Post by Atraerus on Apr 6, 2017 22:39:48 GMT -5
The bright ivory crescent sat still as a corpse in the ever black heavens, shining it's cold light over the alabaster sands that stretched for leagues to infinity. Nobody really knew why it was that Atraerus lead his people on an exodus to Hueco Mundo, despite it being safer from shinigami. Despite it's danger, it's barbarism, Atraerus found a semblance of beauty in the endless night; an almost poetic theme played out in his mind each time he gazed at the white moon. It was nothing like the moon he gazed at with twinkling eyes as a child, but Atraerus couldn't help but sense something familiar about the celestial corpse. Over the dunes and sandy mountainsides, an old tune filled the air, faint like a distant echo; yet still ever present. A gargantuan alabaster tower, there in the distance, laid to waste and ruin through the countless wars fought on these bloody white sands. It was a familiar, funky tune, something even the most tone-deaf man would have tapped his feet to, coming from the top of the great spire. The quiet and empty desert was filled with music, and at the top of this cylindrical tower stood alone man, dancing like a madman in a land where death greeted the stupid.
Smoke rolled from the burger patties that steamed and sizzled against the grill. Flames burned within the obsidian charcoal beneath the metal sheet and made the succulent brown meat sizzle and seethe. Giving off a delicious aroma that could be smelled from across the dunes. A boombox sat next to the grill, a cassette tape rolling within it, playing 'Come and get your Love' by Redbone. It was one of Atraerus's favorite classics. The rogue shinigami swayed his thighs and tapping his feet to the beat, swirling his hips in a sensual, circular motion as he peeled the burgers from the grill and flipping them into the air with a steel spatula. Atraerus had thrown his azure garbs to the side, revealing the full bareness of his scarred, tan, muscular torso covered in scratches and marks from the zanpakuto of shinigami and hollows alike. Despite the dogged, beaten, masculine body this rogue fugitive had; his demeanor and the way his body moved seemed full of life and youth. In Hueco Mundo, there wasn't much dancing, let alone friendly shinigami. It was an incredible rarity to see one grilling at the top of a ruined spire whilst dancing to 80's music, which would have made his stick out like a sore thumb. It was almost as if he were asking to die.
Little did anyone know, this was how the vagabond coped with the stress that constantly bombarded his life. He saw nothing wrong with kicking back and having some alone time with his food and his tunes. Hueco Mundo was a lonely place, and so he did what he could to occupy his time. La Colonia was coming along well, and his various fireteams were out accomplishing the missions he had tasked them with; there was no better time to have a jam and drink session. Atra grabbed the bottle of Sake from the floor at his side, chugging it until the bottle was raised over his head. A long stream of liquid poured down his right cheek, dripping from his plump lips as he slammed the bottle down, preparing the burger buns and mustard. As he waited for the burgers to finish and simmer, he turned around, and started freedancing on his own, singing along to the song with the bottle of sake in his hands only half-full. He unstrapped the armor from his arms, letting his intricate steel plates fall to reveal the muscular arms beneath them just as scarred as his chest and abdomen. He clapped his hands together as he danced to the beat, obviously this old man was in a great mood, or just incredibly drunk it seemed. His sepia hues wandered about as he took out his ponytail, letting his long, volumous brown hair fall around him like a lion's mane.
He wiped the alcohol from his lips as he turned to check on the burgers. His eyes widened to realize that the entire grill was on fire, and the drunkard attempted to put it out with his sake. He soon found himself flying backward from the explosion as the burning grill rolled off of the top of the spire. The blazing fireball that was supposed to be his lunch being hurled down hundreds of feet to smash into the sand. Atraerus propped himself up on his elbows, looking around, to the boombox and then to his sake bottle. It was only about twenty five percent full, and he shrugged seeing as he still had some sake left. He took another long swig of the acohol before standing up as the song ended, switching it to another track: "Hooked on a feeling" by Blue Swede. Despite his lunch being ruined, it seemed he was still able to make the most of his day. He sat along the edge of the spire, his feet dangling off of the end, placing his sake at his side as he looked out to the vast expanse of endless desert, listening to his favorite tracks play. He took another swig of his sake, bobbing his head back and forth as he sang along with the song.
Atraerus was a fugitive, a drunk, a rogue, a killer, and threat to Soul Society. But if there was one thing that everyone respected him for, it wasn't his quick wit, his mastery of tactics or prowess in combat.
It was because despite all his flaws, he still knew how to party.
951
Smoke rolled from the burger patties that steamed and sizzled against the grill. Flames burned within the obsidian charcoal beneath the metal sheet and made the succulent brown meat sizzle and seethe. Giving off a delicious aroma that could be smelled from across the dunes. A boombox sat next to the grill, a cassette tape rolling within it, playing 'Come and get your Love' by Redbone. It was one of Atraerus's favorite classics. The rogue shinigami swayed his thighs and tapping his feet to the beat, swirling his hips in a sensual, circular motion as he peeled the burgers from the grill and flipping them into the air with a steel spatula. Atraerus had thrown his azure garbs to the side, revealing the full bareness of his scarred, tan, muscular torso covered in scratches and marks from the zanpakuto of shinigami and hollows alike. Despite the dogged, beaten, masculine body this rogue fugitive had; his demeanor and the way his body moved seemed full of life and youth. In Hueco Mundo, there wasn't much dancing, let alone friendly shinigami. It was an incredible rarity to see one grilling at the top of a ruined spire whilst dancing to 80's music, which would have made his stick out like a sore thumb. It was almost as if he were asking to die.
Little did anyone know, this was how the vagabond coped with the stress that constantly bombarded his life. He saw nothing wrong with kicking back and having some alone time with his food and his tunes. Hueco Mundo was a lonely place, and so he did what he could to occupy his time. La Colonia was coming along well, and his various fireteams were out accomplishing the missions he had tasked them with; there was no better time to have a jam and drink session. Atra grabbed the bottle of Sake from the floor at his side, chugging it until the bottle was raised over his head. A long stream of liquid poured down his right cheek, dripping from his plump lips as he slammed the bottle down, preparing the burger buns and mustard. As he waited for the burgers to finish and simmer, he turned around, and started freedancing on his own, singing along to the song with the bottle of sake in his hands only half-full. He unstrapped the armor from his arms, letting his intricate steel plates fall to reveal the muscular arms beneath them just as scarred as his chest and abdomen. He clapped his hands together as he danced to the beat, obviously this old man was in a great mood, or just incredibly drunk it seemed. His sepia hues wandered about as he took out his ponytail, letting his long, volumous brown hair fall around him like a lion's mane.
He wiped the alcohol from his lips as he turned to check on the burgers. His eyes widened to realize that the entire grill was on fire, and the drunkard attempted to put it out with his sake. He soon found himself flying backward from the explosion as the burning grill rolled off of the top of the spire. The blazing fireball that was supposed to be his lunch being hurled down hundreds of feet to smash into the sand. Atraerus propped himself up on his elbows, looking around, to the boombox and then to his sake bottle. It was only about twenty five percent full, and he shrugged seeing as he still had some sake left. He took another long swig of the acohol before standing up as the song ended, switching it to another track: "Hooked on a feeling" by Blue Swede. Despite his lunch being ruined, it seemed he was still able to make the most of his day. He sat along the edge of the spire, his feet dangling off of the end, placing his sake at his side as he looked out to the vast expanse of endless desert, listening to his favorite tracks play. He took another swig of his sake, bobbing his head back and forth as he sang along with the song.
Atraerus was a fugitive, a drunk, a rogue, a killer, and threat to Soul Society. But if there was one thing that everyone respected him for, it wasn't his quick wit, his mastery of tactics or prowess in combat.
It was because despite all his flaws, he still knew how to party.
951
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