Post by Emilia Kidachi on Dec 23, 2014 21:21:37 GMT -5
It felt nice to have a purpose. To no longer be floundering about while others race by. Instead of one of those side characters always forgotten, Emilia was on her way to being a someone—to doing things that would shape the world in one way.
Hopefully, shape it for the better.
Truth’s visit had left her feeling rejuvenated and ready to take on the world, though at the same time it was humbling. It had been her second experience with one of those higher beings—the first obviously being Severance—but it was the first time it had left a good taste in her mouth. It was only through “logical” thinking that Emilia decided there were two sort of end games:
The happy ends and the dead ends.
Truth was a happy end. He had completed, or done, something that had resolved all of his issues. He had become a higher being through some sort of completion or acceptance.
Severance was a dead end. She had failed to complete, or do, something and was thus destined to die. She had become a higher being through tragedy or denial and, in doing so, became something wicked and unstable.
Truly, this was the only answer to that sort of nonsense.
But what would she do with this knowledge? It was one thing to know something, but another to put that knowledge into practice. Those sort of thoughts had plagued her the night before. They twisted into her mind, stroking every creative vein in her left brain in desperate hope for a “Eureka!” moment.
The moment didn’t come until she had lazily rolled from the stiff mattress she had been sleeping on for a few days now. The idea was very simple—almost naïve in concept: Fix what’s broken and patch what will break. This was her purpose in coming to this dimension. This was why she was destined to come here and meet with Truth and Severance.
She would reroute all dead ends in hopes of a happy end for as many people as possible. She would look into the eyes of those about the break and give them solace, like Truth had done for her.
Of course, it was easier said than done and definitely impossible for someone as small and out of place as her. It would be a long road—one she needed to grit her teeth and trudge through without complaints. But it would be worth it in the end.
Surprisingly, it was with this new purpose that she had found herself to be happier and even accepted her wolves as her partners once more. Though, she still held a certain arrogance when it came to their opinions, as she didn’t take kindly to the irrational responses that had come from some of them
You’re acting like a child. Wakiza had scoffed.
That’s not how it works. Tohopka had shook his head.
You can’t seriously think that’ll work, right? Cheveyo had whimpered.
On and on their disbelief came in until Emilia had decided to just shake her head and say: “I didn’t expect you guys to understand anyway.” A lie, of course, but she wasn’t put off by their hesitance. Instead, she viewed it as her first obstacle to overcome.
But first, breakfast.
Wakiza had recently become her companion during her trips out into the Seireitei, as he apparently felt more at home in this place. So he was the one who walked at her side when she left Ezekiel’s laboratory.
Tall, slender, and almost regal in appearance, Wakiza was definitely the more prestigious looking wolves. His black fur fell perfectly flat on his defined body, looking like a black cape that was neither long nor short. Tucked against his side were a pair of wings, each one of them a burning red on their tips. While flight was something he was obviously capable of, he very rarely used the wings.
It was probably his fault they were noticed in the first place, or really awful luck on Emilia’s part. At any rate, she and her companion were stopped before they could even make it to the kitchen.
“Who are you?” The Shinigami had raised his eyebrows, glancing towards the wolf that was obviously a manifestation of her Zanpakutō. That only was enough to feign her being a skilled warrior, and probably enough to make it seem like she belonged here up until now.
“Zannia,” she responded without any sign of unease. Opting to use her true name, as opposed to her given name Emilia, was a good way to make sure her name wasn’t recognized by anyone who had known of her stay in Las Noches. “I’m studying under Ezekiel.”
The name drop earned another impressed gaze, but didn’t seem to make him budge any. “Really? Are you a Shinigami?”
“Well, no, but Ezekiel gave me clearance to be here.”
“Can you prove that?”
“Just call him and he’ll back me up!”
“I’m sure,” this person clearly was having no bullshit today. It was impressive to see a Shinigami so diligent, actually. “We’re going to the Second for questioning.”
Her mouth literally fell open at the sheer audacity of this man. She had been here for a week or so now and only just now she was getting called out on her shit? If there was ever a time she needed Ezekiel to appear from out of nowhere, now would be it.
Sadly, her fairytale ending didn’t happen. Following Mr. StickUpHisAss without any protest, Emilia soon found herself waiting in a surprisingly welcoming interrogation room. With bright lighting and a decently clean table in front of her, she could only wonder what she had done to earn such a nice room.
Part of her churned at the thought of the higher ups knowing who she was. A sinking feeling that maybe Rania or Ezekiel had ratted her out and now she was in for some serious questioning about why she was here. The thought was enough to make her shift in her seat uncomfortably.
No need to get anxious, Wakiza spoke into her mind as he sat beside her, his back straight and eyes attentive on the door in front of them.
I’m not. Unprepared is the better word.
There’s very little chance anyone here is smart enough to even figure out who we are. They’ll probably take one look at you and send you on your way to Rukongai.
That’s… Surprisingly coherent. Did you bump your head?
Their conversation was cut short by the sound of the door latch clicking open and the soft creak of the hinges.
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Hopefully, shape it for the better.
Truth’s visit had left her feeling rejuvenated and ready to take on the world, though at the same time it was humbling. It had been her second experience with one of those higher beings—the first obviously being Severance—but it was the first time it had left a good taste in her mouth. It was only through “logical” thinking that Emilia decided there were two sort of end games:
The happy ends and the dead ends.
Truth was a happy end. He had completed, or done, something that had resolved all of his issues. He had become a higher being through some sort of completion or acceptance.
Severance was a dead end. She had failed to complete, or do, something and was thus destined to die. She had become a higher being through tragedy or denial and, in doing so, became something wicked and unstable.
Truly, this was the only answer to that sort of nonsense.
But what would she do with this knowledge? It was one thing to know something, but another to put that knowledge into practice. Those sort of thoughts had plagued her the night before. They twisted into her mind, stroking every creative vein in her left brain in desperate hope for a “Eureka!” moment.
The moment didn’t come until she had lazily rolled from the stiff mattress she had been sleeping on for a few days now. The idea was very simple—almost naïve in concept: Fix what’s broken and patch what will break. This was her purpose in coming to this dimension. This was why she was destined to come here and meet with Truth and Severance.
She would reroute all dead ends in hopes of a happy end for as many people as possible. She would look into the eyes of those about the break and give them solace, like Truth had done for her.
Of course, it was easier said than done and definitely impossible for someone as small and out of place as her. It would be a long road—one she needed to grit her teeth and trudge through without complaints. But it would be worth it in the end.
Surprisingly, it was with this new purpose that she had found herself to be happier and even accepted her wolves as her partners once more. Though, she still held a certain arrogance when it came to their opinions, as she didn’t take kindly to the irrational responses that had come from some of them
You’re acting like a child. Wakiza had scoffed.
That’s not how it works. Tohopka had shook his head.
You can’t seriously think that’ll work, right? Cheveyo had whimpered.
On and on their disbelief came in until Emilia had decided to just shake her head and say: “I didn’t expect you guys to understand anyway.” A lie, of course, but she wasn’t put off by their hesitance. Instead, she viewed it as her first obstacle to overcome.
But first, breakfast.
Wakiza had recently become her companion during her trips out into the Seireitei, as he apparently felt more at home in this place. So he was the one who walked at her side when she left Ezekiel’s laboratory.
Tall, slender, and almost regal in appearance, Wakiza was definitely the more prestigious looking wolves. His black fur fell perfectly flat on his defined body, looking like a black cape that was neither long nor short. Tucked against his side were a pair of wings, each one of them a burning red on their tips. While flight was something he was obviously capable of, he very rarely used the wings.
It was probably his fault they were noticed in the first place, or really awful luck on Emilia’s part. At any rate, she and her companion were stopped before they could even make it to the kitchen.
“Who are you?” The Shinigami had raised his eyebrows, glancing towards the wolf that was obviously a manifestation of her Zanpakutō. That only was enough to feign her being a skilled warrior, and probably enough to make it seem like she belonged here up until now.
“Zannia,” she responded without any sign of unease. Opting to use her true name, as opposed to her given name Emilia, was a good way to make sure her name wasn’t recognized by anyone who had known of her stay in Las Noches. “I’m studying under Ezekiel.”
The name drop earned another impressed gaze, but didn’t seem to make him budge any. “Really? Are you a Shinigami?”
“Well, no, but Ezekiel gave me clearance to be here.”
“Can you prove that?”
“Just call him and he’ll back me up!”
“I’m sure,” this person clearly was having no bullshit today. It was impressive to see a Shinigami so diligent, actually. “We’re going to the Second for questioning.”
Her mouth literally fell open at the sheer audacity of this man. She had been here for a week or so now and only just now she was getting called out on her shit? If there was ever a time she needed Ezekiel to appear from out of nowhere, now would be it.
Sadly, her fairytale ending didn’t happen. Following Mr. StickUpHisAss without any protest, Emilia soon found herself waiting in a surprisingly welcoming interrogation room. With bright lighting and a decently clean table in front of her, she could only wonder what she had done to earn such a nice room.
Part of her churned at the thought of the higher ups knowing who she was. A sinking feeling that maybe Rania or Ezekiel had ratted her out and now she was in for some serious questioning about why she was here. The thought was enough to make her shift in her seat uncomfortably.
No need to get anxious, Wakiza spoke into her mind as he sat beside her, his back straight and eyes attentive on the door in front of them.
I’m not. Unprepared is the better word.
There’s very little chance anyone here is smart enough to even figure out who we are. They’ll probably take one look at you and send you on your way to Rukongai.
That’s… Surprisingly coherent. Did you bump your head?
Their conversation was cut short by the sound of the door latch clicking open and the soft creak of the hinges.
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