Post by Mortanius on Jan 23, 2016 3:06:03 GMT -5
'Robert Muhle,' echoed through the young Arrancar's mind. 'Robert Muhle.'
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Click click click click.
Footsteps echoed through the grand halls of Las Noches, footsteps belonging to the recently ascended Arrancar under the fresh identity of Mortanius. He was returning from an excursion into the Forest of Menos, having taken it upon himself to seek out and nurture the otherwise damned souls who stuck to the shadows beneath the endless white desert. Unfortunately, there were no noteworthy prospects to be found this day. Instead of prospects, Mortanius found only challengers. Instead of accepting the aid he offered, a group of Adjuchas thought it best to ambush the young Arrancar, intending to make a meal out of him in an effort to increase their own powers. For them, it was their last mistake. After putting down the unruly beasts, Mortanius found himself wandering through the halls of the fortress he now called home, seeking the comforting presence of allies.
The footsteps ended and Mortanius stood before a great entrance. Before him, massive double doors with gilded handles. Beyond the doors, incessant chattering. The voices were so numerous they all seemed the meld together into an incomprehensible noise. He almost laughed in spite of himself. To have gone from such palpable loneliness to this? Bodies -- allies -- in every direction. Friendships, bonds. Comradery. It was almost unreal.
He stood at the doors for just a moment longer before finally deciding to engage in whatever social life Las Noches had to offer. He twisted the handle to the massive door and gently pushed. The hinges creaked in mild protest, the noise echoing throughout the room before him. A few dozen faces turned to acknowledge the new presence while the rest continued on with whatever it was they were occupied with. His eyes darted about the room, taking in the scene for all it was worth. His eyes settled on an area a few dozen feet away where a massive couch seated several chattering individuals; his body seemed to instinctively will itself in that direction. He wanted to sit. He wanted to listen.
He sat.
"Yer a new one, aintcha?" boomed the exceptionally gruff voice of an unreasonably tall and burly Arrancar just a mere moment after he'd seated himself. "Lemme see if I got this right... the hair, the demi crown... Mortanius? An what's it they say about ya, Mort?"
"Well, I couldn't tell you. What do they say about me?" He responded, hesitant at first. Curiosity had got the better of him nonetheless.
"That ya talk a lot about Hollows an Shinigami. Sup with that?"
He chuckled, shaking his head all the while, "It's nothing. They just intrigue me, that's all."
"Hollows an Shinigami?" The incredulity in his voice was apparent.
Mortanius nodded. "Yes, Hollows and Shinigami."
A few eyebrows had raised by this point, but nobody pressed the subject. "Well," continued the burly one, "which'n do ya belong to?"
"Excuse me? Belong to?"
"Yea, ya know. Yer master. Yer 'Spada."
"Oh... well, nobody yet."
"Muhle," he said with a confident nod. "Yer gonna wanna speak ta Muhle."
"Muhle?" He hadn't heard the name before. In fact, now that he thought about it, he didn't know the names of anyone noteworthy except Erasmus Mei.
"Muhle. An don't waste yer time, either. Look fer 'em. Go an talk to 'em. The sooner the better."
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'Muhle... Tercera Espada.'
Nobody would tell him why this Espada in particular would suit Mortanius exceptionally well, but he trusted the judgment of his "comrades." There was no reason to doubt their advice, after all. After an hour or so socializing with the other Arrancar, he found himself journeying to the Espada castles, in search of "Muhle." It didn't take him long to find himself exceptionally lost within the castle that allegedly belonged to the man Mortanius would soon call master. He extended his spiritual senses outwards in an effort to pinpoint the location of this highly-regarded -- or so it seemed -- Arrancar. Something was strange, though, about the reading that returned. There was definitely a powerful presence within this castle, but it definitely wasn't that which belonged to any kind of Hollow or Hollow-breed.
His stomach flopped. The revelation left its mark, plain as day, on Mortanius' face. Incalculable levels of dread and curiosity filled the heart and soul of Mortanius.
'Is Muhle...? No, Muhle is... is a...'
He mouthed the word in disbelief.
Shinigami.
734 words / 14GP
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Click click click click.
Footsteps echoed through the grand halls of Las Noches, footsteps belonging to the recently ascended Arrancar under the fresh identity of Mortanius. He was returning from an excursion into the Forest of Menos, having taken it upon himself to seek out and nurture the otherwise damned souls who stuck to the shadows beneath the endless white desert. Unfortunately, there were no noteworthy prospects to be found this day. Instead of prospects, Mortanius found only challengers. Instead of accepting the aid he offered, a group of Adjuchas thought it best to ambush the young Arrancar, intending to make a meal out of him in an effort to increase their own powers. For them, it was their last mistake. After putting down the unruly beasts, Mortanius found himself wandering through the halls of the fortress he now called home, seeking the comforting presence of allies.
The footsteps ended and Mortanius stood before a great entrance. Before him, massive double doors with gilded handles. Beyond the doors, incessant chattering. The voices were so numerous they all seemed the meld together into an incomprehensible noise. He almost laughed in spite of himself. To have gone from such palpable loneliness to this? Bodies -- allies -- in every direction. Friendships, bonds. Comradery. It was almost unreal.
He stood at the doors for just a moment longer before finally deciding to engage in whatever social life Las Noches had to offer. He twisted the handle to the massive door and gently pushed. The hinges creaked in mild protest, the noise echoing throughout the room before him. A few dozen faces turned to acknowledge the new presence while the rest continued on with whatever it was they were occupied with. His eyes darted about the room, taking in the scene for all it was worth. His eyes settled on an area a few dozen feet away where a massive couch seated several chattering individuals; his body seemed to instinctively will itself in that direction. He wanted to sit. He wanted to listen.
He sat.
"Yer a new one, aintcha?" boomed the exceptionally gruff voice of an unreasonably tall and burly Arrancar just a mere moment after he'd seated himself. "Lemme see if I got this right... the hair, the demi crown... Mortanius? An what's it they say about ya, Mort?"
"Well, I couldn't tell you. What do they say about me?" He responded, hesitant at first. Curiosity had got the better of him nonetheless.
"That ya talk a lot about Hollows an Shinigami. Sup with that?"
He chuckled, shaking his head all the while, "It's nothing. They just intrigue me, that's all."
"Hollows an Shinigami?" The incredulity in his voice was apparent.
Mortanius nodded. "Yes, Hollows and Shinigami."
A few eyebrows had raised by this point, but nobody pressed the subject. "Well," continued the burly one, "which'n do ya belong to?"
"Excuse me? Belong to?"
"Yea, ya know. Yer master. Yer 'Spada."
"Oh... well, nobody yet."
"Muhle," he said with a confident nod. "Yer gonna wanna speak ta Muhle."
"Muhle?" He hadn't heard the name before. In fact, now that he thought about it, he didn't know the names of anyone noteworthy except Erasmus Mei.
"Muhle. An don't waste yer time, either. Look fer 'em. Go an talk to 'em. The sooner the better."
--
'Muhle... Tercera Espada.'
Nobody would tell him why this Espada in particular would suit Mortanius exceptionally well, but he trusted the judgment of his "comrades." There was no reason to doubt their advice, after all. After an hour or so socializing with the other Arrancar, he found himself journeying to the Espada castles, in search of "Muhle." It didn't take him long to find himself exceptionally lost within the castle that allegedly belonged to the man Mortanius would soon call master. He extended his spiritual senses outwards in an effort to pinpoint the location of this highly-regarded -- or so it seemed -- Arrancar. Something was strange, though, about the reading that returned. There was definitely a powerful presence within this castle, but it definitely wasn't that which belonged to any kind of Hollow or Hollow-breed.
His stomach flopped. The revelation left its mark, plain as day, on Mortanius' face. Incalculable levels of dread and curiosity filled the heart and soul of Mortanius.
'Is Muhle...? No, Muhle is... is a...'
He mouthed the word in disbelief.
Shinigami.
734 words / 14GP
