Post by Atraerus on Apr 5, 2017 11:45:42 GMT -5
Atraerus unfastened the armor over his arms, and took off the garbs that clung to his torso, placing them neatly on the floor in the corner of the kitchen to reveal the fullness of his arms and bare torso. A tan, muscular, powerful physique littered in scars, marks and brands from a lifetime of battle and running. He had already placed the boar he had hunted in the old, roman style-charcoal stove; cooking up only it's finest, fattest pieces. He had prettied it up in the best ways he can with the spices the house had on-hand, using not only spices but different seasonings and herbs to truly bring out a pleasant, succulent taste and smell. Soon enough the aroma filled the entire house of finely cooking morsels of tantilizing meat. Atraerus could not wait to sink his teeth in the perfectly cooked brown boar, but until he was finished, he'd take a look around and perhaps train some.
He noticed a long stretching farm outside the rather large, beautiful Roman-style villa he had found. He much appreciated the ornate work and stone craftsmanship that went into these pristine homes. It was the epitome of comfort and luxury. Whoever lived here left the place virtually empty and never seemed to stop by. Atra hoped he could stay here a few nights and set up shop for his scouting operations in the area. Though he had left Soul Society for Hueco Mundo, the Rukongai remained a place of great importance to him. He still kept an oath to the people here to protect them from both hollows and shinigami alike. It was only natural that eventually Atraerus would attempt to find a place to create a solid base in order to set up missions and a place for the rogues to stay during their runs and sleepless nights. As an added precaution, he had carefully slipped paper bombs in hidden crevices all around the house, notably the entryways, in order to keep his perimeter covered and safe at all times. He had also set up tripwires around the house as well, mostly in the fields, that would allow him to know if someone was coming. He had mapped out in his mind various chokepoints, escape routes and ambush areas all around the house that he could utilize in case of emergency. Atraerus, being a rogue for so long, was rather paranoid. Even if he were certain nobody would find him, he'd still spring into action in the same way he had done to this estate; charming, really.
Atraerus seldom found tranquility in his days of incessant unrest. One day he was helping build a kingdom with powerful arrancar, the next, he's partying the night away with quincy royalty or drinking himself stupid with another specific rogue shinigami; but days like today were the quieter ones. 'Atra days' he called it. The sun broke over the clouds to signify high noon as the cumulus began to scatter apart in the blue sky. It had been followed by the chirping songs of hundreds of birds and a cacophany of hissing and clicks from the insects that hid among the grass and vegetation around the estate. They day was still young an quite beautiful, but most importantly, peaceful. Something Atraerus hardly ever saw in his life of strife anymore. The smell of the boar seemed to attract other animals such as deer, rabbits and other smaller creatures that seemed enchanted by the succulent aroma that permeated through the stone windows and many entryways of the home. Atraerus may have been a dastardly fiend in the eyes of the Gotei, but he could make some mean, tasty pork.
He took some time to gather some herbs from the garden and the farmlands stretching around, grabbing some essential vegetables and neatly chopping them up, before tossing them into a boiling pot to soon be mixed in with the boar pork. Until eventually, a juicy stew of the most tantilizing carrot, union, pork stew sat in front of him. He moved his finger around in the hot, brown broth that held the contents of his culinary masterpiece before sitting down, and having a bowl. After eating a light lunch and having some water, he noticed there was still plenty of stew left for one or more people. He figured he could save the rest for dinner tonight and reheat it. He moved his near-empty bowl aside, and began meditating in the main room, opening the large ornate doors to let in the sun's rays beating down over his visage. Today was a truly peaceful day, one where he could sit back, and relax.
He was certain that there was absolutely nothing about today that could go wrong. Nothing at all. Nope. Nothing.
He noticed a long stretching farm outside the rather large, beautiful Roman-style villa he had found. He much appreciated the ornate work and stone craftsmanship that went into these pristine homes. It was the epitome of comfort and luxury. Whoever lived here left the place virtually empty and never seemed to stop by. Atra hoped he could stay here a few nights and set up shop for his scouting operations in the area. Though he had left Soul Society for Hueco Mundo, the Rukongai remained a place of great importance to him. He still kept an oath to the people here to protect them from both hollows and shinigami alike. It was only natural that eventually Atraerus would attempt to find a place to create a solid base in order to set up missions and a place for the rogues to stay during their runs and sleepless nights. As an added precaution, he had carefully slipped paper bombs in hidden crevices all around the house, notably the entryways, in order to keep his perimeter covered and safe at all times. He had also set up tripwires around the house as well, mostly in the fields, that would allow him to know if someone was coming. He had mapped out in his mind various chokepoints, escape routes and ambush areas all around the house that he could utilize in case of emergency. Atraerus, being a rogue for so long, was rather paranoid. Even if he were certain nobody would find him, he'd still spring into action in the same way he had done to this estate; charming, really.
Atraerus seldom found tranquility in his days of incessant unrest. One day he was helping build a kingdom with powerful arrancar, the next, he's partying the night away with quincy royalty or drinking himself stupid with another specific rogue shinigami; but days like today were the quieter ones. 'Atra days' he called it. The sun broke over the clouds to signify high noon as the cumulus began to scatter apart in the blue sky. It had been followed by the chirping songs of hundreds of birds and a cacophany of hissing and clicks from the insects that hid among the grass and vegetation around the estate. They day was still young an quite beautiful, but most importantly, peaceful. Something Atraerus hardly ever saw in his life of strife anymore. The smell of the boar seemed to attract other animals such as deer, rabbits and other smaller creatures that seemed enchanted by the succulent aroma that permeated through the stone windows and many entryways of the home. Atraerus may have been a dastardly fiend in the eyes of the Gotei, but he could make some mean, tasty pork.
He took some time to gather some herbs from the garden and the farmlands stretching around, grabbing some essential vegetables and neatly chopping them up, before tossing them into a boiling pot to soon be mixed in with the boar pork. Until eventually, a juicy stew of the most tantilizing carrot, union, pork stew sat in front of him. He moved his finger around in the hot, brown broth that held the contents of his culinary masterpiece before sitting down, and having a bowl. After eating a light lunch and having some water, he noticed there was still plenty of stew left for one or more people. He figured he could save the rest for dinner tonight and reheat it. He moved his near-empty bowl aside, and began meditating in the main room, opening the large ornate doors to let in the sun's rays beating down over his visage. Today was a truly peaceful day, one where he could sit back, and relax.
He was certain that there was absolutely nothing about today that could go wrong. Nothing at all. Nope. Nothing.
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