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Sat Oct 31, 2015 7:26 pm
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A concept that many applied - to Yukiko, it was the place that she had hidden in for the last three years. No prescence had graced her here. She does not know why, but nobody can find this place, unless they are looking specifically for it in some capacity. But even then, not many people make it past the intense cold that greets them. If anything, she was well and truly alone here. She didn't need no substance, which was fine. So she could concentrate herself on returning her balance. For example, she knew she lost some of her power, after all that event had screwed with most of her abilities. So it was fine to experience a loss of power, on some level.
Yet it irritated her.
In a way, she wished that her power hadn't tappered away like that. She thirsted to fight something or someone, in order to provide an edge to her combatitive ability. Perhaps she should have kidnapped another arrancar before coming here. Well, it was of no matter, as she took in a deep breath, and closed her eyes. The wash of the cold air on her skin was welcome, soothing the scorching heat she created by herself. It was nice, as her shape moved gently through the air. Another flick of her wrist, and ice formed. Scattering the ice, she brought them to bear and then flicked her wrist upwards once more. Easily, slowly, perfectly returning her former fluidity to her movements.
It still wasn't perfect, but she was getting there.
And then something was odd. The crystals let out a wave she felt - and yet it wasn't defined. How strange for this to happen. Her eyes narrowed, as the crystals kept echoing such a feeling back and forth towards her. The arrancar let out a soft sigh, and picked up her sealed zanpakto, knowing that the only path within the crystals let to the enclave she was practicing in. Perhaps, whomever had somehow ended up here - but how past the freezing cold, and the sharp torrents, and the spires of crystal that moved and changed every second, was the question - would come forward towards her. It was the nature of things, she was quite sure. And perhaps then, Yukiko would be able to have a few moments.
A few moments away from boredom, that is.
A concept that many applied - to Yukiko, it was the place that she had hidden in for the last three years. No prescence had graced her here. She does not know why, but nobody can find this place, unless they are looking specifically for it in some capacity. But even then, not many people make it past the intense cold that greets them. If anything, she was well and truly alone here. She didn't need no substance, which was fine. So she could concentrate herself on returning her balance. For example, she knew she lost some of her power, after all that event had screwed with most of her abilities. So it was fine to experience a loss of power, on some level.
Yet it irritated her.
In a way, she wished that her power hadn't tappered away like that. She thirsted to fight something or someone, in order to provide an edge to her combatitive ability. Perhaps she should have kidnapped another arrancar before coming here. Well, it was of no matter, as she took in a deep breath, and closed her eyes. The wash of the cold air on her skin was welcome, soothing the scorching heat she created by herself. It was nice, as her shape moved gently through the air. Another flick of her wrist, and ice formed. Scattering the ice, she brought them to bear and then flicked her wrist upwards once more. Easily, slowly, perfectly returning her former fluidity to her movements.
It still wasn't perfect, but she was getting there.
And then something was odd. The crystals let out a wave she felt - and yet it wasn't defined. How strange for this to happen. Her eyes narrowed, as the crystals kept echoing such a feeling back and forth towards her. The arrancar let out a soft sigh, and picked up her sealed zanpakto, knowing that the only path within the crystals let to the enclave she was practicing in. Perhaps, whomever had somehow ended up here - but how past the freezing cold, and the sharp torrents, and the spires of crystal that moved and changed every second, was the question - would come forward towards her. It was the nature of things, she was quite sure. And perhaps then, Yukiko would be able to have a few moments.
A few moments away from boredom, that is.
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