An Off Day [Open]
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An Off Day [Open]
Wed Feb 19, 2014 4:40 pm
The air of Hueco Mundo was as quiet as it usually was. The occasional breeze whipped up small clouds of white sand like clouds appearing to touch the earth in their brief existences. Tiny hollows resembling all manner of desert-dwelling animals scurried about enacting a mockery of the living world's natural cycle. A masked eagle devoured a tiny masked lizard; which was finishing up the carcass left by a much larger predator. All was calm and balanced in this world between worlds. Though with the approach of a slumped, staggering humanoid, the relative peace of this wasteland was going to be ending very soon.
The arrancar calling itself Highwayman Bordeaux was gripping his head and gritting his teeth like a man with an agonizing migraine headache. His arms trembled visibly as he staggered through the desert of white sand, occasionally falling to his knees and gnashing his teeth as creatures that ventured close before getting back up again to wander aimlessly.
Eventually, the evolved hollow arrived at a grouping of ruined structures that maybe once, long ago, could have been considered buildings. At the sight of these solid pieces of stone, Bordeaux let loose an unearthly howl or pain and anger before tossing aside his saber and coat. With the frenzied madness of hollows of a lesser nature, the arrancar started attacking the inanimate ruins with his bare hands and brute power.
Of those who knew the Highwayman Bordeaux, it was mostly obvious of his problems. Despite his attempts of civility among the Kurikku, his mind was plagued with an unlimited supply of bitterness and rage. Even to the man himself, the source was unknown. Some surmised that it probably resulted from his time before he'd even become hollow. Others suggested the source was self-loathing at some disappointment the arrancar kept to himself. What ever the reason, though, these bits or rock were paying the price.
Using all the strength he could muster, Bordeaux started ripping apart bits of the remaining structures, First, loose stones were tossed off of larger standing supports. Then, the enraged hollow began striking at the firmer pieces. With his mind clouded by an inhuman rage, the pain of his flesh striking stone was muffled. His arms were a flurry of action as his punches were followed each other with no breaks. Soon, the aging rock began to crack and crumble in the wake of the unrelenting wave of wrathful blows.
Eventually the large stone would break under the abuse and crumble in half. Bordeaux panted in an attempt to catch his breath. He flicked his wrists off to the side, shaking off the blood beginning to flow from the multitude of scraps that had formed on his hands along with a small amount of sweat. His face was still warped into an angry grimace, snarling at the inanimate 'opponent' he had broken. For a moment, he just stared at it, one side of the stone marred by a small red stain.
In his head, he felt no better. The rage roiled and crashed around his mind like the surges of high tide banging against a pier. It felt like no amount of violence and destruction, against a foe living or not, could ease him from this torment.
"Hah... hah... hah... RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHH!!!"
The arrancar calling itself Highwayman Bordeaux was gripping his head and gritting his teeth like a man with an agonizing migraine headache. His arms trembled visibly as he staggered through the desert of white sand, occasionally falling to his knees and gnashing his teeth as creatures that ventured close before getting back up again to wander aimlessly.
Eventually, the evolved hollow arrived at a grouping of ruined structures that maybe once, long ago, could have been considered buildings. At the sight of these solid pieces of stone, Bordeaux let loose an unearthly howl or pain and anger before tossing aside his saber and coat. With the frenzied madness of hollows of a lesser nature, the arrancar started attacking the inanimate ruins with his bare hands and brute power.
Of those who knew the Highwayman Bordeaux, it was mostly obvious of his problems. Despite his attempts of civility among the Kurikku, his mind was plagued with an unlimited supply of bitterness and rage. Even to the man himself, the source was unknown. Some surmised that it probably resulted from his time before he'd even become hollow. Others suggested the source was self-loathing at some disappointment the arrancar kept to himself. What ever the reason, though, these bits or rock were paying the price.
Using all the strength he could muster, Bordeaux started ripping apart bits of the remaining structures, First, loose stones were tossed off of larger standing supports. Then, the enraged hollow began striking at the firmer pieces. With his mind clouded by an inhuman rage, the pain of his flesh striking stone was muffled. His arms were a flurry of action as his punches were followed each other with no breaks. Soon, the aging rock began to crack and crumble in the wake of the unrelenting wave of wrathful blows.
Eventually the large stone would break under the abuse and crumble in half. Bordeaux panted in an attempt to catch his breath. He flicked his wrists off to the side, shaking off the blood beginning to flow from the multitude of scraps that had formed on his hands along with a small amount of sweat. His face was still warped into an angry grimace, snarling at the inanimate 'opponent' he had broken. For a moment, he just stared at it, one side of the stone marred by a small red stain.
In his head, he felt no better. The rage roiled and crashed around his mind like the surges of high tide banging against a pier. It felt like no amount of violence and destruction, against a foe living or not, could ease him from this torment.
"Hah... hah... hah... RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHH!!!"
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Re: An Off Day [Open]
Thu Feb 20, 2014 1:09 am
Himeko was bored, that was plain to see since such an emotion was clearly displayed upon her expressionless face. But there was more to take note as one drew up their conclusion that the young vizard was bored. For one, she had decided to spend her time not messing around with the other members of Kurriku like she usually did. No, she had spent years running the people mad with her ‘games’, and very few desired to play such games with her nonetheless be in her presence for fear that they would be dragged into one of her many dangerous games she enjoyed playing. And those enjoyed her twisted sense of fun as much as she did were few and currently unavailable.
This thus forced the youngling to find a different way of relieving her boredom, and such a task was proving rather difficult for her. For one, there was not much to be done in Hueco Mundo, or not much that she knew about. The place was a desolated realm, not very lively if you were to compare it to the likes of the Soul Society or even the human realm. But she had not stepped foot outside of Hueco Mundo for almost a century, and with good reasons. Reasons she would not disclose to anyone but those she truly trusted, and there were few trustworthy people in the world that she lived in.
The only form of entertainment she could come up with was to battle some random Hollows that were not part of Kurikku or any of its allies. But that had gotten old quickly, and she had remembered why she had stopped killing the Hollows that roamed the barren lands. And thusly so, Himeko found herself doing absolutely nothing but staring at the moon. It was something she found herself doing a lot lately. She had seen the moon that loomed over Hueco Mundo many times, but she could still lose herself in its beauty. And she knew that she would stand there for hours on end until she grew tired or she was sent on some task that needed to be complete. But today would not be one of those days. No, for as the vizard’s eyes and mind began to become captivated by the moon, she heard something off in the distance.
Her eyes snapped to the left, for that was where her brain told her the sound came from. And such a scream it was, or at least she thought it was a scream. What else could travel so far and still be heard faintly, but clearly? Though such a thing as a scream should not bother Himeko, she having heard plenty during her lifetime. And since she lived in a place where Hollows consumed one another in the hopes of becoming stronger, hearing screams was not unusual. But something drew her to the scream, something strong enough that she had no choice but to investigate. Thus with a sigh, Himeko utilized the speed she possessed in order to reach the source.
Such a sight she would behold upon her arrival. As she landed upon one of the many pieces that use to comprise a building before its fall, she spotted a young man. She assumed he was young for she had only the view of his back to judge by. Her head tilted slightly to one side as her eyes fed information to her brain in order to piece together what had occurred. But without much needed information, she would be forced to ask rather than guess.
She sighed again, the second time of that day and she had a feeling there would be many more to come. Her arms folded across her chest as words formulated within her mind, words that she would speak in a couple of seconds. “Pray do tell what has you screaming, or whatever you desire to call that, at this moment of time?” Himeko questioned. She spoke loud enough for the Arrancar to hear her. She had not bothered to move from her current position, finding no reason to do so. Himeko did not recognize this Arrancar, and for all she cared, he was an enemy until proven otherwise. Thus she would wait for his response before she decided to do anything else.
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