Post by Mirabelle Bonnet on Jan 4, 2017 12:16:32 GMT -5
An eerie almost hollow sound pressed from between the Songbird's lips as she sat in her cell. She couldn't tell how long she'd been imprisoned for, all time was lost to her in her cell of Sekkiseki, but for however long it had been the tune of her song had risen and fell in time with her waking from the throws of her inner world. The cell, what little of it there was anyway, came into focus as the delirium of the Witch's realm faded away.
The room was little more than a broom closet made from the spirit sucking stone. She faced a sturdy door, what it was made of she couldn't tell and she hadn't been bothered enough to feel for herself, that fit snugly into the cut stone. Beyond that there was not much else added to the room. A small hole for bodily excrement being the only "amenity" the room could boast. What little light there was filtered down from small holes in the ceiling, which separated the prisoners from the bulbs.
A small pile of food sat in the corner to the right of the door, most of it in the beginning stages of rot. She'd not eaten since the day they'd closed her door and if she could help it she wouldn't until the day she was freed. The growing gnawing feeling in her stomach begged her to nibble on the tiniest scrap she could find but she refused. It was a small action, but it was a protest. The new regime could do what they pleased to her, and keep her for as long as they wished, but she would not bow to them.
Despite the cleanliness of the room for what it was, ashy white dust covered her disheveled uniform and person like a second skin. Even as the sands of time had worn away the bindings on her wrists to nothingness her hands sat limply at her sides which allowed the dust to settle even on her shoulders and arms, evidence of her not using her regained full use of motion. Overall the impression was that she'd been left alone in the cell for months, in spite of the fact that she'd only been incarcerated for a few days at most.
Her mind swam with newfound information. The time she'd spent in the cell had not been spent idly. What she'd learned may not be of use any time soon, but she knew it would be of use eventually and that was the important part.
"About time" she called over the scraping of the door across the stone floor. Her voice broke the tune of her song, gravely in comparison to her music-speech. Light from the hallway pierced the near dark of her cell, wrapping around the intruder and turning the figure into little more than the vaguest silhouette. "I've been lonely, don't you know? It's nice to finally have some company."
As her eyes began to adjust to the new level of light, the hazy outline became slightly more detailed. The heavy fabric outline of a haori came into view, narrowing down the identity of the intruder to being one of three people. The zanpakuto that followed was unfamiliar, and the shapely curves of a woman's body was no help at all due to the only remaining captains after Shun's and Commander Fujikagi's disappearances all being female. What put the proverbial nail in the coffin was the brief glimpse of snow white hair.
She had to admit, she was surprised. She'd known that some sort of questioning was coming her way, but she'd had no idea it would be by the Commander herself. It was almost laughable though. She'd gone her whole career unseated and had done nothing more than speak a few measly sentences, and yet the Captain Commander of all people saw fit to question her.
"Commander, Shinoda was it?" her lips twisted themselves into a grin, her voice thick with mock respect. "What can I do for you?"
[WC: 671][TWC: 671]
The room was little more than a broom closet made from the spirit sucking stone. She faced a sturdy door, what it was made of she couldn't tell and she hadn't been bothered enough to feel for herself, that fit snugly into the cut stone. Beyond that there was not much else added to the room. A small hole for bodily excrement being the only "amenity" the room could boast. What little light there was filtered down from small holes in the ceiling, which separated the prisoners from the bulbs.
A small pile of food sat in the corner to the right of the door, most of it in the beginning stages of rot. She'd not eaten since the day they'd closed her door and if she could help it she wouldn't until the day she was freed. The growing gnawing feeling in her stomach begged her to nibble on the tiniest scrap she could find but she refused. It was a small action, but it was a protest. The new regime could do what they pleased to her, and keep her for as long as they wished, but she would not bow to them.
Despite the cleanliness of the room for what it was, ashy white dust covered her disheveled uniform and person like a second skin. Even as the sands of time had worn away the bindings on her wrists to nothingness her hands sat limply at her sides which allowed the dust to settle even on her shoulders and arms, evidence of her not using her regained full use of motion. Overall the impression was that she'd been left alone in the cell for months, in spite of the fact that she'd only been incarcerated for a few days at most.
Her mind swam with newfound information. The time she'd spent in the cell had not been spent idly. What she'd learned may not be of use any time soon, but she knew it would be of use eventually and that was the important part.
"About time" she called over the scraping of the door across the stone floor. Her voice broke the tune of her song, gravely in comparison to her music-speech. Light from the hallway pierced the near dark of her cell, wrapping around the intruder and turning the figure into little more than the vaguest silhouette. "I've been lonely, don't you know? It's nice to finally have some company."
As her eyes began to adjust to the new level of light, the hazy outline became slightly more detailed. The heavy fabric outline of a haori came into view, narrowing down the identity of the intruder to being one of three people. The zanpakuto that followed was unfamiliar, and the shapely curves of a woman's body was no help at all due to the only remaining captains after Shun's and Commander Fujikagi's disappearances all being female. What put the proverbial nail in the coffin was the brief glimpse of snow white hair.
She had to admit, she was surprised. She'd known that some sort of questioning was coming her way, but she'd had no idea it would be by the Commander herself. It was almost laughable though. She'd gone her whole career unseated and had done nothing more than speak a few measly sentences, and yet the Captain Commander of all people saw fit to question her.
"Commander, Shinoda was it?" her lips twisted themselves into a grin, her voice thick with mock respect. "What can I do for you?"
[WC: 671][TWC: 671]
