Two Forgotten Faces [Limbo]
May 26, 2016 7:46:35 GMT -5
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Post by titus on May 26, 2016 7:46:35 GMT -5
Fate is a fickle thing.
Death is even fickler.
Do these threads at all matter in the end? Is death really an absolute?
Some proclaim a cycle.
I proclaim I belong here.
You see me and lady death have been in a tight embrace from the moment I was born a Hollow and from the years I spent an Arrancar. In fact when I died again and lady death once more welcomed me into her arms, I escaped and became a Vasto Lorde.
I was a freak.
I was an enigma.
I was . . . Hollow.
My name is Titus.
I’ve been forgotten.
But let me tell you what I do.
Quite simply, I watch the rivers of death. Forbidden to continue forward or backward, I’m stuck in limbo. Outside of the world you know and inside this world where only the inevitable will bring you.
I suppose that was the price I paid for avoiding her so long. Take this to heart children, don’t go playing with fire. Because even when you think the burn isn’t there. It warmed you to your core.
Ah.
How long have I been watching? Staring at these streams of spirits? It seems like it’s been a while since a great wave hit. I’ve only seen it three times since being here, they whispered of Tova and the incursion and wars. I don’t remember any of these things. In truth I barely remember my physical form.
Death is an inevitability.
It’s easier here to forget who you were and accept what you are.
And now?
Now I have a meeting. So without further ado dear children. I must go.
I must be me again.
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His figure flickered and shifted, an old man to a young man and then finally a skeleton. The skeleton raised his arms and purple flames crackled from the ground and ran up and long his body. An outfit was conjured.
“Mr Sanders, are you there?”
Once enemies. Now acquaintances, death changed many things. Jason had been the first person Titus had encountered in death and they made sure to catch up frequently.
A chair emerged from the surface of the platform (it too hadn't quite decided what it wanted to be, but such was the nature of limbo). The Vasto Lorde, turned departed sat down and watched as a table rose before him, he took the time to pull a jug from the air and pour himself a hot cup of tea. Taking a singular sip, his fingers drummed on the table as time slowly passed.
“Mr Sanders, do hurry up”
His voice echoed along the chasm of nothing. The transcendants had pocket dimensions, places they lived and thrived and existed in whilst they watched the world. The departed? Well they had communal spots, places that only existed when they were needed. Places that could be accessed by anyone and anything that lady death had decided could not leave limbo.
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Obviously a thread that doesn't affect the forum but the character doesn't need an app because he's dead.