Post by Shun Minamoto on Jan 2, 2017 20:03:14 GMT -5
Yet again, Shun chose to challenge himself.
Now that he had begun to understand the ideas behind these universe, how they worked, how they diverged, and how their histories came to be, Shun’s got more and more precise with the worlds he picked out. Going to his specific home still was still out of reach—too many things to hold in his mind all at once—but going to worlds with particular details was well within his grasp.
Now, he wanted to expand that.
This time, he sought out a world of great personal risk, to test his determination against something that might post real danger to his life. He started to think about Hueco Mundo, and Las Noches within, and the constant power struggle between the opposing fortresses. He was in an alternate Seireitei at the time, and began to form in his mind the basis for a world that resulted in a much more powerful Las Noches.
Instead of a specific place, or a specific person, a specific sort of history.
Unfortunately, appearing in the desert of Hueco Mundo with little more than a castle—one full of people who would want to eat him, nonetheless—gave him few opportunities to figure out what was going on. But there was one thing that told him he wouldn’t have to go back to the Seireitei of this world to find someone to talk to: There was a presence, a decently sized one at that, outside the walls. He wouldn’t have to go too far to, maybe, find someone who knew something.
On top of that, a presence out here in this huge desert was a rare find indeed. Unless they were fighting, or eating, Hollow didn’t typically linger on the surface for too long. The Quartz Forest below attracted far more attention.
Which turned this mystery person into a bit of an enigma.
Another perk of all of Shun’s practice, which was slowly but surely revealing the secrets of how this worked to the man, was that he could use his other abilities shortly after teleporting. So no longer did he need to race across the desert of Hueco Mundo, or through the streets of Rukongai or the Seireitei, just to get somewhere or do something.
Instead, he vanished from his point of arrival in this universe, and reappeared just a few meters away from the person in question.
An Arrancar woman, at first glance. Long hair, dark skin, and an odd heat that seemed to radiate off of her body. Shun’s first reaction, of course, was that she was one of the ugliest women he had ever seen, even for an Arrancar. Something more truly monstrous, which was actually very fitting, given what she was.
“Sorry to startle you,” Shun apologized to the Arrancar. “I need some information, and I’m hoping you might be able to help me.”
His Bankai had already receded from the teleportation and he kept the sword, tied by sash around his waist, where it belonged. Too often had he created disaster with his own two hands by simply cutting first and asking questions never, just like how he had lived his entire life.
There were other things afoot, other priorities, and bit by bit, Shun was starting to understand what Consequence meant.
“I hate being pushy, but if you know anything at all, I’m going to have to insist,” he pressed, just so she’d realize how serious he was.
After all, even if he didn’t kill her, he didn’t have to like her.
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Now that he had begun to understand the ideas behind these universe, how they worked, how they diverged, and how their histories came to be, Shun’s got more and more precise with the worlds he picked out. Going to his specific home still was still out of reach—too many things to hold in his mind all at once—but going to worlds with particular details was well within his grasp.
Now, he wanted to expand that.
This time, he sought out a world of great personal risk, to test his determination against something that might post real danger to his life. He started to think about Hueco Mundo, and Las Noches within, and the constant power struggle between the opposing fortresses. He was in an alternate Seireitei at the time, and began to form in his mind the basis for a world that resulted in a much more powerful Las Noches.
Instead of a specific place, or a specific person, a specific sort of history.
Unfortunately, appearing in the desert of Hueco Mundo with little more than a castle—one full of people who would want to eat him, nonetheless—gave him few opportunities to figure out what was going on. But there was one thing that told him he wouldn’t have to go back to the Seireitei of this world to find someone to talk to: There was a presence, a decently sized one at that, outside the walls. He wouldn’t have to go too far to, maybe, find someone who knew something.
On top of that, a presence out here in this huge desert was a rare find indeed. Unless they were fighting, or eating, Hollow didn’t typically linger on the surface for too long. The Quartz Forest below attracted far more attention.
Which turned this mystery person into a bit of an enigma.
Another perk of all of Shun’s practice, which was slowly but surely revealing the secrets of how this worked to the man, was that he could use his other abilities shortly after teleporting. So no longer did he need to race across the desert of Hueco Mundo, or through the streets of Rukongai or the Seireitei, just to get somewhere or do something.
Instead, he vanished from his point of arrival in this universe, and reappeared just a few meters away from the person in question.
An Arrancar woman, at first glance. Long hair, dark skin, and an odd heat that seemed to radiate off of her body. Shun’s first reaction, of course, was that she was one of the ugliest women he had ever seen, even for an Arrancar. Something more truly monstrous, which was actually very fitting, given what she was.
“Sorry to startle you,” Shun apologized to the Arrancar. “I need some information, and I’m hoping you might be able to help me.”
His Bankai had already receded from the teleportation and he kept the sword, tied by sash around his waist, where it belonged. Too often had he created disaster with his own two hands by simply cutting first and asking questions never, just like how he had lived his entire life.
There were other things afoot, other priorities, and bit by bit, Shun was starting to understand what Consequence meant.
“I hate being pushy, but if you know anything at all, I’m going to have to insist,” he pressed, just so she’d realize how serious he was.
After all, even if he didn’t kill her, he didn’t have to like her.
*****
590 Words
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