Post by Ginjō Xôi on Aug 26, 2016 14:44:55 GMT -5
Ginjo's feet carried his large frame slowly through the darkness that filled Heuco Mundo; he was not wearing his Shinigami uniform, having changed once he had arrived into more neutral clothing of a simple grey suit with a light tan undershirt- and white tie, the only thing that stood out being the dress shoes on his feet and the large claymore-sized broadsword that was sheathed at his side- well; at least until he was forced to draw it on occasion. Having taken advantage of the situation with a Hollow and entered the rift it had made to flee- purely because of an idea to explore the place. He was certain there were monsters, of course- that was bound to happen- but as long as he minded his own business, kept his reiatsu down, and only protected himself he should be fine. Each step, he could feel eyes on him- and often he would be forced to defend, but on some rare occasions he found that they would ignore him, possibly because he began to smell of Hollow blood and he became a larger threat- but it was unclear really.
Entering Heuco Mundo had been far more complicated then he had originally intended. But then- all of his plans seemed to hold that ideal rather sternly; it was why he planned for every outcome possible and prepared. Due to this reasoning he was able to at least survive the encounter and transfer. Currently, Ginjo was flicking blood from his blade as he made a face of distaste- he had known combat would be a constant in this place but he hadn't expected to be forced to get his hands this dirty. Glancing down at the blood stains that now dotted his clothing, he sighed visibly before stepping forward and glancing around slowly- he really did need to get his reiatsu control back to its original state. He hated being practically blind when it came to sensory, especially here. A sigh left his lips as he stepped forward, eyes trailing upward at the rolling desert within the roots of Heuco Mundo.
He had come here out of curiosity, knowing that these "Arrancar" were apparently beings that combined hollow and Shinigami reiatsu in order to empower themselves- the concept was interesting to him, worthy of his attention. Though he disliked both Shinigami and hollow equally, he had to admit that he respected the hollow's way of life quite a bit more- this ideal that only the strongest survive, the weak were devoured- absorbed by the strong; was rather refreshing. Compared to the coddling ways of the Shinigami, it almost brought a smirk to his lips as he examined the surrounding deep-set tree roots. The constant screams of pain, suffering, uncertainty- it made his blood boil; an adrenaline rush he usually lacked. Still, he kept a clear head as he sheathed the chipped, weak looking claymore-sized broadsword at his side to instead examine the sands and pick the best direction to go. He would ask for directions but .. stepping over the corpse, he doubted anyone was going to give him a chance to do so.
Instead he would have to rely on what little reiatsu sensory he had, and focus down the abnormal reiatsu he was certain these Arrancar would likely give off. The man's steps carried him silently through the sands, his eyes remaining half-lidded; focus narrowed on his surroundings as he tried his best to hone in on the energies around him to the best of his ability. He was uncertain exactly what he wished from this, on one hand if he were to find an Arrancar the chances of them being willing to chat were low .. in that instance he would have to fight them, and gather as much information as possible through combat before killing it, if possible- knocking them unconcious and taking even more information would be key as well of course. Allowing his gaze to settle on the rising sands, he debated the off chance that one would be willing to talk. If that were the case, what would he ask? .. There were dozens of questions, and he supposed it would depend on the beings personality for him to discover how he would go about the questioning.
Right as these thoughts began to pass through his mind, he would halt- and stare at the sight that was at the top of one of the hills. Many in number surrounding him but at the peak of the tallest, was what appeared to be a building that was still mid-construction. Sandstone crafted from the Heuco Mundo desert, timber from the great black tree's- who knows what else, all gathered into specific piles as the sound of materials being pushed togehter, clashed, struck, bound, and hammered filled the air. Slowly, Ginjo's head tilted as he reached out with his limited senses- noting that the signature was not Hollow- at least, not entirely. Though he could tell little more then that. With a blink once more, he stepped forward as his hand trailed to the hilt of his blade- but he did not draw, instead his other hand tucked lightly into his pocket. He kept hid body language relaxed, his palm resting lightly- open on the pommel of the blade as he began to make his way up the large hill, before his brow arched even higher at what appeared to be under construction.
It was a bar. Or at least, a bar of some sort in mid-process of being constructed. Did Hollow even drink? Did these Arrancar drink? Interesting questions- and he certainly enjoyed alcohol as well, he pondered if there was a way to make some form of alcohol from a resource here in Heuco Mundo he was unaware of. Of it perhaps it would simply be stolen from the realm of the living. Ginjo's expression returned neural as he would allow his gaze to focus on the man that was currently working on the building that was at best, a skeleton of such at the moment as he slowly arched a brow and tucked his hands into his pockets. He could speak first, but he felt it would be better to allow the Arrancar to do so- instead he examined every aspect he could .. facial expressions, body language, reiatsu, noting that he appeared to be entirely human- at least from looking at him from behind. He was curious if any of the Hollow aspects remained after this .. transformation, that they could go through apparently. Silently, the man would wait- watching patiently as he kept himself neutral, and calm- with only a slight spark of curiosity to the baby blue orbs that watched each motion of the Arrancar with keen focus.
Tags: @alessandro
Post Words: 1132
Total Words: 1132
Total GP so Far: 22
Entering Heuco Mundo had been far more complicated then he had originally intended. But then- all of his plans seemed to hold that ideal rather sternly; it was why he planned for every outcome possible and prepared. Due to this reasoning he was able to at least survive the encounter and transfer. Currently, Ginjo was flicking blood from his blade as he made a face of distaste- he had known combat would be a constant in this place but he hadn't expected to be forced to get his hands this dirty. Glancing down at the blood stains that now dotted his clothing, he sighed visibly before stepping forward and glancing around slowly- he really did need to get his reiatsu control back to its original state. He hated being practically blind when it came to sensory, especially here. A sigh left his lips as he stepped forward, eyes trailing upward at the rolling desert within the roots of Heuco Mundo.
He had come here out of curiosity, knowing that these "Arrancar" were apparently beings that combined hollow and Shinigami reiatsu in order to empower themselves- the concept was interesting to him, worthy of his attention. Though he disliked both Shinigami and hollow equally, he had to admit that he respected the hollow's way of life quite a bit more- this ideal that only the strongest survive, the weak were devoured- absorbed by the strong; was rather refreshing. Compared to the coddling ways of the Shinigami, it almost brought a smirk to his lips as he examined the surrounding deep-set tree roots. The constant screams of pain, suffering, uncertainty- it made his blood boil; an adrenaline rush he usually lacked. Still, he kept a clear head as he sheathed the chipped, weak looking claymore-sized broadsword at his side to instead examine the sands and pick the best direction to go. He would ask for directions but .. stepping over the corpse, he doubted anyone was going to give him a chance to do so.
Instead he would have to rely on what little reiatsu sensory he had, and focus down the abnormal reiatsu he was certain these Arrancar would likely give off. The man's steps carried him silently through the sands, his eyes remaining half-lidded; focus narrowed on his surroundings as he tried his best to hone in on the energies around him to the best of his ability. He was uncertain exactly what he wished from this, on one hand if he were to find an Arrancar the chances of them being willing to chat were low .. in that instance he would have to fight them, and gather as much information as possible through combat before killing it, if possible- knocking them unconcious and taking even more information would be key as well of course. Allowing his gaze to settle on the rising sands, he debated the off chance that one would be willing to talk. If that were the case, what would he ask? .. There were dozens of questions, and he supposed it would depend on the beings personality for him to discover how he would go about the questioning.
Right as these thoughts began to pass through his mind, he would halt- and stare at the sight that was at the top of one of the hills. Many in number surrounding him but at the peak of the tallest, was what appeared to be a building that was still mid-construction. Sandstone crafted from the Heuco Mundo desert, timber from the great black tree's- who knows what else, all gathered into specific piles as the sound of materials being pushed togehter, clashed, struck, bound, and hammered filled the air. Slowly, Ginjo's head tilted as he reached out with his limited senses- noting that the signature was not Hollow- at least, not entirely. Though he could tell little more then that. With a blink once more, he stepped forward as his hand trailed to the hilt of his blade- but he did not draw, instead his other hand tucked lightly into his pocket. He kept hid body language relaxed, his palm resting lightly- open on the pommel of the blade as he began to make his way up the large hill, before his brow arched even higher at what appeared to be under construction.
It was a bar. Or at least, a bar of some sort in mid-process of being constructed. Did Hollow even drink? Did these Arrancar drink? Interesting questions- and he certainly enjoyed alcohol as well, he pondered if there was a way to make some form of alcohol from a resource here in Heuco Mundo he was unaware of. Of it perhaps it would simply be stolen from the realm of the living. Ginjo's expression returned neural as he would allow his gaze to focus on the man that was currently working on the building that was at best, a skeleton of such at the moment as he slowly arched a brow and tucked his hands into his pockets. He could speak first, but he felt it would be better to allow the Arrancar to do so- instead he examined every aspect he could .. facial expressions, body language, reiatsu, noting that he appeared to be entirely human- at least from looking at him from behind. He was curious if any of the Hollow aspects remained after this .. transformation, that they could go through apparently. Silently, the man would wait- watching patiently as he kept himself neutral, and calm- with only a slight spark of curiosity to the baby blue orbs that watched each motion of the Arrancar with keen focus.
Tags: @alessandro
Post Words: 1132
Total Words: 1132
Total GP so Far: 22