Post by Zettai Tekina on May 7, 2017 16:26:38 GMT -5
With the majority of La Colonia’s population happy, healthy, and active, Zettai knew that the time was approaching. It was finally time to present all of his work to his queen and show her the dedication that beat through his veins in place of blood. Surely, the technology and armory that they had garnered and repurposed for their own needs alone would be enough to please her. Then again, that was just a hunch he had based on rumours of her character. Still yet to meet her, he was hoping that his project would impress her and invite him to truly join her ranks. As his bare feet shuffled through the sand, carrying him the long distance from his home to his dream, he couldn’t help but smile as the castle’s massive form came into sight. Though he had been technically working for Las Noches as a Fraccion for the last half year, that was menial.
And, although he had the support of his own Espada liege, there were still others to convince of his worth. One of those, the Primera, was rumoured to be a half-breed, not unlike him, but not like him, either. Something much, much, more. There was a very good chance they would agree on some things. But the Tercera was an entirely different story. He wasn’t able to learn much about her, so he had no idea as to how their worldviews would sync up. But the only information he could glean of her tantalized him. Once, a long time ago, Zettai had witnessed an arrancar undergo a transformation and gain new heights to it’s power. Apparently, the Tercera Espada was able to do the same. If that rumour had any grain of truth to it, then he wanted that knowledge. It would be the lynchpin to his presentation for the queen.
Today would be the day that he introduced himself as a future pledge. This would be the day he announced his formal intention to them all of being their peer, and not just another lowly soul wandering the sands without purpose or aim. By finding the Tercera and earning her bequeathment, he would show his intentions and merits genuine. Once, he even gave his life for the sake of halting an intruder at the doors that loomed before him. Even though he somehow survived, he didn’t know if he would, and frankly, he didn’t care. This castle before him was the pinnacle of achievement in his world. It was blown down again and again, but somehow, for some reason, they always congregated back to it, repaired it, and filled it. There was something about having a group of others that you could rely on that went back. Deeper than any psychological rooting, there was something absolutely primal about wanting someone to have your back. Before he could reflect on the deeper implications this had about himself, he reached the doors.
Repaired again. Despite Kirito’s attempt to blow it down, it was as pristine as ever. Some bits of the castle were still unrepaired, and if you looked into the hall, you’d find a scar along the wall where the sealant hadn’t been applied yet. But. It would be. Pushing open the doors with all his might, he entered the dark ante-chamber as a ring of lights (albeit some weren’t functional) flared down from the ceiling. ”Hello? Is anyone home?” Chuckling to himself as he strolled in, he sauntered the main hall as he waited for some sort of guard or respondent to check with him. Despite his earlier musings, it took time to fill a great castle like this. It took time to filter through the trash and decide which were worth keeping and which were worth tossing. Taking a deep breath, he let a wave of nausea pass over him before carrying on. ’Time to find out what I'm worth to the devil.’
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WC: 651/651
And, although he had the support of his own Espada liege, there were still others to convince of his worth. One of those, the Primera, was rumoured to be a half-breed, not unlike him, but not like him, either. Something much, much, more. There was a very good chance they would agree on some things. But the Tercera was an entirely different story. He wasn’t able to learn much about her, so he had no idea as to how their worldviews would sync up. But the only information he could glean of her tantalized him. Once, a long time ago, Zettai had witnessed an arrancar undergo a transformation and gain new heights to it’s power. Apparently, the Tercera Espada was able to do the same. If that rumour had any grain of truth to it, then he wanted that knowledge. It would be the lynchpin to his presentation for the queen.
Today would be the day that he introduced himself as a future pledge. This would be the day he announced his formal intention to them all of being their peer, and not just another lowly soul wandering the sands without purpose or aim. By finding the Tercera and earning her bequeathment, he would show his intentions and merits genuine. Once, he even gave his life for the sake of halting an intruder at the doors that loomed before him. Even though he somehow survived, he didn’t know if he would, and frankly, he didn’t care. This castle before him was the pinnacle of achievement in his world. It was blown down again and again, but somehow, for some reason, they always congregated back to it, repaired it, and filled it. There was something about having a group of others that you could rely on that went back. Deeper than any psychological rooting, there was something absolutely primal about wanting someone to have your back. Before he could reflect on the deeper implications this had about himself, he reached the doors.
Repaired again. Despite Kirito’s attempt to blow it down, it was as pristine as ever. Some bits of the castle were still unrepaired, and if you looked into the hall, you’d find a scar along the wall where the sealant hadn’t been applied yet. But. It would be. Pushing open the doors with all his might, he entered the dark ante-chamber as a ring of lights (albeit some weren’t functional) flared down from the ceiling. ”Hello? Is anyone home?” Chuckling to himself as he strolled in, he sauntered the main hall as he waited for some sort of guard or respondent to check with him. Despite his earlier musings, it took time to fill a great castle like this. It took time to filter through the trash and decide which were worth keeping and which were worth tossing. Taking a deep breath, he let a wave of nausea pass over him before carrying on. ’Time to find out what I'm worth to the devil.’
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WC: 651/651
