Post by Eve Avana on Sept 27, 2016 18:00:20 GMT -5
What was Hueco Mundo to the lone Vaizard at this point? Home? A bittersweet memory? Was she even welcomed there? Given the events prior in the Seireitei, she had to wonder if she was even considered “Espada” anymore. Were there any Espada to speak of? So many questions, so little answers. The place was, even more so than normal, a ghost town. Vague whispers of souls that used to be there lingered, granting blurry after images of their story. A hazy, otherwise useless skill she had learned to focus on as she grew more accustomed to her new eyes. Whispers and haunting imagery would dance around in the corners of her eyes, hinting at the very real presence that had been there not but a day ago.
She certainly had come a long way since the days of blindly shoving her hands around in people’s souls.
Las Noches had seen better days. Perhaps not as bad as the war, or even the events after Tova, but it was still pitiful nonetheless. Part of the ceiling had collapsed, letting a few rays of sunlight desperately reach into the eternal darkness of Hueco Mundo. Their fingers made jagged and ominous by the uneven cuts and breaks along the ceiling. The inside was just about the same. Buildings hardly stood. People barely existed. It wasn’t anything more than a memory of a lost place. A memory of a lost home.
Eve couldn’t help but frown.
Slow, plodding steps carried through the sand and over undusted walkways. Nothing much to see other than fading memories of Robert and Erasmus. A few ghosts of panicked Hollows danced by, their blurred images giving nothing more than hints to the chaos Erasmus had unleashed everywhere he had gone. At the very least, he did a good job of seeing just who was loyal to this rundown place.
Quietly, she reached into the distance. Surely, she wasn’t entirely alone. It was ludicrous to think every single Hollow had bailed after the events just a few weeks ago. And yet, she found mostly solitude. A stray, insignificant ping would hit her senses and promise that some weaker lifeform was skittering about, but they weren’t worth the effort; she wasn’t hungry enough, in all honesty. It wasn’t until she had made it a fair distance into the ghost town that something caught her mental eye. Small, yes. Quiet, yes. But something of note. Something greater than the bottom feeders that preyed on the lingering reishi from the fighting.
Ever so casually, she turned towards the source of the presence, her metaphorical hands tickling and tasting the new signature. Small. Waiting. Persistent. Those words struck harder as Eve closed the distance. Weak and immature, sure, but that potential was there. Hiding away in a shell of isolation bound by self-given duties.
It reminded her a lot of herself.
“Lonely?” She called out the very second she stepped around the corner and came within earshot of the Arrancar. “I thought everyone had packed it in and called it good game.”
A smile, friendly and polite as ever. How often was it that a perceived Shinigami just strolled into Las Noches like they owned the place? Sure, she had similarities to her former self, though she doubted a strange would be able to put two and two together. Perhaps, Eve’s only saving grace was how easily she let her power flow out under her. A subtle warning not to do anything stupid. A subtle hint that they were on the same side.
“Is there anything left here?” Eve sighed as she stopped just a meter or two away from the other woman. “A leader? Espada? Arrancar? It’s all so… Dead.”
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She certainly had come a long way since the days of blindly shoving her hands around in people’s souls.
Las Noches had seen better days. Perhaps not as bad as the war, or even the events after Tova, but it was still pitiful nonetheless. Part of the ceiling had collapsed, letting a few rays of sunlight desperately reach into the eternal darkness of Hueco Mundo. Their fingers made jagged and ominous by the uneven cuts and breaks along the ceiling. The inside was just about the same. Buildings hardly stood. People barely existed. It wasn’t anything more than a memory of a lost place. A memory of a lost home.
Eve couldn’t help but frown.
Slow, plodding steps carried through the sand and over undusted walkways. Nothing much to see other than fading memories of Robert and Erasmus. A few ghosts of panicked Hollows danced by, their blurred images giving nothing more than hints to the chaos Erasmus had unleashed everywhere he had gone. At the very least, he did a good job of seeing just who was loyal to this rundown place.
Quietly, she reached into the distance. Surely, she wasn’t entirely alone. It was ludicrous to think every single Hollow had bailed after the events just a few weeks ago. And yet, she found mostly solitude. A stray, insignificant ping would hit her senses and promise that some weaker lifeform was skittering about, but they weren’t worth the effort; she wasn’t hungry enough, in all honesty. It wasn’t until she had made it a fair distance into the ghost town that something caught her mental eye. Small, yes. Quiet, yes. But something of note. Something greater than the bottom feeders that preyed on the lingering reishi from the fighting.
Ever so casually, she turned towards the source of the presence, her metaphorical hands tickling and tasting the new signature. Small. Waiting. Persistent. Those words struck harder as Eve closed the distance. Weak and immature, sure, but that potential was there. Hiding away in a shell of isolation bound by self-given duties.
It reminded her a lot of herself.
“Lonely?” She called out the very second she stepped around the corner and came within earshot of the Arrancar. “I thought everyone had packed it in and called it good game.”
A smile, friendly and polite as ever. How often was it that a perceived Shinigami just strolled into Las Noches like they owned the place? Sure, she had similarities to her former self, though she doubted a strange would be able to put two and two together. Perhaps, Eve’s only saving grace was how easily she let her power flow out under her. A subtle warning not to do anything stupid. A subtle hint that they were on the same side.
“Is there anything left here?” Eve sighed as she stopped just a meter or two away from the other woman. “A leader? Espada? Arrancar? It’s all so… Dead.”
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