*♔antiquated —
Appropriating the necessary materials that’d been designated had been a successful endeavor, the salvaging an impromptu task assigned in the midst of locating promising satellite sites. Garnering the supplies had been given maximum priority in this particular instance as this location was hardly frequently, but a certain alloy was currently sought for experimental purposes by the director. For that had the detour been permitted, the base lacking in available squadrons to mobilize and thus having needed to take advantage of an operative already in the field.
Still not fully acclimated to operating solo, to remain stationary within a decimated city heavily populated with rogue Aragami was certainly disconcerting. It was unavoidable though, a lengthy wait required in order for a helicopter to collect both the spoils and herself. Remaining within clear view was mere foolishness and was promptly refrained from, alcoves advantageously used to obscure herself as the soldier delved deeper within the shadowed reaches of the surroundings. Vigilant, this did not dispel curiosity, a cautious approach taken in discreetly scrutinizing what was in proximity as not only would it abate the niggling feeling in the base of her skull, but also bring reassurance that she could act better knowing what was in immediate sight.
Cerulean pupils widened as awareness was found by the wandering gaze, the steadfast grip that digits had had on the God Arc in hand loosening a fraction. Wood rotted beyond recognition and once magnificent banners torn asunder, it was the remnants of paper streamers known to have religious origin that had marked the fractured altar as what had once been a shrine. It was novelty in this time, a vestige of an era in which gods were not willfully depraved; it was a reminder of what had been lost, the purity and goodness, of answering calls of forgiveness, of undiluted hope, of a strong desire for long life and of true love.
There truly was nothing quite as sorrowful.
Unbidden, demure features displayed a somber expression, creame locks tumbling over shoulders as her head gradually bowed forward. A hand was gently placed upon her chest as a gesture of solace, a silent prayer offered in mourning for a deity that might’ve been nothing more than an imaginative being. Not a known believer, matters of the faith were inconsequential as what this sanctuary had represented, and what it had meant to people, was all that truly mattered.