Post by Zettai Tekina on Apr 1, 2017 22:46:24 GMT -5
As certain as the moon, Zettai had failed again. To be curt, this was not his first, and he knew it was not going to be his last. Taking a small break as his hands cooled off, he tucked the tender, singed flesh beneath his armpits and looked around. The husks of half-spheres littered the sand around him, the remnants of his last failed attempt placed on a flat table sitting in front of him. There was something he was doing wrong here. Bringing his hands back out, he aggressively brushed the fresh corpse off the table and hurled it off into the sand to his left. Sighing, he reached under the table and pulled a new sphere from a small pile that was waiting. Settling it on the table, he turned and cracked his neck as he surveyed the rest of the desert, hoping to see something not a reminder of his inability. What was he doing wrong? Why wasn't he able to do this? Gritting his teeth, his foot began to tap harder and harder in the ground before standing in a huff. Inhaling and exhaling slowly, he began to walk away. A small break for now would do good. Although Zettai was not overcoming his frustration, he was learning to live with it. To co-exist as one entity. Now he just had to find something to do to occupy himself until he cooled down enough to get back to work on his Acceleration Matrix.
Maybe a drink would do. Turning back to his workstation for a brief moment, he gave a casual flick of his wrist. Immediately, a green aura sprang to life around his hand and the glass table and tools and such before him. Sinking into the sand with his motion, the area was spick and span immediately. That was the best part about working in the desert. It was a quick clean-up. Plus, there was a small amount of satisfaction that came from being able to completely erase his failures from the world around him. Without a second glance, he turned from the scene and strode off into the sand, hoping to get back home without too much trouble. Raising his clean, unmarred hand and plunging it deep into the sand below him, Zettai once more conjured his Absolution Wave. As emerald light poured from below him, the quartz crystals barely concealing it, he closed his eyes and searched. Long ago, when he had been searching for Cazador out in the desert, Zettai had learned how to use his Arrancar Heritage as a means of manipulating those lesser than him. Even more recently, he had bonded that Lesser Breed Dominion with his own Pesquisa, increasing the range with which he could call his familiars. Quickly forming an attachment to a particular sand worm had led Zettai the notion of crafting a collar for it. Because the creature was so massive, he had no choice but to do so with Hollowglass.
As a pleasant side-effect, it gave him an access point to the creature with which he could conjure his base abilities from. After several moments of deep concentration, he eventually found it slithering lazily some half-kilometer from him. 'Pulling' on the collar with the Absolution Wave, he issued it the command to come to him with a trick practiced over several days. Waiting patiently for his beast to heed him, the arrancar whistled a tune he remembered from days that were becoming harder and harder to recall as the moon swathed through the sky. A trembling began beneath him, and the shaggy-haired man smiled. Wouldn't be long now. The sand began to shift across his naked toes, and his smile split into a full grin. With a roar, he great creature burst from beneath him, launching him into the air as it quickly followed, propelling itself through the sand with a powerful, rapid flicking of it's massive body. Shouting in exhilaration, Zettai curved moments before he began his descent. Reaching out, he allowed the Absolution Wave to pull him to the worm's collar. Grabbing on with a mighty hold, Zettai sunk himself as long as he could against the beast's powerful form. Even though it's notable spines helped to break the sand before him, it could still be bumpy ride. Still, it was faster than walking. Taking a deep breath and tightening his grip as he felt his steed collide once more with the sand, he could see his knuckles already turning white. Shutting his eye tightly, Zettai pressed his face into the rough surface of the sand worm's body. Sensing his position, the hollow beneath him increased its pace, powering through the sands with vigor. Directing it with repulsions against the collar in the direction he intended the hollow to move, the arrancar wondered if he would ever be able to extend his roads away from the town.
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After some time, the hollow beneath him began to vibrate. Wriggling in as little space as possible, as violently as it could, the worm performed excellently. Knowing it was now safe to raise his head, Zettai lifted it with confidence. Brushing the sand from his head and clearing his eyehole, he blinked a few times to adjust to the light again. Excellent. Patting his mount to affirm it had, indeed, performed excellently, Zettai slid off the creature's side with a practiced confidence. "Thank you, Capilar! You can carry on doing whatever it is that you do now." Giving it's flank two firm slaps, Zettai turned to face his home as the worm once more dug its way into the ground. It was definitely a sight to behold. Tall towers dominated each quadrant point of a large ringed area, sectioned off in the dirt by forty-foot walls. Easily doubling that size, the towers were topped with watch points and a suspicious-looking panel at the very tip. Directly in front of him, and also in the wall parallel to this, a large gate door allowed entry into the town. Approaching it, he flashed a small cero into the sky to signal his coming. It was quickly answered by another cero, and the large doors began to creak open.
As he approached, he took notice of the numerous dwellings, offices, and facilities. They were very shiny, most of them the mass-produced Hollowglass building granted to a citizen by Zettai, but some hollow had begun to personalize theirs, adding color and decoration to them. That was good. Zettai wanted his people to be comfortable. Setting his sights on the bar, he thanked the moon in the sky that he went against his better judgement and allowed the hollow to set-up shop. Nodding a friendly greeting to the occasional citizen he passed, he was surprised at how quickly they adapted to civility. It was amazing what could happen if you took away the threat of sudden and immediate confrontation from someone’s mind. Finally reaching the bar, he swung open the door and immediately squinted in the darkness. Scanning the room, he smirked when he found a group to be sitting at a particular table. ”I knew I’d find you here. Do you drunks ever leave? Has anyone else had a chance to sit at this booth yet, aside from you Dashing Rogues?” He roared across the bar, snagging an empty chair with his passing and drug it with him until sliding it (and him in it) into an empty spot at the table. ”What are we drinking tonight boys? Anything good because I’m about this close to popping.”
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Wc: 1268/1268
For clarity's sake, Post Order will be listed here and updated as people join.
Zettai!
Atraerus!
Levi!
Kirito!
Toshiro!
Tony!
Faelan!
Maybe a drink would do. Turning back to his workstation for a brief moment, he gave a casual flick of his wrist. Immediately, a green aura sprang to life around his hand and the glass table and tools and such before him. Sinking into the sand with his motion, the area was spick and span immediately. That was the best part about working in the desert. It was a quick clean-up. Plus, there was a small amount of satisfaction that came from being able to completely erase his failures from the world around him. Without a second glance, he turned from the scene and strode off into the sand, hoping to get back home without too much trouble. Raising his clean, unmarred hand and plunging it deep into the sand below him, Zettai once more conjured his Absolution Wave. As emerald light poured from below him, the quartz crystals barely concealing it, he closed his eyes and searched. Long ago, when he had been searching for Cazador out in the desert, Zettai had learned how to use his Arrancar Heritage as a means of manipulating those lesser than him. Even more recently, he had bonded that Lesser Breed Dominion with his own Pesquisa, increasing the range with which he could call his familiars. Quickly forming an attachment to a particular sand worm had led Zettai the notion of crafting a collar for it. Because the creature was so massive, he had no choice but to do so with Hollowglass.
As a pleasant side-effect, it gave him an access point to the creature with which he could conjure his base abilities from. After several moments of deep concentration, he eventually found it slithering lazily some half-kilometer from him. 'Pulling' on the collar with the Absolution Wave, he issued it the command to come to him with a trick practiced over several days. Waiting patiently for his beast to heed him, the arrancar whistled a tune he remembered from days that were becoming harder and harder to recall as the moon swathed through the sky. A trembling began beneath him, and the shaggy-haired man smiled. Wouldn't be long now. The sand began to shift across his naked toes, and his smile split into a full grin. With a roar, he great creature burst from beneath him, launching him into the air as it quickly followed, propelling itself through the sand with a powerful, rapid flicking of it's massive body. Shouting in exhilaration, Zettai curved moments before he began his descent. Reaching out, he allowed the Absolution Wave to pull him to the worm's collar. Grabbing on with a mighty hold, Zettai sunk himself as long as he could against the beast's powerful form. Even though it's notable spines helped to break the sand before him, it could still be bumpy ride. Still, it was faster than walking. Taking a deep breath and tightening his grip as he felt his steed collide once more with the sand, he could see his knuckles already turning white. Shutting his eye tightly, Zettai pressed his face into the rough surface of the sand worm's body. Sensing his position, the hollow beneath him increased its pace, powering through the sands with vigor. Directing it with repulsions against the collar in the direction he intended the hollow to move, the arrancar wondered if he would ever be able to extend his roads away from the town.
----
After some time, the hollow beneath him began to vibrate. Wriggling in as little space as possible, as violently as it could, the worm performed excellently. Knowing it was now safe to raise his head, Zettai lifted it with confidence. Brushing the sand from his head and clearing his eyehole, he blinked a few times to adjust to the light again. Excellent. Patting his mount to affirm it had, indeed, performed excellently, Zettai slid off the creature's side with a practiced confidence. "Thank you, Capilar! You can carry on doing whatever it is that you do now." Giving it's flank two firm slaps, Zettai turned to face his home as the worm once more dug its way into the ground. It was definitely a sight to behold. Tall towers dominated each quadrant point of a large ringed area, sectioned off in the dirt by forty-foot walls. Easily doubling that size, the towers were topped with watch points and a suspicious-looking panel at the very tip. Directly in front of him, and also in the wall parallel to this, a large gate door allowed entry into the town. Approaching it, he flashed a small cero into the sky to signal his coming. It was quickly answered by another cero, and the large doors began to creak open.
As he approached, he took notice of the numerous dwellings, offices, and facilities. They were very shiny, most of them the mass-produced Hollowglass building granted to a citizen by Zettai, but some hollow had begun to personalize theirs, adding color and decoration to them. That was good. Zettai wanted his people to be comfortable. Setting his sights on the bar, he thanked the moon in the sky that he went against his better judgement and allowed the hollow to set-up shop. Nodding a friendly greeting to the occasional citizen he passed, he was surprised at how quickly they adapted to civility. It was amazing what could happen if you took away the threat of sudden and immediate confrontation from someone’s mind. Finally reaching the bar, he swung open the door and immediately squinted in the darkness. Scanning the room, he smirked when he found a group to be sitting at a particular table. ”I knew I’d find you here. Do you drunks ever leave? Has anyone else had a chance to sit at this booth yet, aside from you Dashing Rogues?” He roared across the bar, snagging an empty chair with his passing and drug it with him until sliding it (and him in it) into an empty spot at the table. ”What are we drinking tonight boys? Anything good because I’m about this close to popping.”
----
Wc: 1268/1268
For clarity's sake, Post Order will be listed here and updated as people join.
Zettai!
Atraerus!
Levi!
Kirito!
Toshiro!
Tony!
Faelan!
