Post by Mortifero on Apr 14, 2011 3:42:00 GMT -5
It was often found that, in most sections of Las Nochas, if one were to simply wander about, with no destination in mind, they would find the massive fortress surprisingly dull and empty. Who actually knew the number of Arrancar that resided within the dome, but of all of them, you would like the place would be more alive with work that needed seen to, or at least to sounds of battle echoing down the halls as disputes were being settled in the most basic fashion. It was this silence, and emptiness that made wandering the corridors of the place that Arrancar called home, so appealing to one in particular. Mortifero Abismo, when not being summoned by his Mistresses, Riren and Siria Sol, or being pestered by his fellow Fraccion, he would simply walk in solitude. It wasn't that he enjoyed these walks, or that he did them to soothe his fury or whatever other reasons people made up to walk around alone. He did it because it gave him a sense of familiarity, something that made him examine his existence as a being that was so broken. These thoughts were his attempts to logically understand and explain why he was the way he was.
Reason, logic, theory, hypotheses, not one of these were enough to quench Mortifero's need to know who he was, really. His life before his evolution achievement to Adjuchas, was nothing but blank pages in history. It was like he had simply just became what he was right off the bat, born a Hollow of such power. It was absurd and unfounded. It was impossible for him to simply have become an Adjuchas without some sort of past life, whether it be as Hollow or Human, his soul had come from somewhere before the creation of the persona that he now possessed. Whoever, despite this wall that he always hit, Mortifero remained indifferent about the whole thing. In the end, it did not matter how he came to be, or why, the fact was that he did exist and what mattered was what he did with that existence. So, he had decided to do... What? It was another interesting question he could ask himself, but he didn't care to even try to answer that one. The need for such information was unfounded by logic, so there was no point.
As these thoughts plagued his mind, Mortifero walked along the empty halls of Las Noches. The sound of his boots tapping against the white stone echoed, the only sound presented in the dark passage. The four coat tails on his jacket fluttered about with each step, but kept in the vicinity of were they usually laid by the force applied by his hands being in his pockets. His raven black hair was slicked back, only a few strands having fallen in his face since the last time he had slid his fingers through his hair. His eyes only half opened, as if bored or simply uncaring of everything. Even with bright gold eyes, they seemed to very lifeless, as if there was nothing at all within him, leaving him as nothing more than an empty shell meant to do was it was told. In a way that was true. He held no emotions, he was what people called, 'Heartless'. This was no weakness in his eyes, this was strength. With no heart, no emotions, meant there was nothing stopping him from doing what he had to do when he did it. This made him very reliable when it came to kill, for he did not have mercy, no compassion. If it was a threat of any kind, it died. This also tended to keep over Arrancar away from him, at least those that were of his level or weaker, even a few stronger ones. He could not be taunted, nor could he be exploited, he was merely a threat that was best avoided. So imagine his slight surprise when he heard footsteps heading in his direction. It seemed he would be having company very soon.
681 Words = 13 GP
Reason, logic, theory, hypotheses, not one of these were enough to quench Mortifero's need to know who he was, really. His life before his evolution achievement to Adjuchas, was nothing but blank pages in history. It was like he had simply just became what he was right off the bat, born a Hollow of such power. It was absurd and unfounded. It was impossible for him to simply have become an Adjuchas without some sort of past life, whether it be as Hollow or Human, his soul had come from somewhere before the creation of the persona that he now possessed. Whoever, despite this wall that he always hit, Mortifero remained indifferent about the whole thing. In the end, it did not matter how he came to be, or why, the fact was that he did exist and what mattered was what he did with that existence. So, he had decided to do... What? It was another interesting question he could ask himself, but he didn't care to even try to answer that one. The need for such information was unfounded by logic, so there was no point.
As these thoughts plagued his mind, Mortifero walked along the empty halls of Las Noches. The sound of his boots tapping against the white stone echoed, the only sound presented in the dark passage. The four coat tails on his jacket fluttered about with each step, but kept in the vicinity of were they usually laid by the force applied by his hands being in his pockets. His raven black hair was slicked back, only a few strands having fallen in his face since the last time he had slid his fingers through his hair. His eyes only half opened, as if bored or simply uncaring of everything. Even with bright gold eyes, they seemed to very lifeless, as if there was nothing at all within him, leaving him as nothing more than an empty shell meant to do was it was told. In a way that was true. He held no emotions, he was what people called, 'Heartless'. This was no weakness in his eyes, this was strength. With no heart, no emotions, meant there was nothing stopping him from doing what he had to do when he did it. This made him very reliable when it came to kill, for he did not have mercy, no compassion. If it was a threat of any kind, it died. This also tended to keep over Arrancar away from him, at least those that were of his level or weaker, even a few stronger ones. He could not be taunted, nor could he be exploited, he was merely a threat that was best avoided. So imagine his slight surprise when he heard footsteps heading in his direction. It seemed he would be having company very soon.
681 Words = 13 GP
