Post by Kionchi on Sept 26, 2016 3:13:50 GMT -5
There was still beauty in this broken world. An expanse of potential so rich and invigorating he could feel it in his bones, his leg impatiently shaking as he steadied his makeshift seat. The pile of debris was hardly a fitting throne, and to be honest he had no idea where in the ruins of Las Noches he now sat, but the poet in him couldn't help but romanticize that the blasted crater was once the site of Erasmus' own throne. And now, looking over the broken stone and still molten metal that lie misshapen and twisted by its former king's anger manifest, he wondered just how long the residents of Hueco Mundo were waiting for something like this to happen again. It was probably inevitable that a realm dominated by a species hellbent on evolution and survival would go through so many rulers over the years. And while Kionchi had only heard the rumors and read the reports concerning the prior sovereigns' abdications, they seemed to have a habit of leaving behind a similar trail of destruction.
Lifting his long since crushed phone from his sleeve, Kionchi chuckled to himself as he thought of the excuse he'd have to give for his absence. He didn't want to use the same excuse twice, but it served him well enough. Erasmus had called for Kionchi, and if the King really was rampaging across Soul Society it made sense that he'd use him as an unwitting spy. Hell, Kionchi probably wouldn't even have to beg for harakiri if he gave Shun and Tokiyo another cookie. Perhaps uncovering the nature of his blindness? It wouldn't be quite as savory as the last time he had to come clean about his vacation, but it'd do. It might even make up for his habitual tardiness. To think it had been about a year since portals erupted across Seireitei, and Kionchi just barely made it in time to take part in the tail end of that party. Maybe he just liked being fashionably late.
"If you are just here to take in the sights, you might as well take a seat up here with me."
The shinigami turned, still sitting on the highest point in the crater atop the largest mound of rubble. He'd been tracking the scent of a particularly curious hollow for quite some time, his hand never more than a few inches from his zanpakuto. He didn't sense anything particularly hostile about the creature, but it was keeping him distracted enough that he'd prefer if the creature made itself known as merely an observer, or a legitimate threat.
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Lifting his long since crushed phone from his sleeve, Kionchi chuckled to himself as he thought of the excuse he'd have to give for his absence. He didn't want to use the same excuse twice, but it served him well enough. Erasmus had called for Kionchi, and if the King really was rampaging across Soul Society it made sense that he'd use him as an unwitting spy. Hell, Kionchi probably wouldn't even have to beg for harakiri if he gave Shun and Tokiyo another cookie. Perhaps uncovering the nature of his blindness? It wouldn't be quite as savory as the last time he had to come clean about his vacation, but it'd do. It might even make up for his habitual tardiness. To think it had been about a year since portals erupted across Seireitei, and Kionchi just barely made it in time to take part in the tail end of that party. Maybe he just liked being fashionably late.
"If you are just here to take in the sights, you might as well take a seat up here with me."
The shinigami turned, still sitting on the highest point in the crater atop the largest mound of rubble. He'd been tracking the scent of a particularly curious hollow for quite some time, his hand never more than a few inches from his zanpakuto. He didn't sense anything particularly hostile about the creature, but it was keeping him distracted enough that he'd prefer if the creature made itself known as merely an observer, or a legitimate threat.
435/435
