Post by Consumption on Jan 31, 2017 19:51:42 GMT -5
Consumption, having dropped off his latest acquisition for the Queen's inspection, dragged his raggedy ass back to Tres Cifras. The fight had been thrilling, besting that tentacle beast, but it had also been a fleeting victory. Such thrills, for the Arrancar, always were. Then of course there was the aftermath of the situation. Physical injury, the burns from its strangle hold upon his body, the welts from the frantic pummeling at the end before it finally lost consciousness, these all needed time to mend. What was tantalizing was the difficulty he had in making the capture. There was a lot to be said about pitting oneself against a formidable enemy. Thriving on the rush of battle, sizing up your opponent, and risking your life in the process really made him feel alive. More importantly, it gave him the drive to want to train harder, to push himself to the limits and strain his body to reach new heights. It had been touch and go this time. Next time he might not get so lucky.
Luck was exactly what had been the deciding factor of the day, fortunately she had smiled in his favor. If Consumption had not seen the opening and made the first move, if Eurynomos had not miscalculated and wasted time hurling bits of that corpse at him, then it would have been a completely different story. That was just not acceptable. With heavy footfalls, these thoughts occupying his mind, he now paced down the corridor through the Privaron Espada residence, winging up at the rooms that Tauro and himself had claimed for their own. They could have set up anywhere, to be honest, but it would do Tauro good to be reminded of the position he was in to keep that fire stoked and drive him on. There was no way that he wanted to go back down into the pit of despair of the last few years all over again.
He pushed open the massive stone doors to their quarters, and wandered through the common room. This was a huge hall with vaulted ceilings, the kind that gave a man room to breath. The Arrancar had spent considerable time knocking down walls and laying out the groundwork for this residence, but then he always had enjoyed the meticulous business of constructing a lair. For certain it would not look like their quarters were any different from all the rest, save for them being quite large. Consumption didn't care much for feeling like he was caged in a box. But there were underground areas as well, perfectly concealed from the causal eye. Only an idiot closed himself into a box with no back door, and in Consumption's case, several route of escape.
The place was spartan decorated, a few choice trophies taken in battle were hung upon the walls or free standing in niches carved out of the stone walls just for that express purpose. Naturally a collection of weapons were given prominence, each hung within a wrack to display them properly as well as to have them easily accessible. The due were prone to training in the grand hall, which accounted for the open space of the chamber. There was a slightly raised dais, but a slight step up from the level of the main floor, upon which were arranged a few tables and couches upon which to be seated. The chamber was well lighted, but could be adjusted for convenience. Consumption's living quarters were off to the right while Tauro's to the left. Who knew what he had in there for the man had never intruded upon the sanctity of his domain. To the back of the chamber were the usual assortment of areas, those for bathing and eating and the like.
Crossing the expanse of the hall, he moved into the kitchen and prepared himself some tea, then repaired back to the seating area to relax and let his body heal. Reclining upon the couch, he sipped at his tea before setting the cup down on the low table and close his eyes. Rest first, then training. It was but just another day in the cycle. Already his burns were mending, the bruising upon his skin fading from dark purple to pale blue. It would not be long before they would no longer be visible at all. He scratched lightly at his face around the remnants of his mask. Before drifting off to sleep, he wondered how Tauro was faring this day.
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Luck was exactly what had been the deciding factor of the day, fortunately she had smiled in his favor. If Consumption had not seen the opening and made the first move, if Eurynomos had not miscalculated and wasted time hurling bits of that corpse at him, then it would have been a completely different story. That was just not acceptable. With heavy footfalls, these thoughts occupying his mind, he now paced down the corridor through the Privaron Espada residence, winging up at the rooms that Tauro and himself had claimed for their own. They could have set up anywhere, to be honest, but it would do Tauro good to be reminded of the position he was in to keep that fire stoked and drive him on. There was no way that he wanted to go back down into the pit of despair of the last few years all over again.
He pushed open the massive stone doors to their quarters, and wandered through the common room. This was a huge hall with vaulted ceilings, the kind that gave a man room to breath. The Arrancar had spent considerable time knocking down walls and laying out the groundwork for this residence, but then he always had enjoyed the meticulous business of constructing a lair. For certain it would not look like their quarters were any different from all the rest, save for them being quite large. Consumption didn't care much for feeling like he was caged in a box. But there were underground areas as well, perfectly concealed from the causal eye. Only an idiot closed himself into a box with no back door, and in Consumption's case, several route of escape.
The place was spartan decorated, a few choice trophies taken in battle were hung upon the walls or free standing in niches carved out of the stone walls just for that express purpose. Naturally a collection of weapons were given prominence, each hung within a wrack to display them properly as well as to have them easily accessible. The due were prone to training in the grand hall, which accounted for the open space of the chamber. There was a slightly raised dais, but a slight step up from the level of the main floor, upon which were arranged a few tables and couches upon which to be seated. The chamber was well lighted, but could be adjusted for convenience. Consumption's living quarters were off to the right while Tauro's to the left. Who knew what he had in there for the man had never intruded upon the sanctity of his domain. To the back of the chamber were the usual assortment of areas, those for bathing and eating and the like.
Crossing the expanse of the hall, he moved into the kitchen and prepared himself some tea, then repaired back to the seating area to relax and let his body heal. Reclining upon the couch, he sipped at his tea before setting the cup down on the low table and close his eyes. Rest first, then training. It was but just another day in the cycle. Already his burns were mending, the bruising upon his skin fading from dark purple to pale blue. It would not be long before they would no longer be visible at all. He scratched lightly at his face around the remnants of his mask. Before drifting off to sleep, he wondered how Tauro was faring this day.
Word Count: 748
