Post by Abaddon on Mar 29, 2020 20:56:56 GMT -5
Gong….. Gong…. Gong…
The sound of a grandfather clock rung out signifying that it was nine in the morning. The bellowing tones of the clock filled the book laden room. These deep tone awoke Abaddon from the slumber that he had entered the night before. With the final chimes echoing out Abaddon’s eyes adjusted to the dim light in the room allowing him to get a better look at the room he had passed out in. It was his study, a room that he often spent his time in due to his love of books and his nightly writings. Still to pass out simply in this room like he did was a rarity. Why had he done it? The answer wasn’t coming to him no matter how much he tried to think. There on the desk that he had been sleeping on was a half open book. A possible clue to what had caused to fall asleep
Slowly Abaddon reached for the book, at a first glance he wasn’t able to recognize what book it was. The words were written in German, a handwriting that was very familiar to him, but not one that he recognized right off the bat. Turning the book over he saw that it was a solid brown leather cover, no words or images to note who the book belonged to. With his mind still in a haze he slowly turned the book to the first few pages trying to see if there was a title page or a note as to what this book was. Yet there was nothing dictating to him what book this was. Yet the words seemed familiar, looking over the first page he noticed that there was a story and a date. The first page was dated a few months ago and as he started to read more he remembered what this book was, it was his first journal after being reborn.
A cold chill went down his body as the realization of what had just happened transpired through him. It was less than a year that he had been brought back, less than a year that he had written those words down in that book and yet he had already forgotten it all. The haze of waking up was slowly fading away and the memory of what he had been doing the past night came back to him, he had been rereading his events. Abaddon knew it was getting worse, his memory had been slipping here and there, over the past few days more and more. He first noticed it when he had forgotten to go grocery shopping this week and he woke one day with nothing to eat in his home. Later on that same day he had forgotten the name of a contact he made just a few moments earlier.
He had a feeling that last night he tried to reread the events he had written as a way to jog his memory and instead of going to bed he kept on reading. It wasn’t something he was proud of, luckily there was no one else here to remind him of this embarrassment. With the book in hand Abaddon slowly made his way to where he had taken it from last night, there was no reason to keep reading it at the moment and more honestly he didn’t want a reminder of the blunder he did. While keeping his memory intact was something he wanted there were some things he’d rather forget if possible, this being one of the very few.
With that embarrassment behind him Abaddon wanted to start his day, which involved showering and changing his clothing and eating something. While the first two tasks went without issue as he opened the door to his refrigerator, he noticed something that he had hoped he had rectified the night before. The refrigerator was entirely empty. Letting out a heavy sigh he slowly closed the door of his refrigerator and went back to his closet. If there was nothing to eat in his home he would just have to go out for food. While this was a mild inconvenience it wasn’t as if he was really expected to be anywhere that day, he had no plans that he could recall for the day.
With his normal clothing for the day put on, a black suit with a white shirt with matching tie. A long black coat and lastly but most importantly a pair of white gloves he set off for a café he knew nearby that served a decent breakfast. It didn’t take long for him to place his order and sit down at the café table outside waiting for his food. While he waited there was so much to think about, however his mind kept coming back to the same thing, how just a year ago he was dead and now, more than anything he was among the living. It was something that he thought impossible, yet the reminder of what caused that to be reality was still in one of his coat pockets. Abaddon unknowingly while thinking allowed the control of his reiatsu to slip letting those who were aware of the spiritual world sense him. If they had any skill in sensing reiatsu they would feel hollow reiatsu permeating from his body mixed with that of a quincy.
The sound of a grandfather clock rung out signifying that it was nine in the morning. The bellowing tones of the clock filled the book laden room. These deep tone awoke Abaddon from the slumber that he had entered the night before. With the final chimes echoing out Abaddon’s eyes adjusted to the dim light in the room allowing him to get a better look at the room he had passed out in. It was his study, a room that he often spent his time in due to his love of books and his nightly writings. Still to pass out simply in this room like he did was a rarity. Why had he done it? The answer wasn’t coming to him no matter how much he tried to think. There on the desk that he had been sleeping on was a half open book. A possible clue to what had caused to fall asleep
Slowly Abaddon reached for the book, at a first glance he wasn’t able to recognize what book it was. The words were written in German, a handwriting that was very familiar to him, but not one that he recognized right off the bat. Turning the book over he saw that it was a solid brown leather cover, no words or images to note who the book belonged to. With his mind still in a haze he slowly turned the book to the first few pages trying to see if there was a title page or a note as to what this book was. Yet there was nothing dictating to him what book this was. Yet the words seemed familiar, looking over the first page he noticed that there was a story and a date. The first page was dated a few months ago and as he started to read more he remembered what this book was, it was his first journal after being reborn.
A cold chill went down his body as the realization of what had just happened transpired through him. It was less than a year that he had been brought back, less than a year that he had written those words down in that book and yet he had already forgotten it all. The haze of waking up was slowly fading away and the memory of what he had been doing the past night came back to him, he had been rereading his events. Abaddon knew it was getting worse, his memory had been slipping here and there, over the past few days more and more. He first noticed it when he had forgotten to go grocery shopping this week and he woke one day with nothing to eat in his home. Later on that same day he had forgotten the name of a contact he made just a few moments earlier.
He had a feeling that last night he tried to reread the events he had written as a way to jog his memory and instead of going to bed he kept on reading. It wasn’t something he was proud of, luckily there was no one else here to remind him of this embarrassment. With the book in hand Abaddon slowly made his way to where he had taken it from last night, there was no reason to keep reading it at the moment and more honestly he didn’t want a reminder of the blunder he did. While keeping his memory intact was something he wanted there were some things he’d rather forget if possible, this being one of the very few.
With that embarrassment behind him Abaddon wanted to start his day, which involved showering and changing his clothing and eating something. While the first two tasks went without issue as he opened the door to his refrigerator, he noticed something that he had hoped he had rectified the night before. The refrigerator was entirely empty. Letting out a heavy sigh he slowly closed the door of his refrigerator and went back to his closet. If there was nothing to eat in his home he would just have to go out for food. While this was a mild inconvenience it wasn’t as if he was really expected to be anywhere that day, he had no plans that he could recall for the day.
With his normal clothing for the day put on, a black suit with a white shirt with matching tie. A long black coat and lastly but most importantly a pair of white gloves he set off for a café he knew nearby that served a decent breakfast. It didn’t take long for him to place his order and sit down at the café table outside waiting for his food. While he waited there was so much to think about, however his mind kept coming back to the same thing, how just a year ago he was dead and now, more than anything he was among the living. It was something that he thought impossible, yet the reminder of what caused that to be reality was still in one of his coat pockets. Abaddon unknowingly while thinking allowed the control of his reiatsu to slip letting those who were aware of the spiritual world sense him. If they had any skill in sensing reiatsu they would feel hollow reiatsu permeating from his body mixed with that of a quincy.