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Vecna's most recent trip to Ziost has been incredibly disappointing. The acolytes that resided in this temple seemed to all be so stupid, so simple minded that he wondered if there was any hope left at all for the Imperium. Of course, the Imperium as it stood having no hope at all to survive was exactly what Vecna wanted as an active member of the Coterie, but that wasn't a viewpoint that he willingly broadcasted to the world at large. Regardless of the failures Ziost had thus far shown him, Vecna had decided to stay for a short while longer to get a true test sample of the acolyte base. He'd browsed through some of the Imperial records dismissing nearly all of the files he came across almost instantly, that was until he came across one regarding a young Yu named Matsunaira Hitomaro. Judging from the files alone, Hitomaro had all of the relative skills that Vecna looked for in an acolyte as well as a potential apprentice, but he'd learned long ago that many acolytes looked good on paper and very few of them were actually able to back up their listed skills with real life action. Deciding to give this young man a chance to impress him, Vecna sent Hitomaro a message to meet him just outside of the temple in the frozen wastes near the entrance to one of the abandoned ruins that littered Ziost.
Unlike his usual first time meeting with acolytes, Vecna had no plans to instantly meet Hitomaro face-to-face. This Yu man was going to be the singular shoulders on which the failures of Ziost would burden, and his performance in the coming minutes would be the standard by which Vecna would judge all of the acolytes that called this planet and temple home. Sitting near a rocky outcropping that overlooked the ruin's entrance, Vecna sat with his eyes on the horizon and his body, mind and aura completely cloaked in the force. There was a near zero chance that Hitomaro would be able to detect his presence there and that's precisely what Vecna wanted. He was going to ambush this hopeful acolyte and give him a true test against an opponent much more dangerous than he was, and Hito's response to this adversity would tell Vecna everything he needed to know in order to make his decision.
His breathing slow and methodical, his heart-rate so low you'd almost think him dead, Vecna sat in resolute silence and simply waited. He'd informed Hitomaro to meet him at dawn, and the Ziosti sun was just now starting to peak it's white-orange tendrils above the horizon. Hitomaro's life would be in much less danger if he arrived on time.
Vecna didn't really care either way.
Unlike his usual first time meeting with acolytes, Vecna had no plans to instantly meet Hitomaro face-to-face. This Yu man was going to be the singular shoulders on which the failures of Ziost would burden, and his performance in the coming minutes would be the standard by which Vecna would judge all of the acolytes that called this planet and temple home. Sitting near a rocky outcropping that overlooked the ruin's entrance, Vecna sat with his eyes on the horizon and his body, mind and aura completely cloaked in the force. There was a near zero chance that Hitomaro would be able to detect his presence there and that's precisely what Vecna wanted. He was going to ambush this hopeful acolyte and give him a true test against an opponent much more dangerous than he was, and Hito's response to this adversity would tell Vecna everything he needed to know in order to make his decision.
His breathing slow and methodical, his heart-rate so low you'd almost think him dead, Vecna sat in resolute silence and simply waited. He'd informed Hitomaro to meet him at dawn, and the Ziosti sun was just now starting to peak it's white-orange tendrils above the horizon. Hitomaro's life would be in much less danger if he arrived on time.
Vecna didn't really care either way.