Post by Eurynomos on Nov 24, 2016 17:52:05 GMT -5
Aaah... It was good to be back in the water. He'd relax slightly, allowing himself to unwind, feeling the weightlessness help him unfurl his full form out, becoming like a large untangled mess of sea weed. The days of late had been hot, and while he'd spend some of his days wandering the cool shadowy depths of Hueco Mundo, his preferred prey were still a mostly Earth bound specimen. After all this time he'd finally managed to get himself back to the seas, it'd been far too long. He'd spent too many days, soaking in the sights, exploring the strange world of Japan. Oddly enough, in all his time, he'd never actually seen it before. However, now that he spoke and read the language, there was no reason he shouldn't take advantage of that... though he would have preferred to have explored and discovered these things with the one who'd taught him Japanese. There was the slightest pang, even though it'd been over a year now, his more recent loss still stabbed at him from time to time. That said, he'd had the chance to acclimate to that, and while at first it pained him a bit to remember who he was now here without, he'd soon put it aside as as to allow himself to enjoy the new sights.
So he'd have a week of tourism, got to meet (and eat) the people, saw the sights, tasted the atmosphere, and so on. It'd been good, like a mini holiday in which he could get away from it all. If he were to do it again though, he'd come in the Autumn or the Spring. It'd been far too hot. Compared to the modern day streets, shimmering hazes of heat rising off the concrete, the water was cool. Despite the hunger, that he was starting to feel, even now, after such a brief break from surface walking, a part of him didn't want to leave the oceans. Fortunately, it seemed like the warmer days were beginning to come to an end, and perhaps he wouldn't have so much to deter him from returning to the inland areas. Hopefully he'd have a bit of time before the cold bite of winter came around, but this too was something he had to contend with. He didn't know what it was, surprisingly, his study of the sciences not extending to this field, but it seemed that more so than ever, these days, he was having to face the extremes of conditions, hot and cold, as the seasons went by.
As he began to swim back towards the shore, to a little secluded cove from where he'd set off, he would see, peeking his head up above the water line, a small truck headed down the road. At first, he paid it little heed. Even if there was a chance of someone setting themselves up on that little beach, he'd simply walk past them. However, as he watched it draw closer, he sensed an energy. Instinctively, he'd draw back away from the surface and re-establish a firm suppression of his own spiritual pressure. Just a little bit, he'd pull some of his long tentacles in, wrapping them around himself defensively. That had been the one thing about Tokyo he'd not enjoyed. While the culture and people were interesting and delicious, there was far too much activity from Spiritualist and Shinigami and other such beings. Of course, it was a safe bet that now, this far away from the city, there'd be nobody around, besides this one individual, who'd have any sort of heightened spiritual pressure. So what then? Well, he was starting to feel a little hungry, and while he'd had his fill of souls fairly recently, he wouldn't say no to a bit of extra Reiatsu, and some fun, if they looked like they would be.
He'd fully establish the concealment of his energy, and slowly swim inland. As he did so, he'd release from the pores of his skin a thick, slimy substance, almost like syrup, which would dissolve in the sea water. The vapours mixing in with the thin layer of mist already present, a more thick and virulent cloud would form, flowing over the surface of the water in a pattern of strange swirls. Visually concealed by both the mist and the froth of the sea, even if a glimpse of him was caught, he'd only appear, at a distance, as a mess of dark, but nothing identifiable. By the time individual of heightened energy had come to the beach, Eurynomos would have already settled and laid himself down, still on the sand beneath the water's surface. As the girl stepped out of her truck and stepped forth onto the sand, he felt a quickening of his heart. She was small, and if he hadn't noticed that she had been the one apparently driving the vehicle, he might have worried about her age. Her hair was long and dark, her skin pale and smooth and, in some ways, she reminded him of a cute, dark haired French girl he'd once known. The swimsuit was nice, and it was even better when she shrugged off her sweater and that was all she was wearing.
For a moment, he wondered how to approach. He could come out of the water, but it was possible that a direct confrontation would not go well. Could he sneak around, come at her from behind or from the side? Well, however he thought to deal with that particular problem, it would appear that there would be no need. As she pulled from her truck a long surfboard, much to his excitement, he realised that she would be coming to him. How close would she get? Could she get all the way, right on top of him, before noticing he was there? He lay there, still, now considering how best to approach her, not so much physically, but in other ways. Oh, she was perfect. So petite and young, gorgeous skin, a face that seemed like that of a princess. He could easily imagine her being innocent and unsuspecting... well then, perhaps that would the game he'd play. Maybe he'd pray on that to get close enough.
As she paddled closer, he'd grow more anxious, concerned that at any moment, he'd be noticed. However, as the angle between him and his unsuspecting prey, brought the very surfboard she was on up as a blind spot, preventing a line of sight between himself and the girl, he knew that he had her. She'd tied a cord, attached to the board to her ankle, and it seemed that it would be difficult for her to part from it quickly. By now, she'd likely have found herself at the edge of the mists above, discovering it to have a sweet scent. Eurynomos's secretions, whether inhaled, ingested, or absorbed through the skin, usually had an intoxicating effect of his victims, but he doubted with this much exposure she'd be feeling it now, all that much. What then? Deeper into the mists, he supposed. No need to come onto the land, he would take her out into the waters.
Slowly and carefully, he reached up a single long tentacle. For a moment he considered going for her legs, dangling on either side of her board, but he decided instead to go for the board. Gently as possible, the touch probably feeling like the slightest of bumps, Eurynomos would attach a tip of one of his long appendages to the nose of her surfboard, the sucker on the underside getting a firm grip. Then gradually, he'd begin to drag her further out. He'd keep a careful eye on her, whenever she looked like she might be shifting, trying to move, he'd give the board a gentle rock, to keep her off balance. He'd move subtly below, keeping his energy hidden. Hopefully, if he was doing this right, she might think herself caught in a strange current.
Word Count: 1333
Total GP: 26
OOC: Well then... this should be fun...
So he'd have a week of tourism, got to meet (and eat) the people, saw the sights, tasted the atmosphere, and so on. It'd been good, like a mini holiday in which he could get away from it all. If he were to do it again though, he'd come in the Autumn or the Spring. It'd been far too hot. Compared to the modern day streets, shimmering hazes of heat rising off the concrete, the water was cool. Despite the hunger, that he was starting to feel, even now, after such a brief break from surface walking, a part of him didn't want to leave the oceans. Fortunately, it seemed like the warmer days were beginning to come to an end, and perhaps he wouldn't have so much to deter him from returning to the inland areas. Hopefully he'd have a bit of time before the cold bite of winter came around, but this too was something he had to contend with. He didn't know what it was, surprisingly, his study of the sciences not extending to this field, but it seemed that more so than ever, these days, he was having to face the extremes of conditions, hot and cold, as the seasons went by.
As he began to swim back towards the shore, to a little secluded cove from where he'd set off, he would see, peeking his head up above the water line, a small truck headed down the road. At first, he paid it little heed. Even if there was a chance of someone setting themselves up on that little beach, he'd simply walk past them. However, as he watched it draw closer, he sensed an energy. Instinctively, he'd draw back away from the surface and re-establish a firm suppression of his own spiritual pressure. Just a little bit, he'd pull some of his long tentacles in, wrapping them around himself defensively. That had been the one thing about Tokyo he'd not enjoyed. While the culture and people were interesting and delicious, there was far too much activity from Spiritualist and Shinigami and other such beings. Of course, it was a safe bet that now, this far away from the city, there'd be nobody around, besides this one individual, who'd have any sort of heightened spiritual pressure. So what then? Well, he was starting to feel a little hungry, and while he'd had his fill of souls fairly recently, he wouldn't say no to a bit of extra Reiatsu, and some fun, if they looked like they would be.
He'd fully establish the concealment of his energy, and slowly swim inland. As he did so, he'd release from the pores of his skin a thick, slimy substance, almost like syrup, which would dissolve in the sea water. The vapours mixing in with the thin layer of mist already present, a more thick and virulent cloud would form, flowing over the surface of the water in a pattern of strange swirls. Visually concealed by both the mist and the froth of the sea, even if a glimpse of him was caught, he'd only appear, at a distance, as a mess of dark, but nothing identifiable. By the time individual of heightened energy had come to the beach, Eurynomos would have already settled and laid himself down, still on the sand beneath the water's surface. As the girl stepped out of her truck and stepped forth onto the sand, he felt a quickening of his heart. She was small, and if he hadn't noticed that she had been the one apparently driving the vehicle, he might have worried about her age. Her hair was long and dark, her skin pale and smooth and, in some ways, she reminded him of a cute, dark haired French girl he'd once known. The swimsuit was nice, and it was even better when she shrugged off her sweater and that was all she was wearing.
For a moment, he wondered how to approach. He could come out of the water, but it was possible that a direct confrontation would not go well. Could he sneak around, come at her from behind or from the side? Well, however he thought to deal with that particular problem, it would appear that there would be no need. As she pulled from her truck a long surfboard, much to his excitement, he realised that she would be coming to him. How close would she get? Could she get all the way, right on top of him, before noticing he was there? He lay there, still, now considering how best to approach her, not so much physically, but in other ways. Oh, she was perfect. So petite and young, gorgeous skin, a face that seemed like that of a princess. He could easily imagine her being innocent and unsuspecting... well then, perhaps that would the game he'd play. Maybe he'd pray on that to get close enough.
As she paddled closer, he'd grow more anxious, concerned that at any moment, he'd be noticed. However, as the angle between him and his unsuspecting prey, brought the very surfboard she was on up as a blind spot, preventing a line of sight between himself and the girl, he knew that he had her. She'd tied a cord, attached to the board to her ankle, and it seemed that it would be difficult for her to part from it quickly. By now, she'd likely have found herself at the edge of the mists above, discovering it to have a sweet scent. Eurynomos's secretions, whether inhaled, ingested, or absorbed through the skin, usually had an intoxicating effect of his victims, but he doubted with this much exposure she'd be feeling it now, all that much. What then? Deeper into the mists, he supposed. No need to come onto the land, he would take her out into the waters.
Slowly and carefully, he reached up a single long tentacle. For a moment he considered going for her legs, dangling on either side of her board, but he decided instead to go for the board. Gently as possible, the touch probably feeling like the slightest of bumps, Eurynomos would attach a tip of one of his long appendages to the nose of her surfboard, the sucker on the underside getting a firm grip. Then gradually, he'd begin to drag her further out. He'd keep a careful eye on her, whenever she looked like she might be shifting, trying to move, he'd give the board a gentle rock, to keep her off balance. He'd move subtly below, keeping his energy hidden. Hopefully, if he was doing this right, she might think herself caught in a strange current.
Word Count: 1333
Total GP: 26
OOC: Well then... this should be fun...