Faint of Heart [Closed/Invite]

It had been an annoyingly quiet series of weeks since the arrancar known as Highwayman Bordeaux. After meeting another member Kurikku and returning to the fortress, he'd spent a long time quietly meditating on himself in an attempt to search for the beginnings of his rage. To his annoyance, nothing major had been rediscovered. What wasn't lost to the sands of time were fragments of feelings and glimpses of remembered images. Most of the feelings were those he was well acquainted with: Anger, hatred, superiority. It brought credence to his theory that he was nothing more than those feelings given form, as even though the feelings were only small pieces, they contained a great intensity to them, nearly triggering greater rage from his at nothing in particular.

Of course those were only half of the equation. The other half was what brought him back into the world of the living. Fragments of memories brought the Highwayman pictures of posh countrysides and rolling green hills. Others brought him images of setting suns over harbors full of sailing ships. By themselves, the memories would have meant nothing; just sceneries from a forgotten life with no real way to pinpoint their locations especially with the amount of time that might have passed between the memory and the present. But with his unconscious predilection for western Europe, he thought the nation of origin for those memories would probably match that of his accent and name.

France.

While that connection limited the search area down a significant amount, it didn't provide him with the answers Bordeaux was looking for, yet. The nation was still quite large and Bordeaux could only search for certain amount of time before his presence in the human world was noticed by either his allies or his enemies.

The arrancar emerged into the world outside the capital, Paris, to the southwest. The seven-foot tall man looked around in silence. The roads were nearly vacant and what animals were around scattered the instant they sensed his malicious pressure.

Nothing even close. The thought to himself as he sighed in aggravation. With one hand resting in the hilt of his blade, the arrancar sped off away from the large city. His eyes were alert and constantly scanning back and forth, trying to match his location to his memories.

Searching as he was, the Arrancar easily spotted the conflict happening in the countryside. A young man fighting a hollow stupidly gorging itself on the flesh of livestock and ignoring the combatant. The smell of the carnage made Bordeaux's blood boil, but he fought it back to focus on his mission. He attempted to give the battlefield a wide berth, but it must not have been enough as the young man began to follow him discreetly. The arrancar was completely unaware as he was too preoccupied in his search to bother checking spiritual pressures.

Regarding that, Highwayman Bordeaux still had nothing to go on. Nothing matched the snapshots so far. Several rolling hills skirted the immediate horizon. As he reached the top of one of the hills, Bordeaux made a face.

"Nothing still. Je méprise cet endroit." He spat on the ground and looked down at the land in front of him. The world was so different from what the memories looked like.

Lost? He heard the voice behind him ask his question as his reiatsu rose from its suppressed state. This man was not a pushover like the prey that went about their oblivious days in the cars just down the hill on the highway. He thought back to another member of his group he had met rather recently. A young girl with power that made him look like but a novice beginner. This man's power seemed similar but... not quite as refined, maybe. Of course comparing strengths on just his sensing ability had never proved to conclusive for Bordeaux, so who knows what this man was capable of. The fact that he wasn't dead already was a sign. He relaxed the unconsciously tightened grip he had on his sabre.

"Lost? Ne soyez pas ridicule" The arrancar replied in a soft growl. It was as civil as he could really manage with the embarrassment of being snuck up on coupled with his own annoyance growing from having to walk among these mortals for as long as he had been. "I am simply attempting to take a very long trip down memory lane. It is of no concern of yours." In his mind, he hoped such a brush-off would be enough to send away his unwanted companion.

Though the 'ambush' did start to jog something of a memory. Another tidbit, but longer than the others. It seemed to be a fragment of a conversation. He was in a carriage of some kind. A man on a horse was talking to another man that was traveling with him. Bordeaux could read the words "Are you lost" from the man outside the carriage's lips. The world out side was dreary, but the hills... These were those hills! He was sure of it!

Bordeaux's body tensed from the realization and quickly started to walk down the hill towards the road. It was nearly the in the exact same place as the memory, though concrete and asphalt replaced simple dirt. The arrancar looked up into the sky and judged the sun's position and began to move again with purpose. The man that had been talking to him almost didn't register to him.