Post by A.H on Apr 8, 2017 18:34:02 GMT -5
So, what’s going on in the world of Las Noches and Hueco Mundo, the Nihilist Hunter lazily mused to self. With the shotgun blanketed over her grey overcoat slung over her shoulder, hiding away from the world, A.H had heard an unsettling rumour.
There’s a functioning town that is not belonging to an Espada. Now isn’t that an interesting revelation, granted if the rumour is true, but A.H was already convinced judging from the frantic pleas and gurgling whimper of a lowly Arrancar, a resident of the so called Las Colonia, a haven for hollows and Arrancars not affiliated to Las Noches. The whimpering mess wasn’t and it doesn’t matter. A two shot to the mask and two shot to the torso to end the delightful conversation – well, it is better than leaving a half dead and tortured soul behind to ponder his regret.
Her coat ruffles against her movement as she made her long trek towards the destination of the abnormality, Las Colonia, and boy. What a doozy she Thought. Tall towers dominated the ringed area and boarded off with large walls. The change of her demeanour was so tempting. The rumour was true. Perhaps she should’ve let the tortured soul live?
‘Ah, it is what it is,’ were her line of thought coursing through her mind. And the building erected from the cold, twisted desert was enough for A.H to question the resident’s intention. Was it a bug lamp to attract all dim-witted hollow for them to feast upon? Or was it… her thought stopped the Nihilist to the spot. The towering buildings swamped around her as she finally reached the crossroads of Las Colonia, and its residents seems agitated by her presence. The kilt wearing, coat draped over her Highlands uniform of ages past. The right arm, hidden inside the coat with something grasped a long rod like arsenal. An Arrancar who towers over A.H made the approach towards her, but his approach was short, for her flashing glimpse of metal and a hollowed out bang that ring across the town. The fall of the towering Arrancar was displayed in the open. The metal piece was revealed to be a revolver with smoke lightly trailing out from the edge of the barrel of her gun.
Maybe they banded up together to ensure their survival, but even with all their numbers, they’re still weak. As evidenced by the gunshot, A.H was still trying to figure out why there is a towering fortress in the middle of nowhere.
“Explain,” She spoke with a stoic expression, with the revolver trailing back to her holster. Surely the explanation is not enough to get her excited.
Could it?
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There’s a functioning town that is not belonging to an Espada. Now isn’t that an interesting revelation, granted if the rumour is true, but A.H was already convinced judging from the frantic pleas and gurgling whimper of a lowly Arrancar, a resident of the so called Las Colonia, a haven for hollows and Arrancars not affiliated to Las Noches. The whimpering mess wasn’t and it doesn’t matter. A two shot to the mask and two shot to the torso to end the delightful conversation – well, it is better than leaving a half dead and tortured soul behind to ponder his regret.
Her coat ruffles against her movement as she made her long trek towards the destination of the abnormality, Las Colonia, and boy. What a doozy she Thought. Tall towers dominated the ringed area and boarded off with large walls. The change of her demeanour was so tempting. The rumour was true. Perhaps she should’ve let the tortured soul live?
‘Ah, it is what it is,’ were her line of thought coursing through her mind. And the building erected from the cold, twisted desert was enough for A.H to question the resident’s intention. Was it a bug lamp to attract all dim-witted hollow for them to feast upon? Or was it… her thought stopped the Nihilist to the spot. The towering buildings swamped around her as she finally reached the crossroads of Las Colonia, and its residents seems agitated by her presence. The kilt wearing, coat draped over her Highlands uniform of ages past. The right arm, hidden inside the coat with something grasped a long rod like arsenal. An Arrancar who towers over A.H made the approach towards her, but his approach was short, for her flashing glimpse of metal and a hollowed out bang that ring across the town. The fall of the towering Arrancar was displayed in the open. The metal piece was revealed to be a revolver with smoke lightly trailing out from the edge of the barrel of her gun.
Maybe they banded up together to ensure their survival, but even with all their numbers, they’re still weak. As evidenced by the gunshot, A.H was still trying to figure out why there is a towering fortress in the middle of nowhere.
“Explain,” She spoke with a stoic expression, with the revolver trailing back to her holster. Surely the explanation is not enough to get her excited.
Could it?
[446]