<span style="font-style: italic"> So dark...</span>The thoughts of running up and down roof tops and buildings crossed his mind in a constant fashion as if he was destined for only that. The night lights hit Rizelâ€™s face as they passed by lighting up the night sky, as decorations? Or as something else? Who knows? However the brilliant ebony hair blew in the wind and Rizel was sitting atop a high building perhaps one of the highest in the district however the view of the (Upper class) district where the Empress is supposed to reside along his her council members, it was her building that was the peak of Summerset like a beacon to those who supported her choices and a threat to others about her own superiority, certainly an interesting prospect for Rizel as one of his hobbies was free running (Parkouring) the thought brought inspiration to those shaded eyes that stared out at the many lights that covered the high buildings. â€œOne day soon....â€<br/><br/>His voice was like that of the ocean and washed over those who heard such a tone of voice, very calming and soft yet it didnâ€™t show weakness or frailty as others would say it is music that calms the beast and with such a gifted voice Rizel used such opportunities to stop needless or unwanted fights.<br/>The dark figure that now sat on the buildings edge, like that of a child with his legs hanging over and moving up and down in a swaying fashion now had their sights on the meeting area encoded by signs on walls, riddles via messages and secret meetings as such.<br/><br/>Rizel knew all too well this particular gathering was going to be a big one due to the contacts he had made over the years never intruding or meeting with the rumoured resistance directly however Rizel was always there to give a helping hand when needed, his reputation however was known as the (Harbinger) due to his collection of certain items that he picks up from certain activities that include the bodies of her Empressâ€™s soldiers.<br/><br/>Rizel leaned forward and dropped from the edge, his trench coat flickering in the winds that caught his coat like a bat getting ready to open his wings to capture the air currents and tae flight. However such an act wasnâ€™t to follow, instead a heavy thud to the ground and a bounce of Rizelâ€™s strong lengthy legs were recognised by those who were near him but people in these times were too afraid to say a word against the existence of vampires, werewolves or resistance members such stories would only draw bad news to themselves and like most humans they wish to preserve what little life they have in Summerset.<br/><br/>Rizelâ€™s shoeâ€™s thumped against the floor as he made his way towards the entrance of the resistance, he looked down to a hatch at the back of a almost lifeless bar accept for the human that always spat in the cup and wiped it before serving it up to one of the patrons. Opening the hatch door Rizel jumped down once more, calmly made his way towards one of the many entrances to the sanctuary, four men guarded said door and awaited a clearance from Rizel the humans knew Rizel from past experiences on the field however they all knew chances could not be taken â€œQuam Sancta....â€<br/><br/>In that same calming tone the doors opened to reveal a room of such few members of the resistance waiting to go into the area where Quissera Shentavo had been giving off his never ending speeches. Rizel made his way into the second room that was much bigger and hosted many more resistance members. Approaching the crowed from the side he stood, crossing his arms and looked towards the man that spoke to his members, more spoken out as kin and awaited to see what this gathering was for.