Post by Luto Esperanza on Apr 22, 2011 17:49:00 GMT -5
For hours the Primera was sitting in the corner of his giant box. The corner of this box was what Luto decided on the name, "chill zone." Weird as it may be, chill did not mean cold, he learned it from snooping on the humans in the modern day. Anyways, the living area in the corner was fancied with the aspect of having the bar in close proximity to the area. On which Luto was sitting was a comfortable, white with a black outline, chair. The cushion on this seat was a foot high with as much fluff as one could handle to make it all the more comfortable. His feet were not on his white floor. His bare feet were on the glass coffee table with a black outline, where he had his drink. Inside the big glass mug was some of the old XXX ale from his days in the 19th century, when he was alive. In the espada's right hand was a lit cigar, he was holding this and exhaling the previous smoke he swished in his mouth.
Simply awaiting his fraccion to get back from whatever she was doing. He was awaiting to train her, make her stronger. No reason having a weak fraccion is there? Taking some more of the cigar smoke he swished it around for the taste, and exhaled once more. The smoke rose to the extremely high ceiling of his chambers where it gathered and 'hung out' with the rest of its smoke buddies. Luto sunk into his chair and took a sip of his ale, When is she getting back! Where is she? he thought in annoyance. Brushing his midnight black hair out of his bright green eyes, he blinked and then shut his eyelids half way in boredom. Hopefully Daisy would come back, or maybe some psychopath will run in and challenge the Drunken God.
Not having met most of the people in Las Noches, because most of them were pitiful weaklings, the Primera had not idea had the gusto to challenge him. Maybe if one of the children attempted to he could make it interesting, some type of repercussion perhaps, fighting with something on the line would prove to be a little more fun, but not enough if he could simply shoot a cero or bala and eliminate them once and for all... He would have to remember to add some fighting restrictions too, to make it more fun. Now I'm all giddy for some idiot to challenge me. he chuckled at his own thoughts and stared at the door. Sip of ale, puff of smoke, all he had to do... was wait.
Words - 444 - 8 GP [8]
Simply awaiting his fraccion to get back from whatever she was doing. He was awaiting to train her, make her stronger. No reason having a weak fraccion is there? Taking some more of the cigar smoke he swished it around for the taste, and exhaled once more. The smoke rose to the extremely high ceiling of his chambers where it gathered and 'hung out' with the rest of its smoke buddies. Luto sunk into his chair and took a sip of his ale, When is she getting back! Where is she? he thought in annoyance. Brushing his midnight black hair out of his bright green eyes, he blinked and then shut his eyelids half way in boredom. Hopefully Daisy would come back, or maybe some psychopath will run in and challenge the Drunken God.
Not having met most of the people in Las Noches, because most of them were pitiful weaklings, the Primera had not idea had the gusto to challenge him. Maybe if one of the children attempted to he could make it interesting, some type of repercussion perhaps, fighting with something on the line would prove to be a little more fun, but not enough if he could simply shoot a cero or bala and eliminate them once and for all... He would have to remember to add some fighting restrictions too, to make it more fun. Now I'm all giddy for some idiot to challenge me. he chuckled at his own thoughts and stared at the door. Sip of ale, puff of smoke, all he had to do... was wait.
Words - 444 - 8 GP [8]