Post by Tadaaki on Jan 17, 2015 16:38:03 GMT -5
Mazeura had no idea whose castle he was about to walk into, but it sure felt like home. After all the walking he had done to get there, it better be. To be fair, he had actually made pretty good use of little road trip, and the sparse hollows that had attacked him on the way. He had started to get used to his new body, and had even remembered some of his natural abilities such as hierro, sonido, and cero, and had also gotten in some practice with his scythe and chains. Perhaps most importantly he had chosen a name for himself. Well, really it was more like a name popped into his head that he liked the sound of, and he had decided he would use it from there on out. When he found whoever owned this castle, he would introduce himself as Mazeura Viggo.
“Hold.” But first he had to get past the battle-ax wielding arrancar standing in his way. “Who are you? And what business do you have here?” Mazeura looked down at the guard. The man was relatively large in his own right, but Mazeura still stood head and shoulders above him. He was also clothed in a white coat and Hakama, while Mazeura was still wearing his chainmail clothing, though he had shortened the sleeves to make it more comfortable, and he had also added a kind of thick belt in which he kept the four foot long scythe which was his Zanpakuto.
“My name is Mazeura Viggo. I think I live here.” It probably sounded like complete crap from the guard’s perspective, but it was the only thing he knew to say.
“Never heard of you. Leave.” He responded while bringing up his battle ax. Despite the difference in size the man didn’t seem intimidated. That was probably wise on his part, considering Mazeura had been the largest man and the Espada meeting, and also the weakest. However, despite his appearance Mazeura could smell the cowardice in his soul. He was able to stand tall to someone he thought he could beat, but he wouldn’t be too difficult to scare away if he were made to understand that this was a fight he couldn’t win.
Realizing he probably wasn’t going to be able to talk his way past his guard, and not wanting to introduce himself to the master of the castle as “the guy that killed one of your men” Mazeura decided to try a more active intimidation tactic. When the guard felt the full force of Mazeura’s reiatsu being released, he immediately took a step back. Being the fraccion of Souta, he was used to feeling much denser spiritual pressure than that so he wasn’t really affected by it, however he could still tell that it was about double his own.
“I mean go right ahead. Welcome home.” He said as he stood to the side, still impressively standing tall and straight, keeping the appearance of a dutiful guard. Well, other than the perceived intruder that was walking right past him that is.
Once inside the castle he began to look around. It certainly all seemed familiar, but he no longer felt pulled in any particular direction. Deciding the best course of action would be to find the ruler of the castle, Mazeura opened up his pesquisa as wide as he could, and quickly found the largest reiatsu signature by far. It was a safe bet that that was who he was looking for. Not wanting to be completely unannounced he released his own reiatsu, and sent it toward his target. It wasn’t the kind of intimidating pressure he had used on the guard however, more of a soft greeting. A simple “knock knock I’m coming in” instead of “you don’t wanna mess with this.”
Unfortunately it must have been more intimidating than he meant it to be, because as soon as he opened the door his head was met with a bala. Caught by surprise, and a decent amount of concussive force, Mazeura’s head shot back. He stayed like that for a moment, surprised by the greeting, then blinked twice, and slowly brought his completely undamaged head back down to stare at his attacker.
He had the appearance of a boy, and wore white clothes; a coat over a black shirt, hakama held up by a black belt, and boots. He had short, blonde hair, and another bala in his hand. What Mazeura found interesting though was his face. Defiance, and anger, masking fear. Behind him, were three girls looking on in fear, one of which was yelling “brother get out of the way.” The other two were dressed like maids, but that one wore what could only be called rags, and clutched the same uniform tightly in her hands. It wasn’t hard to figure out that he had just brought her here, probably looking for protection from the room’s other occupant, a blue haired arrancar sitting in a throne watching the display as if simply waiting for himself to burst out laughing. That was definitely the guy in charge.
“I…” he started. His fear was palpable, but he was getting the best of it. “I won’t let you hurt my master! Or anyone here!” With that rather misguided proclamation the boy threw the other bala, this time aiming at his chest. Mazeura didn’t even bother to move. The bala shattered against his chest like a snowball against a mountain.
“Good shot.” He complimented, and a second later his belt came to life. The chain extended from behind him, almost like a tail, and wrapped the poor boy up before he could even try to react. Ignoring the panicked screams of his sister Mazeura brought the boy close to his face, and sniffed him.
“Protective. Honest. Loyal. Very brave. Determined. But also foolish.” He said coldly. “Compare your power to mine.” He said as he again released the full extent of his power. “Now compare mine to his. Now please explain to me the logic behind you protecting him from me?”
For some reason the lad was unable to give him anymore of a response than a glare. He was probably realizing his own stupidity, and/or the distinct possibility of him dying within the next five seconds. Mazeura thought about that. The boy had attacked him. Did that warrant retribution? Then again, he hadn’t done any harm, and he had only tried to because of a misunderstanding. Really the whole thing was more Mazeura’s fault than the boy’s. Besides, he had been serious when he asked the boy why he had done what he had done. Perhaps he would be able to answer, when he was in a better state of mind.
Mazeura’s chain lazily threw itself and the boy toward a nearby pillar, before breaking off and wrapping itself around the marble, effectively trapping the young arrancar. What remained on his side of the belt started wrapping itself back around his waist as he addressed the promisingly familiar looking man in the throne.
“I apologize if I… sent the wrong message a moment ago. My name is Mazeura Viggo. I just broke my mask very recently, and have lost all memories of my life as a hollow. However, I think I lived here. I am hoping you can tell me who I was.”
Especially considering the fact that if he didn’t recognize Mazeura, he would probably peg him as an intruder, and kill him without effort. Hopefully, his reiatsu hadn’t changed much since the last time he had met this man.
WC:1262
GP:25 [claimed]