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Life and Smokescreens
Sun Feb 28, 2021 12:13 pm
THE ONE SOUL ARRANCAR
Artist: SilvaGunner - Song: Hip Shop
A swirling vortex opened in the heart of Denmark, a man with a black cape and dark hair emerged from it. His skin dark like milk chocolate. Eyes of a dark blue, almost like the night sky. His gaze was calm and stoic as he looked over the city. He had a menacing air about him, but no lust or hunger came from this Arrancar. He was scouting out locations, places to potentially begin building.
Hueco Mundo wouldn't do it, it was unsafe and sentient Hollows couldn't survive there. Still, his information network was low at the moment. Nonexistent was the better term for it. He didn't know the scope of the world or the place around him.
Obviously, humanity and earth had come a long way since four thousand years ago. This place was a chance, to begin making goodwill with the people here. The Quincy he'd learned of in America didn't like his kind. Some said they tried exterminating them.
Extending a hand in friendship to be shot would be unwise. So he decided to pick a location further away from their web. Resources and power, things he lacked utterly. Influence and resources were problems, he could build things of the old world.
His stare was one that seemed intently focused, trying to find a way to begin. Denmark was the place, it had taken some time to learn the countries of the World of Man's new names. Power wouldn't help him secure anything, not here.
Dictators die in the end, so that wasn't the way forward. He'd need to produce influence, by starting from scratch here in this world. That was the pathway forward.
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