An Off Day [Open]
2 posters
Page 2 of 3 • 1, 2, 3
- SixWingsStarter Member
- Joined : 2014-02-04
Posts : 41
Re: An Off Day [Open]
Sun Feb 23, 2014 8:00 pm
The Highwayman eyed his unlikely interrogator cautiously before considering her questions. It was subtle, but she was moving towards him. A base, predatory side of him wanted to show her the mistakes she was making by lunging forward and releasing the rage bottled within him, but he kept control for now. She was an ally and not to be harmed, he told himself. He felt it unwise for his ally to be so close to him in his condition at this moment, but he was by no means the proper authority to tell anyone what they should or should not do. If she wanted to get closer, then the consequences were her's to deal with.
"How long?Hmm..." Bordeaux again went to scratch his chin. His mind raced as best as it could given his current mental state. At any other time, this would have been slightly easier, but anger always had a way of hindering thought. "Let's see... I am a little over 800 years now. I can't remember much of my life before the last 400 or so. Most of it is just a haze of blood and anger." The arrancar made a violent gesture in the air and grinned savagely at the vague thought of bloodshed, but the the fog of memory passed shortly and so too did the smile. His mind refocused on the second half of the girl's question. Details of his survival.
"I don't really remember too much of my Gillian years. But I do remember that my methods for hunting never changed the entirety of my life as a mere hollow. Ambush. I'd bury myself in the sand, and take my prey by surprise. What satisfaction I could not get out of feasting on them while they were alive, I would take out of mutilating their remains. If I am considered out of control now, then I was absolutely berserk back then. My anger was nearly blinding, but I was strong and durable. And most importantly, I was patient." He stopped to bask in nostalgia and to let the strangeness of his words settle in.
"I kind of funny how quickly I could switch between the cool, simmering nature of vengeance and white-hot fury back then, but now I can barely contain it. Maybe removing my mask was a poor move. But then again, my tactics became so much easier when you aren't the size of a skyscraper." He chuckled to himself before sharing what he thought was funny. "Before removing the mask, I was actually much larger than any other adjuchas I consumed. But I bet none of them would ever guess they would eaten by something that they though was half-buried ruins." He laughed louder now as he thought of each of the shouts of surprise and terror of his victims from back then.
"Very soon after I became arrancar, I was found by the Kurikku and brought into the ranks. I think it was around the mid 2200s. I have been actively working with Kurikku for nearly 150 years." Bordeaux was actually a little proud of himself. He'd managed to remember all of this and his anger seemed to be lessening as this questions game kept him distracted from himself. Did that mean he trusted this girl? No, but it meant that whether she knew it or not, she was actually helping him become that much more dangerous. For the first time in a week, he felt he was almost in complete control of his rage. He was nearly the master of his greatest weapon for the moment. Keep the questions coming, girlie. He thought to himself.
"How long?Hmm..." Bordeaux again went to scratch his chin. His mind raced as best as it could given his current mental state. At any other time, this would have been slightly easier, but anger always had a way of hindering thought. "Let's see... I am a little over 800 years now. I can't remember much of my life before the last 400 or so. Most of it is just a haze of blood and anger." The arrancar made a violent gesture in the air and grinned savagely at the vague thought of bloodshed, but the the fog of memory passed shortly and so too did the smile. His mind refocused on the second half of the girl's question. Details of his survival.
"I don't really remember too much of my Gillian years. But I do remember that my methods for hunting never changed the entirety of my life as a mere hollow. Ambush. I'd bury myself in the sand, and take my prey by surprise. What satisfaction I could not get out of feasting on them while they were alive, I would take out of mutilating their remains. If I am considered out of control now, then I was absolutely berserk back then. My anger was nearly blinding, but I was strong and durable. And most importantly, I was patient." He stopped to bask in nostalgia and to let the strangeness of his words settle in.
"I kind of funny how quickly I could switch between the cool, simmering nature of vengeance and white-hot fury back then, but now I can barely contain it. Maybe removing my mask was a poor move. But then again, my tactics became so much easier when you aren't the size of a skyscraper." He chuckled to himself before sharing what he thought was funny. "Before removing the mask, I was actually much larger than any other adjuchas I consumed. But I bet none of them would ever guess they would eaten by something that they though was half-buried ruins." He laughed louder now as he thought of each of the shouts of surprise and terror of his victims from back then.
"Very soon after I became arrancar, I was found by the Kurikku and brought into the ranks. I think it was around the mid 2200s. I have been actively working with Kurikku for nearly 150 years." Bordeaux was actually a little proud of himself. He'd managed to remember all of this and his anger seemed to be lessening as this questions game kept him distracted from himself. Did that mean he trusted this girl? No, but it meant that whether she knew it or not, she was actually helping him become that much more dangerous. For the first time in a week, he felt he was almost in complete control of his rage. He was nearly the master of his greatest weapon for the moment. Keep the questions coming, girlie. He thought to himself.
- GuestGuest
Re: An Off Day [Open]
Tue Feb 25, 2014 4:09 pm
Himeko smiled. Mr. Highwayman hadn't protested her sudden movement towards him nor did he seem uncomfortable with her advances. Or at least he didn't looked bothered. For all she knew he was good at masking what he felt, the exception being anger. But he didn't look as mad nor as ready to beat the hell out of something then he did at the beginning. So the vizard guessed she was helping a fellow member of Kurikku, or was she grooming him to be a pawn in her deadly game. It was something that she fathomed as she half listened to the man reply. The other half of her attention had been placed within her mind, where she was holding a silent discussion with the spirits that dwelled within the confines of her head.
The topic of the conversation? Highwayman himself, and rather or not he shall be a good asset in the end. Of course any normal person would not have thought so, for that anger could become a liability. But, as Himeko had laid witness to Highwayman reining in his usually uncontrollable rage in order to have a civilize conversation with her, the chances of making him something other than a pawn in her chess game grew. Perhaps she would promote his status in her game from pawn to bishop or knight, but first she needed to see what her mother and off the way crazy hollow thought about it. And the perfect time to do it was now, while the man was busy answering her questions though he wouldn't be able to realized that he had only half of her attention. And she would not be kind enough to tell him of this fact.
Himeko liked to play with her cards close to her chest, only allowing herself to give away small pieces of information away. Information that would not effect her in the slightest, even if it pertained to her. An example would be her telling Highwayman that she too was part of the Kurikku, information that would help her in the long run rather than come back to bite her in the behind. For with them being allies due to their association to the same organization, killing her would be out of the question. Or at least there was a lesser chance of her dying by his hands, though she was not very worry about it. There was no reason for her to be. And Naishin'no had assured her of such a thing, but Kisaki advised her to pay close attention to him before promptly telling her that he had finished replying to her inquiry.
Her mind turned away from her conversation, thus giving the man her full attention once again. She pursed her lips as the part of her that was listening relayed what had been said by Highwayman. And with a soft voice Himeko said, "such an interesting life you have led up to this point. Much more interesting than my own by far." She grinned before sighing deeply, wondering what else she may ask. With an infinite amount of questions to be asked, she found it quite difficult to pick the ones important enough.
She tapped her fingers rhythmically upon the rubble as she stared at Highwayman. Not a word spilled from her mouth for quite a while, instead she decided to take the chance to relish in the silence. Her eyes drifted upwards as she briefly stared at the sky. "Isn't the moon beautiful? It's perhaps the most beautiful thing Hueco Mundo has to offer, second only to the grand building that most of your race dwell in. But within this world we currently live in, so few people take time out of their day to stop and admire the beauty of their world." Her eyes drifted back to Highwayman, "tell me, are you the kind of person to admire the beauty of your world or are you the one who believe it to be dull?"
Coding in template By: [THEFROST]
Graphics by: CPKallday
Graphics by: CPKallday