Post by Avarice Demonio on May 29, 2011 17:55:00 GMT -5
’Why am I so bored here?’[/color] He thought to himself as he stood in the sands of Hueco Mundo. He’d been cooped up in Las Noches for way too long he had to get out. Falling backwards he felt his back hit the sand and cushion himself. Avarice sat his zanpakuto beside him, extending his right hand forward he stretched his fingers out and looked at them. “Why am I so fucking bored!†He yelled and curled his outstretched fingers into a fist. Avarice brought his hand down on the sand as hard as he could. His hair was laying off the side of his face revealing glimpses at his mask and red right eye. A sigh of frustration passed his lips as he closed his eyes.
“Maybe I can go into the Menos forest and have some fun.†He thought about that, for a moment. But there wasn’t enough destruction to be had there to entertain him. Avarice tightened his core muscles as he sat up bringing his left knee up to rest his arm on. His other hand collected some sand on his palm; closing his fist around it he turned it a little bit. His eyes watching as the sand pored to the ground. ‘What am I doing here? I should be in the human world….wrecking havoc at my leisure.’ Oh yeah, that’s right, Daisy didn’t want him to right now. Such a pain, he had to act differently then who he really was around her. He couldn’t be his normal cruel self, such a pain in his ass.
Though he played along, for now, he was in no way powerful enough to stand against her. He was not greedy but it was hard to resist the temptation to take a swing at her. Once the sand had fully fallen from his hand he opened it up. Charging a bala he aimed it in the distance, letting it fly and waiting for the resounding sound of it hitting something. Not even unleashing a bala was fun within this place. It was such a hassle to find some fun. At this point it would seem his aspect of death was sloth. All he did here was sit around and sleep. Occasionally slipping into the human world to feed on human souls and blow up a few things.
Though nothing to get attention brought his way, then he had an idea. Standing he bent over and grabbed the hilt of his zanpakuto. Flipping his grip he rested the curve of the blade on the back of his shoulder. Avarice turned on his heels and started back for Las Noches, “I wonder if Ama is here.†He mused to himself, his steps where slow and his boredom showed in his posture. With each step his silver hair rocked back and forth, though he didn’t know how far he had walked away from the palace that was the home of the Espada, and there ‘all mighty’ leader the shinigami traitor, to think they where lead by a soul reaper.
It was all fucking stupid in his eyes, why would a shinigami want to come here and lead a group of evolved hollows? He just didn’t understand it, he never voiced his opinion on the matter though. On another note it didn’t take him as long as he thought it would to reach Las Noches. He just had to find Ama now. She was always entertaining, she fit her aspect well. The first place he decided to look was at Ama’s private quarters. Stopping in front of the door he brought his left hand up and balled his fist, using it to pound on the door. He didn’t say a thing, dropping his hand to his side he stood there for a second, to see if she was in.
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Word Count: 644
GP: 12
“Maybe I can go into the Menos forest and have some fun.†He thought about that, for a moment. But there wasn’t enough destruction to be had there to entertain him. Avarice tightened his core muscles as he sat up bringing his left knee up to rest his arm on. His other hand collected some sand on his palm; closing his fist around it he turned it a little bit. His eyes watching as the sand pored to the ground. ‘What am I doing here? I should be in the human world….wrecking havoc at my leisure.’ Oh yeah, that’s right, Daisy didn’t want him to right now. Such a pain, he had to act differently then who he really was around her. He couldn’t be his normal cruel self, such a pain in his ass.
Though he played along, for now, he was in no way powerful enough to stand against her. He was not greedy but it was hard to resist the temptation to take a swing at her. Once the sand had fully fallen from his hand he opened it up. Charging a bala he aimed it in the distance, letting it fly and waiting for the resounding sound of it hitting something. Not even unleashing a bala was fun within this place. It was such a hassle to find some fun. At this point it would seem his aspect of death was sloth. All he did here was sit around and sleep. Occasionally slipping into the human world to feed on human souls and blow up a few things.
Though nothing to get attention brought his way, then he had an idea. Standing he bent over and grabbed the hilt of his zanpakuto. Flipping his grip he rested the curve of the blade on the back of his shoulder. Avarice turned on his heels and started back for Las Noches, “I wonder if Ama is here.†He mused to himself, his steps where slow and his boredom showed in his posture. With each step his silver hair rocked back and forth, though he didn’t know how far he had walked away from the palace that was the home of the Espada, and there ‘all mighty’ leader the shinigami traitor, to think they where lead by a soul reaper.
It was all fucking stupid in his eyes, why would a shinigami want to come here and lead a group of evolved hollows? He just didn’t understand it, he never voiced his opinion on the matter though. On another note it didn’t take him as long as he thought it would to reach Las Noches. He just had to find Ama now. She was always entertaining, she fit her aspect well. The first place he decided to look was at Ama’s private quarters. Stopping in front of the door he brought his left hand up and balled his fist, using it to pound on the door. He didn’t say a thing, dropping his hand to his side he stood there for a second, to see if she was in.
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Word Count: 644
GP: 12
