power and eagerness with no care as to who or what might've heard him. "City-dwellers, they are a sort with unending count seeking to bring some manner of structure and balance to a world that doesn't need to have one. Nature, despite its wild self always carries some kind of structure but here, its desecrated. These constructions sever the natural aspects of the universe in such a sickening way, how can one hope to establish society and order through such artificial means? It is anything but just and virtuous."
A cool breeze brushed past Sanbu's face while he'd relish in the silence of his company, the rapid shift in the air's temperature and humidity calling his attention to the sky above him. Sharp gales and clouds appeared to take hold of the day as a white canopy formed on the bright blue canvas. "As with the wind's sudden change, so will this land experience quick revolution. There is no telling where things will lead." With a long drag taken from his pipe he'd take the moment to bask in the particular quality of his environment, to be so high above a city granted one a unique perspective that Sanbu couldn't afford to not utilize. The Majin poured himself a cup of rich green tea, sipping from the brew as he'd occasionally drain some more liquid from the antique teapot to drink from. "My, I must wonder who shall become my company on a day so lonely and without action. It does no good having fine tea in one's hand and a pipe in the other if there's just no person to entertain dialogue with. Perhaps I shouldn't of decided to lounge about on a roof if I were really looking for discussion. I mustn't lose this tranquility, not yet at least. A shame I can't share it."