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Searching for the Lost Astillon (Private: Arianda/Kitarune)
Fri Jan 31, 2020 1:13 am
Song: Funkyard - By: Arrowhead & Zentra - Word Count: N/A
How long had Ari been searching? A year, two years? She couldn't really say the length of time for which her search had gone. Honestly, she truly did not care. Did Ari have any idea who Henrex's sister was? Only from what she had been able to get out of Henrex; who had wholly given up on searching for her due to their link being severed in some way. Arianda chose to never believe she was dead for one second. Why would she? If she had died as a human, 800 some years ago, and then came back; there was a very good chance she was alive and well. After all, if Henrex could have survived this long, Arianda was completely certain Kitarune was alive as well. After that came the matter of searching for her. Something COMPLETELY different from having a strong feeling she was alive.
Unfortunately for Ari, her search was heavily limited due to her previous alignments and inability to access certain areas. However, that did not stop Ari as she scoured as many places as possible; attempting to find Henrex's sister. Albeit, trying to find her was a task far harder than anticipated in certain situations. Especially when it came to a demon trying to search for a woman didn't always go well. It either ended in complete and total udder rejection at the door or even being chased away. However, she didn't stop trying. And, eventually, something lead Arianda to the Wastelands in search of Henrex's sister. Frankly, it was her favorite place to wander, always has been; especially since the emptiness speaks to Ari in ways that she cannot understand. Maybe being alone in a place like this was somehow calming to her. Whatever the case, she wandered and searched.
Nothing. There was a lot of that. Wastelands tend to have an abundance of one big stinking pile of nothing. That's the only thought that occupied Ari's mind as she did her best to search the nothingness that was the Wastelands. However, something caught her attention. A source of energy; a presence. A being that definitely felt like a Shinigami, but something was off... It's like there was another presence upon the first. Arianda truly could not place it, but whatever the presence was, that source of energy, it was best to check it out just in case; just in case that presence could be exactly who Ari is looking for. However, the chances of that are quite finite. Unless, of course, fate decides to play its hand.
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Re: Searching for the Lost Astillon (Private: Arianda/Kitarune)
Fri Jan 31, 2020 5:24 pm
DAUGHTER OF THE MOUNTAIN
Artist: NieR: Automata - Song: Weight of the World
Exhausted.
Hollows always seemed to appear at every moment she tried to rest, and it seemed like she'd never get a chance to breathe and relax -- until now. After so many encounters, she had finally managed to get to a point where she could rest, and there she sat, at the foot of a demolished, age-old building, taking a drink from her canteen as she brushed off the dust and dirt from her jacket, sweater, and skirt.
Sighing softly, she leaned back against the building. Maybe this was all just a bad idea, trying to find her brother. Maybe it was hopeless, and she was just chasing an impossible dream. Maybe he was dead, and she was wasting her time trying to look.
...
No.
She couldn't let that thought process take over. He was alive, and there was no doubt in her rational mind about that. She would find him, even if it meant she had to travel to the ends of the Earth and slaughter every last Hollow, god, or demon that got in her way. She knew he was alive -- she could feel it. She had already come so far to do so, and she wasn't going to give up now.
...she couldn't.
He meant too much for her to give up now.
The woman rose to her feet, groaning quietly as she stretched, hearing several joints and bones cracking and popping at the movements after what felt like hours of rest. She picked up her canteen, closed it, and slid it into her backpack as she picked up her Zanpakuto, already and still in Shikai, hoisting the pack over her shoulder as she started moving again. She still had a lot of ground to cover, and the feeling of her brother being present in the world was still small.
As long as the possibility was there, the connection that she could feel between them that she hadn't felt since in the Rukongai and since her death, there wouldn't be anything that could deter her.
And so, she continued onward.
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