The Minds Of Waste

Sat Mar 14, 2015 4:47 pm

Snow! Snow was falling from the sky in slow, steady pace. The air was chilling to the bone and sun shone bright, reflecting against the snow and blinding those, who stared at this beauty too much. In here humans had fallen most, not being able to survive the low temperatures. Right now it was warm, only 25C negative. Rare birds could be seen in air and even a deer or two could be spotted. No Hollows would be seen, what was strange, knowing how often they usually appeared here.

The reason for their lacking could be seen further to the direction of a small forest. If a group of few trees could be called a forest. There a boy, around 18 years old, sat and draw chaotic swirls in the snow with his bare palm. His pale, long finger was already purple, but when he stopped for a moment, it regained the natural color and he kept on. Like always, White was wearing a complete white version of Grand Dukes uniform. His eyes, covered with a white layer as blind people would, but only with small, red dots in the middle, were wide opened and followed on what he was creating. His lips murmured something alien like and, saying the truth, it was actually only murmuring...Nothing more.

This was again one of those moments, when his thoughts were all in the same loudness, making it completely impossible for him to understand them. His head was in huge pain also, but it had been so long, when he actually was effected by these pain. The boy had learned to ignore them. A bit further a crashed plain could be seen. By crashed, it was meant, that it was crashed into pieces. Nothing of passengers were left, only red swirls, the same White was now making in snow, could be seen. Inside in the remains of the plain, if looked, could be find completely mutilated bodies, that more resembled red mass of meat, then actual humans.

The reason why White did these things, was in hope to regain any thoughts. Or, to put it better, to make some thoughts louder, then others. In shame, it worked only for a moment and now the swirling motion was only a echo of a actual thought. Red blood started to come from his eyes, as the male cried. It was always blood, when he cried. Upon falling on snow, it started to sizzle and smell like some strong acid or anything of that nature.

Tue Mar 17, 2015 12:53 pm

“Quiet down!”

The words, harsh and backed with power, slammed in to the boy’s mind like a wrecking ball in to a building. Drowning out all other thoughts in his head by sheer volume, the voice seemed to have no source as of this moment. However, within seconds a green circle, pulsating with the power of a certain arrancar appeared a mere twenty meters from White, crackling steadily as it stabilized itself. The connected spacial rift, bending space to connect two far away points to one another, might not have been known to the boy as its user didn’t use it too often. However, White had now caught the eye of the creator of this technique, and now she was coming to him. Mere moments after the portal had formed, a being stepped forth from its depths.

The bright bubblegum pink hair of the arrancar went all the way down to the center of her back, brown eyes boring in to the one before her. Pale skin covered her body, a seemingly permanent frown on her face as she took in his appearance. Wearing a simple uniform for the masked knights, her hands folded beneath her chest as she glared at the boy playing in the snow. Her mouth did not move, but her words still reached the one before her, disdain clear even over her telepathic connection.

“Learn to quiet your mind or I will do it for you, forcefully!”

With those words spoken, Kor-tatha let her psychic presence free, the energies of her mind boring down on the mind of the boy before her like an elephant trampling over a paralyzed child. The pain his thoughts gave him would likely feel like a mild irritant compared to the pressure put upon her by the arrancar before her, and the male would likely find it difficult to focus, though not entirely impossible. The portal that she had created before winked out of existence as she no longer focused on maintaining it, her focus now upon the one before her, the one she couldn’t quite understand.

Tue Mar 17, 2015 1:57 pm

A voice, not painful, but surely louder, then others, spoke in quite blunt tone, that reminded him no one pleasant. What these thoughts would be doing in his head, White had no idea, but it allowed something wonderful, to concentrate. The volume in which the voice spoke, created a echo, that made a thought or two louder. What should be noted, the Arrancar would find out, that infesting in his mind was way more harder, then his weak willed actions would show. Actually, when it was necessary, White Eye was always able to oppress these voices, making his head something of a irritating buzzing. By sacrificing large portion of his natural focus, other will skills were quite high, generally called advanced.

The boys red eyes shifted at the Masked Knights direction and a pure, thankful smile bloomed on his face.
"Thank You!" Was all he said, viewing the girls body from the up to down. If Kor-Tatha could see from his perspective, then she would learn, that he was able to see through her clothes, skin, muscles, bones and so on and on, until being able to see literately right through her. If listening to the male thoughts, then now six voices were stronger, then others. One or two were completely logical. White thought, that this person probably is from ShadowFall and the other thought suggested, that she can probably read minds, if he heard her in his head. Then there were thoughts, that made less sense. One thoughts was wandering how much cotton candy could be made out of her pink hair and another one suggested, that White haven't finished his pretty eye collection. The last thought did made the least sense, how many spoons of sand would go in her ear?

When the female again spoke in his head, she sounded quite hostile and feeling of being threaten started to lurk and swirl. Then a massive pressure was made to his mind, but it quickly faded to a minor head ache and nothing more. Comparing it to the head aches he usually have day-by-day basics, this was even nothing for him. Still, the Grand Duke understood, what she was attempting to do and with the polite, small smile, he asked.
"I am grateful for the help, but could you stop hurting me!? It is irritating." Just as it was, he told. Slowly a smell of blood got stronger and again, if Kor-Tatha noticed in his thoughts, she would find out, that the male had activated his Ksetra Pari. No hostile intends were loud enough in his head, but better safe, then sorry.

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