Post by Kionchi on Apr 2, 2017 22:51:15 GMT -5
Was I always this light?
The thought ran through his head as he slid between worlds. What should have been instant seemed instead to take months. Memories played out like scenes from a dream, slipping away in the groggy light of a new day. Tokiyo. Miyuki. Kasumi. Shun. They all seemed so laughably insignificant, the haori on his shoulders no more weighty than spider silk tickling his neck. He'd scoffed when Erasmus told him to carry on his legacy, and now here he was abandoning the Gotei in favor of Las Noches. And perhaps it was just part of the way the world worked.
Was Fate always this ...easy?
A second later he'd land feet first into the white sand, his sword drawn as his senses naturally went on alert. He knew with Erasmus gone there was nothing to fear in that desert, but there wasn't much he could do to suppress a century of training. Tightening his grip on his zanpakuto, the shinigami took in a breath of that stagnant air, still hesitant to call it familiar. The ruins of some now nameless Espada's tower was enough to tell him Evelynn had yet to consolidate her power. Even then, a cursory scan of his surroundings was enough to tell him he wasn't about to be ambushed. Even mindless beasts knew enough to stay away from him the way he was right now. But not everyone was that clever.
”I didn't expect you of all people to be a stalker,” a giggle erupted from behind his mask as he turned to face his guest. Holding out his sword, he held the shining black blade straight toward his opponent as if to make it perfectly clear: He had no desire to sit and talk.
”Jian, was it? Maybe you should apologize.”
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The thought ran through his head as he slid between worlds. What should have been instant seemed instead to take months. Memories played out like scenes from a dream, slipping away in the groggy light of a new day. Tokiyo. Miyuki. Kasumi. Shun. They all seemed so laughably insignificant, the haori on his shoulders no more weighty than spider silk tickling his neck. He'd scoffed when Erasmus told him to carry on his legacy, and now here he was abandoning the Gotei in favor of Las Noches. And perhaps it was just part of the way the world worked.
Was Fate always this ...easy?
A second later he'd land feet first into the white sand, his sword drawn as his senses naturally went on alert. He knew with Erasmus gone there was nothing to fear in that desert, but there wasn't much he could do to suppress a century of training. Tightening his grip on his zanpakuto, the shinigami took in a breath of that stagnant air, still hesitant to call it familiar. The ruins of some now nameless Espada's tower was enough to tell him Evelynn had yet to consolidate her power. Even then, a cursory scan of his surroundings was enough to tell him he wasn't about to be ambushed. Even mindless beasts knew enough to stay away from him the way he was right now. But not everyone was that clever.
”I didn't expect you of all people to be a stalker,” a giggle erupted from behind his mask as he turned to face his guest. Holding out his sword, he held the shining black blade straight toward his opponent as if to make it perfectly clear: He had no desire to sit and talk.
”Jian, was it? Maybe you should apologize.”
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