Post by Value on Sept 15, 2015 3:40:45 GMT -5
Las Noches had plenty of injured Arrancar to take care of.
Scraps with each other, with the Hollow of the desert, humanity and Shinigami alike. Some were fresh injuries, coming in just minutes or hours after they were inflicted. Others were old, the paranoid who hadn't trusted that this Primera would actually heal them until now. That such a strange Arrancar was Primera, even for a position that supposedly no longer contained the connotation of the strongest Arrancar under the King, had made some stay away. Months had passed, and only now were those few stepping forward. Takua had done as his position demanded, except for those few whose hearts were filled with the malicious joy that reflected where those wounds had come from.
Those he didn't heal. They got a warning instead. Exceptionally cruel Arrancar weren't regenerated, and those stopped coming long before he got to this stage. That was a rule he'd established early on and had yet to break.
There were others who came by Takua's tower that came looking to become Fraccion. The relatively reclusive Espada hadn't taken one of the underlings he had a right to, not a single one. There weren't even servants to help in his tower. All petitioners who had come were denied. Takua didn't want any Fraccion, didn't want to hold another person's life in his hands and command them. It wasn't his way. They were all told that and sent back to the barracks. Maybe some of them really thought they could serve him, maybe some of them simply wanted the power privilege that came with the station. It didn't matter.
But other than those two classes of people, Takua entertained few guests. He was relatively reclusive. His own kind was disliked, some of them even hated, and the Primera didn't feel like seeing many Arrancar apart from what his duties demanded. In turn, most of his race saw him as strange. A freak, an abnormality that had somehow risen to become the most powerful Arrancar in Las Noches. What might they have in common with a monster like him? So they stayed away, and in turn Takua made no effort to invite them. This was exactly how he preferred it, especially given his hobbies and research. His time spent on Earth was another reason for that, especially in the past few weeks. Contingency plans required time to execute well, and he had a fairly good idea that he was going to need an alternate home soon enough.
But today he was in his tower. Sewing, at least if you wanted to call it that. His fingers moved like greased lightning, flickering across the fabric. It was relaxing to him no matter how good he got or how serious the project. This was simply to pass the time, letting his hands play while his mind was busy. There was a lot to think about, and for the moment he could do nothing in his lab. Not until the last parts of data were ready to be collected. Rather than waiting down there, doing nothing to occupy himself, he was up in his private floor. Takua was crafting a dark blue qi pao. Although the fabric's colors were nothing that seared the mind, that would be hard for a blind man to do anything about. It was something of a wonder he even knew what color it was.
He had a specific person that he had in mind for the wearer of this garment, but the question was whether they would ever wear it. With luck, it wouldn't be necessary. But provisions had to be made in uncertain times, and Takua would make them.
Due to his relative isolation, he was a touch surprised when he detected someone approaching his tower. His Pequisa was always active, searching for the weight of another spiritual being. This one was just above average...just a little lower than the strength he'd been as a Fraccion of Amaya. Certainly nothing to write home about, but better than most of the Arrancar that lived in the barracks of the Castle.
And it was coming to his tower.
Even as the signature closed, Takua analyzed it. Uninjured surely, for its reiatsu was free from any sign of pain. Apprehension certainly existed though. Approaching the Primera's tower often carried with it some fear for the being that could be opposed by only one man in Las Noches at the current time. At the same time, the emotions that swirled out of this person's reiatsu were not those of a person seeking to become Fraccion. No, this person wanted something, wanted to know something. They were not coming to bend a knee.
Interesting.
Reluctantly Takua put down his needle before whisking himself down through his tower. The walls blurred past him as he sought to arrive at the bottom floor of his tower before his guest arrived. Emotion and intent flowed through him even as he did so, the approaching Arrancar unwittingly betraying themselves before they even arrived.
Takua just made it before the other person arrived at his door. His reiatsu had long been suppressed today, and not even a peep of it escaped during his dash downstairs. Now, with one long arm extended, the Primera created four tiny bala and sent them forth even as he walked more slowly to the center of the entrance hall. A single, mighty tower thrusting both above and below ground, this room only left to the outside through a single pair of heavy wooden doors...that opened as the four bala smacked gently into their inside corners. The gates to his home yawned open wide before his guest, opening on a sample of his power so subtle many in Las Noches would fail to notice the tiny bala.
He did enjoy the parts of his job that allowed him to be dramatic. The impression was often amusing.
The entrance wasn't lit but the outside was, the gloom shrouding the inside of the tower from view. The light of the false sun stretched into the darkness of the circular chamber that encompassed almost the whole first floor of his tower, illuminating the Primera waiting within. With nary a wisp of reiatsu to be felt, a single blind man stood with a patient smile on his face. After a moment his calm, almost amused voice emerged from inside, easily reaching his guest who stood outside the doors.
“May I help you?”
Nothing like setting the mood.
WC: 1059 | GP: 21 | Total: 21