Post by Arteran on Jan 2, 2017 19:14:12 GMT -5
Contrary to popular belief, the night was not quiet, nor has it ever been so. Even in the Seiretei, possibly as far as one could get from the forests and sprawling villages that made up the Rukongai, the night was not quiet. The sounds of the small birds that made their homes in the rafters of the great temple-like buildings of the Serietei as the settled during the night mixed with the dull murmer of voices coming from the various buildings where Shinigami chose to gather and forgo sleep, either for duty or pleasure. These sounds and several others flowed through the streets of the Serietei and pervaded the atmosphere, rising up to meet Arteran as he sat cross-legged on the roof of the second division barracks.
Arteran could hear all of these sounds, but none of them mattered to him, as his attention was wholly focused on the item resting in his hands before him. It was a deceptively simple item, a small flute. It wasn't fancy, it was a simple silver colored flute, but Arteran didn't care about the looks of the instrument, rather he cared about the sound it could make, and the state of being it brought about for him. With a deep breath he brought the instrument to his lips, and began to play.
As the first long, haunting note echoed out across the rooftops the world melted away from before Arteran and he found himself standing on the surface of the moon, the clear expanse of the night sky all around him. To any near to Arteran's physical body at the time there would be no change, other than the changes in his song, as notes began to flow into the wind.
Inside his spirit world, coinciding with the change in his music, the stars in the sky began to pulse as a voice echoed around him.
Again you are here. You are here to strengthen us, to strengthen yourself. Why?
Arteran fought the urge to glower at the empty expanse before him and schooled his face into a neutral expression.
You know why I'm here. I will find out what happened to her.
And if you don't like what you find?
Then I'll deal with it.
It's how you will deal with it that I'm worried about. You have no support network, no allies or friends to fall back on, you need those if you hope to come out of this even remotely whole.
We'll see.
Let us begin.
With that the dust coating the moon began to rise and shift until it took on the form of hollows from the most basic of hollows, up to adjuchas class.
The ensuing fight, the battle in which Arteran aimed to forge himself, raged on in his inner world, coinciding with the rise and fall of his song. Sharp notes and clashing steel, sweeping tones and swishing robes. The song told the story of the fight, of the struggle to become better, but eventually it slowed, and stopped, prompting Arteran to slowly open his eyes.
Immediately he felt the presence of someone nearby, "Can I help you?"
Word count:528
GP gain:10
Arteran could hear all of these sounds, but none of them mattered to him, as his attention was wholly focused on the item resting in his hands before him. It was a deceptively simple item, a small flute. It wasn't fancy, it was a simple silver colored flute, but Arteran didn't care about the looks of the instrument, rather he cared about the sound it could make, and the state of being it brought about for him. With a deep breath he brought the instrument to his lips, and began to play.
As the first long, haunting note echoed out across the rooftops the world melted away from before Arteran and he found himself standing on the surface of the moon, the clear expanse of the night sky all around him. To any near to Arteran's physical body at the time there would be no change, other than the changes in his song, as notes began to flow into the wind.
Inside his spirit world, coinciding with the change in his music, the stars in the sky began to pulse as a voice echoed around him.
Again you are here. You are here to strengthen us, to strengthen yourself. Why?
Arteran fought the urge to glower at the empty expanse before him and schooled his face into a neutral expression.
You know why I'm here. I will find out what happened to her.
And if you don't like what you find?
Then I'll deal with it.
It's how you will deal with it that I'm worried about. You have no support network, no allies or friends to fall back on, you need those if you hope to come out of this even remotely whole.
We'll see.
Let us begin.
With that the dust coating the moon began to rise and shift until it took on the form of hollows from the most basic of hollows, up to adjuchas class.
The ensuing fight, the battle in which Arteran aimed to forge himself, raged on in his inner world, coinciding with the rise and fall of his song. Sharp notes and clashing steel, sweeping tones and swishing robes. The song told the story of the fight, of the struggle to become better, but eventually it slowed, and stopped, prompting Arteran to slowly open his eyes.
Immediately he felt the presence of someone nearby, "Can I help you?"
Word count:528
GP gain:10
