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Making Friends Everywhere We Go [Closed||Mortifero||No Rating Yet] Apr 20, 2011 7:25:00 GMT -5

Post by Kamui on Apr 20, 2011 7:25:00 GMT -5

Gareki was still feeling like a stranger when walking down the corridors of Las Noches, always lost to the same looking walls and staircases. Although he was currently looking for his own quarters, that have only been recently assigned to him due to his ascension to the rank of the Sexto Espada, it was as if he was looking for someone else's room, for nothing looked in any way familiar to him. You'd think that as the Sexto, he would have memorised the whole layout of the white Castle, and as such, find his way around with his eyes closed. But that was far from reality. In fact, being the Sexto was a pain, as everyone he ever talked with, have been friends with or he knew was suddenly afraid of him and he no longer was a part of the crowd, and instead, he simply stood out ever so painfully. It's as if his personality was supposed to change instantly because of the sudden rise of power, but of course, this was not even close to what happened. What truly happened was that Gareki became lonely and thus, came to be a little sulky at the fact that there was literally nothing to do and that everyone was alienating him... and so he decided that he really needed some new associates and quickly, although none to be found. It wasn't like he could just snap his fingers and Arrancars would appear left and right... in fact due to the recent rumours circling around, ones about a rebellion that's about to take place, everyone was more guarded than ever and making friends has just become so much harder. Although the rumours did bother him greatly as well, since something big was about to go down and only recently he had been thrown into his Espada Position - it would be a shame to lose it so quickly.

Still, it wasn't making friends that was on his mind, when he wound up in another unfamiliar looking room, with its bare white walls and a cold, marble floor. "God I hate the person who designed these rooms" Gareki muttered to himself, smiling a little as he continued to walk, passing through yet another arch, walking down yet another staircase and opening yet another door. "This is just stupid" he growled, pushing past another wooden frame, only to find himself in a very similarly designed room. This was it and he knew it. Anger flaring in his eyes, the young Arrancar came up to the nearest wall, laid his fist against it, took a step back, then sent a might punch smashing through the wall, causing a big hole to emerge. Behind it was the sky... "Shit" he muttered to himself, and quickly ran through the door he previously opened. Then with a shifty look on his face, and a little grin spread on his lips, he began looking around for his quarters again, whilst brushing off the dust that has settled on his clothes from having crashed through the wall... If only he had a map.

Hoping that he would find something or someone that could aid him in this crazy quest to find his room. Maybe fate had something in store for him, perhaps an Arrancar or two to help their brother complete this magical journey. He could definitely make millions on this kind of adventure by writing a book or two, then making a film - Gareki and the Unfindable Room... hm, was 'Unfindable' a word? Either way, it would certainly sell. He could just see himself, swimming in human money. Living the life... and maybe then, he would remember where his room was exactly.

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Making Friends Everywhere We Go [Closed||Mortifero||No Rating Yet] Apr 23, 2011 6:42:00 GMT -5

Post by Mortifero on Apr 23, 2011 6:42:00 GMT -5

It was strange, but Mortifero found himself a bit more wary of others as of late. It could be just baseline paranoia that somehow managed to push through his logical mind, or it had something to do with his encounter with the Primera and it's crippling aftermath. Remaining silent, since then, had been his key objective, as well as remaining out of sight and out of mind. Having another mix up like with Luto would more then likely kill him and he wasn't exactly keen on such an experience. However, bad habits died hard and he found himself wandering the corridors once again. This time, however, he remained vigilant of others, avoiding those far stronger then himself if he could. One person in particular, or two actually, Riren and Siria Sol. He did not avoid then because he thought he might anger them, he avoided them because he did not wish to create conflict between the Tercera and Primera Espada. For one Espada to attack the Fraccion of another was almost as close as declaring war. For this, he had remained hidden from his Mistresses, and had done a might fine job of it thus far.

To help with hiding this, he had also made an addition to his uniform. Anyone who knew him would find it puzzling for the change, but those who didn't would even notice. Draped over his left shoulder, hiding his left side down to his thigh was a white sort of cape like cloth. As of now, only two people knew what lay beneath, himself and Luto the Primera. This made the injury less obvious, but messed up the symmetry of his uniform, which bothered him somewhat.

His usually walk did not last long, only being gone for an hour or so and Mortifero was already turning back. It was strange how one encounter could change how the mind processed everything. His steps were quicker then usual, perhaps because he had a desired destination, or it came back to the low-lying paranoia. With the entire complex mapped out in his head, he easily found the shortest route to his room and moved to it. He was almost there when he turned a corner, running right into someone. Mortifero stumbled back a bit before getting a good look at the being whom he had hit. Sure enough, it was exactly the type of Arrancar he did not want to be near, an Espada and the Sexto non-the-less.

"My apologies Gareki-sama. I should have paid more attention," He spoke in his usual monotoned voice, quickly wiping away the mild look of surprise that had sprung upon his face upon realizing who it was he now interacting with. He reached up, sliding his fingers through his hair, pushing back a few locks that had fallen free from his sudden stop before examining the Arrancar. He was the same height as Mortifero, hair the same color and their eyes merely different shades of gold. Looking at the two of them, you could almost say they were brothers, aside form the dark ash colored skin the Mortifero possessed. The two of them had never interacted before personally, though he had heard of the Sexto. A deceptive and manipulative person, lying came second nature to him. He had been a Numeros while back, Mortifero had not fallen under the command of Riren and Siria just yet. Even then, the Arrancar had used others for his own personal gain. However, it seemed to have work for him as here he was now, an Espada, his training had payed off.

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Post by Kamui on Apr 20, 2011 7:25:00 GMT -5

Post by Mortifero on Apr 23, 2011 6:42:00 GMT -5

Welcome!