Post by Walkren Dekharr on Jan 18, 2016 11:46:48 GMT -5
The journey through the Garganta was a haze of memories: leaning on Evelynn for support, wounds reopening and spilling blood, words running from both of their mouths. No memory was concrete from that time in the darkness. He had been a burnt corpse walking, barely able to keep himself breathing. Once the adrenaline had worn away, he had been a mess. Evelynn had kept her word, at least to the point where she didn’t kill him. At some point, she had laid him down and healed him. With what, he had no idea. All Walkren knew is that he woke up, an indiscernible amount of time after falling into unconsciousness, in a room, alone, in Las Noches.
What the fuck have I gotten myself into? Walkren mused as he sat up and examined the room he was in. A dark room only lit by the rays of sun coming in from outside. The white stones of compact sand formed the room, as it formed all of Las Noches. The room was bare save for the bed he currently occupied. The window he had to look out from opened to a wide view of rolling sand dunes and gargantuan towers of radiant sandstone.
Trusting the right people. Tamshioko responded, a bit late. His echoing baritone filled Walkren’s mind as he shifted himself in the bed, examining his own body. Everything seemed in place. Both hands flexed and relaxed right. All ten fingers were there. He no longer had profuse burn marks all over his body. Even the scarring was minimal. Whatever Evelynn had done, it had been done masterfully.
You think I should trust Arrancar?
They’ve done more for you than any Shinigami, and, if Evelynn is to be believed, they will give you more power than you would ever need. I wouldn’t say trust them fully, as you so foolishly have in the past, but trust them enough. As Tamashioko lectured, Walkren stood and paced the room. The sand of the stone grinding against his heel as he turned, back and forth. His pacing abruptly stopped when his eyes fell upon the door at the other side of the room. It was closed.
We'll see. He said, absentmindedly as he walked towards the closed door. Was he a prisoner? Any thought of trust fell out of his mind. All would be lost if he found the door locked and that he was confined to this cell. His hand hesitantly graced the door knob. With a simple pull and twist, the door was open. It let in a draft of air that ruffled Walkren’s robes.
That was the first moment he felt two things that had been acting upon him ever since he woke up. The dull awakening from sleep had made his senses slow to react, but with the stark breeze blowing across his newly healed skin, he felt it. He felt Kutsu squirming inside of him, eating away at the dark energy that flowed from every grain of minute sand. She was basking in the Hollow energy as much as humans bask in the sun on the beach. Her power would grow in this dank place. He would have to be on guard.
The other thing he felt acting up on him was a massive reiatsu. It mingled and mix itself with the already dark energies of Hueco Mundo to make them even darker. It was like an oppressive blanket that constantly tried to smother you. Walkren was only able to pick it out from the other reiatsu’s and spiritual energy that was tossed into the air because of how powerfully massive it was and because of Ichiro’s training. Not even in the presence of the Captain Commander had Walkren felt a weight such as this one. Letting his other senses fall away as Ichiro had taught him, he isolated the reiatsu. It wasn’t hard at all with how prevalent it was around the Shinigami.
A ribbon twisted and sewed itself into existence in front of Walkren. It danced and twirled in the air. The odd thing to Walkren was the color. It wasn’t red like the Shinigami, nor was it the darker colors of the Arrancar and Hollow. It was a strange pale purple ribbon that floated on the air streams. Walkren grabbed it. The ribbon continued to create itself from the surrounding reiatsu. It just took Walkren a moment of concentration and the sewing fabric started to trail out of the room, towards whoever owned the harsh reiatsu.
Walkren quickly followed behind, curiousity getting the better of any sense of caution. Blind to the vast maze of corridors and hallways, Walkren had one direction to go. He twisted and turned around corners and through halls. Not a single soul passed the Shinigami, but he was too preoccupied to notice that. He was also too preoccupied to notice that the ribbon was getting thicker and wider and the reiatsu was getting heavier and heavier.
He was finally stopped when he came upon two massive doors that were tightly shut. The ribbon slipped through the seam between the two ancient gates. There was no doubt that this was his destination, the power was pulsing out of the room. It was seeping through the small cracks around the doors. Walkren felt a bit woozy from the overwhelming reiatsu.
Curiosity still controlled him. Plus, what did he have to lose that he hadn’t already given up already? With a deep inhale and exhale, he took a long breathe. With a moment of concentration, he flared up his own reiatsu to combat the obviously superior one. The woozy feeling subsided, but he could feel it encroaching on him.
He lifted his hand into a fist and knocked.
[959] [19] [19]
What the fuck have I gotten myself into? Walkren mused as he sat up and examined the room he was in. A dark room only lit by the rays of sun coming in from outside. The white stones of compact sand formed the room, as it formed all of Las Noches. The room was bare save for the bed he currently occupied. The window he had to look out from opened to a wide view of rolling sand dunes and gargantuan towers of radiant sandstone.
Trusting the right people. Tamshioko responded, a bit late. His echoing baritone filled Walkren’s mind as he shifted himself in the bed, examining his own body. Everything seemed in place. Both hands flexed and relaxed right. All ten fingers were there. He no longer had profuse burn marks all over his body. Even the scarring was minimal. Whatever Evelynn had done, it had been done masterfully.
You think I should trust Arrancar?
They’ve done more for you than any Shinigami, and, if Evelynn is to be believed, they will give you more power than you would ever need. I wouldn’t say trust them fully, as you so foolishly have in the past, but trust them enough. As Tamashioko lectured, Walkren stood and paced the room. The sand of the stone grinding against his heel as he turned, back and forth. His pacing abruptly stopped when his eyes fell upon the door at the other side of the room. It was closed.
We'll see. He said, absentmindedly as he walked towards the closed door. Was he a prisoner? Any thought of trust fell out of his mind. All would be lost if he found the door locked and that he was confined to this cell. His hand hesitantly graced the door knob. With a simple pull and twist, the door was open. It let in a draft of air that ruffled Walkren’s robes.
That was the first moment he felt two things that had been acting upon him ever since he woke up. The dull awakening from sleep had made his senses slow to react, but with the stark breeze blowing across his newly healed skin, he felt it. He felt Kutsu squirming inside of him, eating away at the dark energy that flowed from every grain of minute sand. She was basking in the Hollow energy as much as humans bask in the sun on the beach. Her power would grow in this dank place. He would have to be on guard.
The other thing he felt acting up on him was a massive reiatsu. It mingled and mix itself with the already dark energies of Hueco Mundo to make them even darker. It was like an oppressive blanket that constantly tried to smother you. Walkren was only able to pick it out from the other reiatsu’s and spiritual energy that was tossed into the air because of how powerfully massive it was and because of Ichiro’s training. Not even in the presence of the Captain Commander had Walkren felt a weight such as this one. Letting his other senses fall away as Ichiro had taught him, he isolated the reiatsu. It wasn’t hard at all with how prevalent it was around the Shinigami.
A ribbon twisted and sewed itself into existence in front of Walkren. It danced and twirled in the air. The odd thing to Walkren was the color. It wasn’t red like the Shinigami, nor was it the darker colors of the Arrancar and Hollow. It was a strange pale purple ribbon that floated on the air streams. Walkren grabbed it. The ribbon continued to create itself from the surrounding reiatsu. It just took Walkren a moment of concentration and the sewing fabric started to trail out of the room, towards whoever owned the harsh reiatsu.
Walkren quickly followed behind, curiousity getting the better of any sense of caution. Blind to the vast maze of corridors and hallways, Walkren had one direction to go. He twisted and turned around corners and through halls. Not a single soul passed the Shinigami, but he was too preoccupied to notice that. He was also too preoccupied to notice that the ribbon was getting thicker and wider and the reiatsu was getting heavier and heavier.
He was finally stopped when he came upon two massive doors that were tightly shut. The ribbon slipped through the seam between the two ancient gates. There was no doubt that this was his destination, the power was pulsing out of the room. It was seeping through the small cracks around the doors. Walkren felt a bit woozy from the overwhelming reiatsu.
Curiosity still controlled him. Plus, what did he have to lose that he hadn’t already given up already? With a deep inhale and exhale, he took a long breathe. With a moment of concentration, he flared up his own reiatsu to combat the obviously superior one. The woozy feeling subsided, but he could feel it encroaching on him.
He lifted his hand into a fist and knocked.
[959] [19] [19]