Post by Kai Wren on Feb 29, 2016 5:48:05 GMT -5
The grey sands of Hueco Mundo. Cold, unchanging and devoid of even the tiniest speck of colour, they seemed to stretch on for eternity, their monotony only ever broken by the occasional crystal formation sticking out from the forest below. There was, of course, Las Noches- the great castle that stood proudly in the centre of this shadowy realm, but it too looked more like a natural extension of the landscape, rather than something constructed by the hands of man.
There was, however, at least one place in the great desert that stood out as something that clearly did not belong. Right next to the line where the massive dome of Las Noches met the sandy surface, a single tiny yellow light that flickered defiantly against the eternal night. The source of this disturbance, so untypical to this land, was one of the very few places in this whole frigid dimension that could truly be called a home in all senses of the word.
It took the shape of a simple single- story hut that had very little in common with the nearby fortress in both function and design. While it did use some of the same marble- like material that was ubiquitous in these parts, that was heavily mixed up with coloured glass bricks that dotted the walls and formed much of the supporting columns. The sloped roof likewise had the off glass tile that broke up the monotony and allowed some of the warm light that shone from within to escape into the desert. While the glow of this rather peculiar house was not in any way strong enough to compete with the omnipresent shine of the moon, it nevertheless managed to exert an aura of influence on the surrounding dunes, marking the area as something that was clearly separate from the rest of the desert- a tiny island of warmth and colour that against all odds managed to survive in this inhospitable land.
The owner, creator and sole occupant of this particular building was of course no other than Kai Wren- an Arrancar as strange as his home, who was currently sitting on the stairs in front of his front door with a tense expression on his face, his eyes locked onto the bright crescent of the moon. In his hands, he held a glass sphere no larger than a clenched fist, completely transparent and still warm from the fire of the kiln.
Now, let’s try this again, Kai thought as he raised the ball of glass to the level of his eyes in such a way that it perfectly captured the image of the moon within. What the man was trying to achieve was something that he had been able to do almost effortlessly back when he was still alive all those years ago- to trap a picture of the outside world in a glass shard and preserve it for eternity against the onslaught of time. This was what he had been able to do. Now however, this skill seemed all but lost to him. Even so, he continued to persist. This ability was something that in Kai’s mind was one of the things that defined him both as an artisan and a person and he didn’t plan on letting it go without a fight.
Mustering his spiritual energy, the Glassmaker carefully infused it into the glass ball, waiting for the reaction that his instincts and told him would follow. A few tense seconds later though, the Reishi simply seeped out of the inanimate lump in his hands and got carried away by the faint desert wind. Another failure. Why wasn’t it working? Why was the soul of the glass silent when it used to sing for him at his every whim?
If you don’t want to do this the easy way, I’ll just have to use force! Kai thought in a fit of anger and tried once again. This time, he drew on all the power he could and poured it into the sphere once again in an attempt to get the response he sought through brute force alone.
And a response was what followed. With a loud explosion that reverberated against the walls of Las Noches, the glass sphere shattered violently in Kai’s face, some of the shards even managing to pierce his Hierro and scrape his hands and cheek.
“Son of a…” the Arrancar started to curse as drops of his blood fell down onto the grey sand, colouring it a vibrant red.
There was, however, at least one place in the great desert that stood out as something that clearly did not belong. Right next to the line where the massive dome of Las Noches met the sandy surface, a single tiny yellow light that flickered defiantly against the eternal night. The source of this disturbance, so untypical to this land, was one of the very few places in this whole frigid dimension that could truly be called a home in all senses of the word.
It took the shape of a simple single- story hut that had very little in common with the nearby fortress in both function and design. While it did use some of the same marble- like material that was ubiquitous in these parts, that was heavily mixed up with coloured glass bricks that dotted the walls and formed much of the supporting columns. The sloped roof likewise had the off glass tile that broke up the monotony and allowed some of the warm light that shone from within to escape into the desert. While the glow of this rather peculiar house was not in any way strong enough to compete with the omnipresent shine of the moon, it nevertheless managed to exert an aura of influence on the surrounding dunes, marking the area as something that was clearly separate from the rest of the desert- a tiny island of warmth and colour that against all odds managed to survive in this inhospitable land.
The owner, creator and sole occupant of this particular building was of course no other than Kai Wren- an Arrancar as strange as his home, who was currently sitting on the stairs in front of his front door with a tense expression on his face, his eyes locked onto the bright crescent of the moon. In his hands, he held a glass sphere no larger than a clenched fist, completely transparent and still warm from the fire of the kiln.
Now, let’s try this again, Kai thought as he raised the ball of glass to the level of his eyes in such a way that it perfectly captured the image of the moon within. What the man was trying to achieve was something that he had been able to do almost effortlessly back when he was still alive all those years ago- to trap a picture of the outside world in a glass shard and preserve it for eternity against the onslaught of time. This was what he had been able to do. Now however, this skill seemed all but lost to him. Even so, he continued to persist. This ability was something that in Kai’s mind was one of the things that defined him both as an artisan and a person and he didn’t plan on letting it go without a fight.
Mustering his spiritual energy, the Glassmaker carefully infused it into the glass ball, waiting for the reaction that his instincts and told him would follow. A few tense seconds later though, the Reishi simply seeped out of the inanimate lump in his hands and got carried away by the faint desert wind. Another failure. Why wasn’t it working? Why was the soul of the glass silent when it used to sing for him at his every whim?
If you don’t want to do this the easy way, I’ll just have to use force! Kai thought in a fit of anger and tried once again. This time, he drew on all the power he could and poured it into the sphere once again in an attempt to get the response he sought through brute force alone.
And a response was what followed. With a loud explosion that reverberated against the walls of Las Noches, the glass sphere shattered violently in Kai’s face, some of the shards even managing to pierce his Hierro and scrape his hands and cheek.
“Son of a…” the Arrancar started to curse as drops of his blood fell down onto the grey sand, colouring it a vibrant red.
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