Post by Tony Aleksander on Mar 14, 2017 22:50:32 GMT -5
Tony lay down upon the worn dusty mat, arms behind his head, staring into the ceiling of his decrepit hut. Though it had been many years since he last lived in the Rukongai, he found it wasnt all that hard to transition back into the lifestyle. Of course there was one vital difference between then and now. Perhaps the greatest being that he was a Shinigami. Or at least he was one. Up until that incident wherein he aided Atraerus in escaping the academy. Now he's supposedly dead.
The thought evoked a small chuckle from Tony, sending the hanging dust into lazy spirals about him. The warm light of the morning warmed his faced where it was able to penetrate through the boarded up windows. The hut was small, barely large enough to house his mat and a small wood furnace. The door was little more than a thin sheet of wood propped against the hut. From a crack beside the door a small string was attached to a bell. This bell was his early warning system in case of visitors.
The hut was situated amongst a sea of trees, somewhere in the far outreaches of southern Rukongai. Far from any town, Tony had been subsistence living in this area for some time now. He had depended on rudimentary traps to catch food till now.
Tony had been lying awake since just before dawn, he had been awoken by a dream. Not a normal nightmare in which some creature attacks; no this dream was becoming a recurring episode during his sleeping hours. Yet unlike every other night, he remembered the ending this time.
{Tony was walking down what appeared to be a city of brick and concrete. He was much younger in his dream than he was now. Great brick buildings rose all around him, their size second only to the movement he saw about him. Yet despite these seemingly fantastic sights, Tony felt pangs of nostalgia. He was halfway down the street when a voice snorted in his ear.
"Oi, outsider" , chuckled a rather unpleasant obese pig faced boy. "Didn't I says to you, to not ever lemme sees you agin'." He bared his ugly yellow teeth, his lackey's surrounded Tony cutting off his escape. "I guess you didn't hear me last time... dontcha worry", his snarl curled into smile, "I'll fix dat'". They grabbed Tony, dragging him kicking and screaming to an abandoned warehouse.
They tied Tony up to a chair. Hands bound behind him, feet taped to the chairs. They stuffed a sock into his mouth to muffle his cries. The fat boy smiled, from his pocket he pulled a switchblade. "Hey man wait up, whatchu doin? I thought we's was just fittin to scare him a bit", one of his goons was clearly unsettled. The blood had left his face leaving him pale as a sheet.
"Shut it you ninny," he snapped back, "I'll do what I very well wanna do. He's just an outsider. He means nuttin." The boy croaked at the reproach he'd received.
The boy turned back on Tony giggling, giggling as though he had just received a new toy. He looked greedily at Tony, running the point of the blade along Tony's face. "Hey there outsider, I'll mark you for what you are", again another chuckle, this time it shook the knife, causing it to pierce his skin. A small bead of blood rolled down Tony's face. In the dream he felt frozen, unable to believe that this was actually happening.
The blood galvanized the fat little imp. With a maniacal tendency he took the knife and pressed it to Tony's ear. Sawing away at the cartilage. Two of the lackeys gasped, looking away, the third threw up and passed out. Laying upon his own vomit. The boy's giggles turned into a maniacal cackling. "Now eat it", he choked out between waves of laughter. He removed the gag from his mouth and before Tony could scream he shoved the ear into his mouth. Holding his mouth and nose closed until he swallowed. "Now for the next", wheezed the imp, already reaching for his other ear.
Tony retched, attempting to extricate his ear from his stomach. Tears blurred his vision and his terror turned to desperation. Yet no matter how he struggled, the fat imp was able to subdue him and continue cutting. It wasn't until he held the second ear in his mouth that he broke. He swallowed the ear before the boy could force him to. A hollow smile formed on his face.
His vision had begun to blur, blood mixed with saliva hung from his mouth. He could feel unconsciousness start to take hold. Yet despite this he could barely make out a man crashing into the room. The lackey's turned tail and run, leaving their kingpin. The boy turned to see who had ruined his fun time, receiving a blow to the face instead. The last image before he faded away, and the dream ended was a man in a Zoot suit. Tony recognized him as being his Zanpakutō's spirit.}
The recollection left Tony feeling empty, he unconsciously reached up towards his ears. Feeling their slender build end in a point. This fact had never bothered him, it had rarely even turned an eye in the whole of the Soul Society. Yet he knew that this was his memory, and that he had seen his Zanpakutō. He laid upon his mat for a while turning these thoughts over in his head. He sat up, the stirrings of an idea played into his head. He grabbed his blade and set it upon his lap, focusing his thoughts into the blade. Hoping to establish communication. After a few moments Tony called out to his Zanpakutō's spirit.
"Aonyōbō"
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The thought evoked a small chuckle from Tony, sending the hanging dust into lazy spirals about him. The warm light of the morning warmed his faced where it was able to penetrate through the boarded up windows. The hut was small, barely large enough to house his mat and a small wood furnace. The door was little more than a thin sheet of wood propped against the hut. From a crack beside the door a small string was attached to a bell. This bell was his early warning system in case of visitors.
The hut was situated amongst a sea of trees, somewhere in the far outreaches of southern Rukongai. Far from any town, Tony had been subsistence living in this area for some time now. He had depended on rudimentary traps to catch food till now.
Tony had been lying awake since just before dawn, he had been awoken by a dream. Not a normal nightmare in which some creature attacks; no this dream was becoming a recurring episode during his sleeping hours. Yet unlike every other night, he remembered the ending this time.
{Tony was walking down what appeared to be a city of brick and concrete. He was much younger in his dream than he was now. Great brick buildings rose all around him, their size second only to the movement he saw about him. Yet despite these seemingly fantastic sights, Tony felt pangs of nostalgia. He was halfway down the street when a voice snorted in his ear.
"Oi, outsider" , chuckled a rather unpleasant obese pig faced boy. "Didn't I says to you, to not ever lemme sees you agin'." He bared his ugly yellow teeth, his lackey's surrounded Tony cutting off his escape. "I guess you didn't hear me last time... dontcha worry", his snarl curled into smile, "I'll fix dat'". They grabbed Tony, dragging him kicking and screaming to an abandoned warehouse.
They tied Tony up to a chair. Hands bound behind him, feet taped to the chairs. They stuffed a sock into his mouth to muffle his cries. The fat boy smiled, from his pocket he pulled a switchblade. "Hey man wait up, whatchu doin? I thought we's was just fittin to scare him a bit", one of his goons was clearly unsettled. The blood had left his face leaving him pale as a sheet.
"Shut it you ninny," he snapped back, "I'll do what I very well wanna do. He's just an outsider. He means nuttin." The boy croaked at the reproach he'd received.
The boy turned back on Tony giggling, giggling as though he had just received a new toy. He looked greedily at Tony, running the point of the blade along Tony's face. "Hey there outsider, I'll mark you for what you are", again another chuckle, this time it shook the knife, causing it to pierce his skin. A small bead of blood rolled down Tony's face. In the dream he felt frozen, unable to believe that this was actually happening.
The blood galvanized the fat little imp. With a maniacal tendency he took the knife and pressed it to Tony's ear. Sawing away at the cartilage. Two of the lackeys gasped, looking away, the third threw up and passed out. Laying upon his own vomit. The boy's giggles turned into a maniacal cackling. "Now eat it", he choked out between waves of laughter. He removed the gag from his mouth and before Tony could scream he shoved the ear into his mouth. Holding his mouth and nose closed until he swallowed. "Now for the next", wheezed the imp, already reaching for his other ear.
Tony retched, attempting to extricate his ear from his stomach. Tears blurred his vision and his terror turned to desperation. Yet no matter how he struggled, the fat imp was able to subdue him and continue cutting. It wasn't until he held the second ear in his mouth that he broke. He swallowed the ear before the boy could force him to. A hollow smile formed on his face.
His vision had begun to blur, blood mixed with saliva hung from his mouth. He could feel unconsciousness start to take hold. Yet despite this he could barely make out a man crashing into the room. The lackey's turned tail and run, leaving their kingpin. The boy turned to see who had ruined his fun time, receiving a blow to the face instead. The last image before he faded away, and the dream ended was a man in a Zoot suit. Tony recognized him as being his Zanpakutō's spirit.}
The recollection left Tony feeling empty, he unconsciously reached up towards his ears. Feeling their slender build end in a point. This fact had never bothered him, it had rarely even turned an eye in the whole of the Soul Society. Yet he knew that this was his memory, and that he had seen his Zanpakutō. He laid upon his mat for a while turning these thoughts over in his head. He sat up, the stirrings of an idea played into his head. He grabbed his blade and set it upon his lap, focusing his thoughts into the blade. Hoping to establish communication. After a few moments Tony called out to his Zanpakutō's spirit.
"Aonyōbō"
964/964