Post by Eve Avana on Nov 11, 2013 19:51:16 GMT -5
Feeling just a little bit like she was walking on top of the world, Amaya slipped into the first room she saw. She didn't even need to give her name or rank to the two guards in front of the door--they just assumed she was legit. She mentally laughed at the simplicity of the entire situation. The Shinigami were nothing more than one big joke.
But, she might as well play the part to the best of her ability now. Especially considering she would probably get her head sliced off if anyone caught her. So with that sombering thought in mind, Amaya closed the door behind her and regarded the woman at the table, hands snugly cuffed to the legs of it. Amaya tilted her head and made her way to the opposite side of the table and just looked over the woman quietly, cold eyes taking in every ridiculous feature of the troublemaker. It was a good thing she was generally a serious person, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to fight off a fit of giggles.
Still silent, she took in the room and noted the two Shinigami lazily leaning against the back corners of the room. They looked half asleep and one of them seemed to be on the losing end of his battle with sleep. Such laziness would mean the death of them if they were among the Arrancar. Not that it really mattered because for this moment she was a Shinigami and this was to be expected, she assumed, so she made no effort to jolt them awake. Though how they thought the walls were comfortable were beyond her. The paint and drywall of the room was chipped and moldy with water stains running down the northern wall. It looked like if she touched it too hard the entire frame would fall over. That being said, the floor didn't seem to be in any better condition than the walls. She lifted her weight off her feet and shifted her weight apart. She didn't feel like falling through the floor.
She rolled her shoulders and sighed, finally giving the captured woman her attention. She blinked once before she asked the most obvious question that came to mind. "Who are you?"
[374. 7 GP]
But, she might as well play the part to the best of her ability now. Especially considering she would probably get her head sliced off if anyone caught her. So with that sombering thought in mind, Amaya closed the door behind her and regarded the woman at the table, hands snugly cuffed to the legs of it. Amaya tilted her head and made her way to the opposite side of the table and just looked over the woman quietly, cold eyes taking in every ridiculous feature of the troublemaker. It was a good thing she was generally a serious person, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to fight off a fit of giggles.
Still silent, she took in the room and noted the two Shinigami lazily leaning against the back corners of the room. They looked half asleep and one of them seemed to be on the losing end of his battle with sleep. Such laziness would mean the death of them if they were among the Arrancar. Not that it really mattered because for this moment she was a Shinigami and this was to be expected, she assumed, so she made no effort to jolt them awake. Though how they thought the walls were comfortable were beyond her. The paint and drywall of the room was chipped and moldy with water stains running down the northern wall. It looked like if she touched it too hard the entire frame would fall over. That being said, the floor didn't seem to be in any better condition than the walls. She lifted her weight off her feet and shifted her weight apart. She didn't feel like falling through the floor.
She rolled her shoulders and sighed, finally giving the captured woman her attention. She blinked once before she asked the most obvious question that came to mind. "Who are you?"
[374. 7 GP]