Post by A.H on Oct 30, 2017 15:27:54 GMT -5
This world finally became boring for the warring Arrancar. Their concept of peace was uncertainty and threats followed by charts and polls proving that this world is safer than it was fifty years ago. Lies. Polls and charts are conceived by supposed scientist to keep humanity docile for all they been indoctrinated to believe one thing: War is bad…
Killing is bad…
Tales before Christ taught the consequences of murder from Cain and Abel, a story that the Soldier Arrancar is familiar with. However, there was one thing that she was puzzled with and was the cause of her idling atop on the roof of the Gasoline station: What was Cain’s motive in killing his dear brother? Was it Jealousy? She tilts her head, gazing at the clear daytime skies with her only good eye. Just looking at the serene skies and the lack of answer of the two thousand years old tales was enough to make her queasy. The skyline needs more black smoke and stench of death, now it feels…oppressive. It is only a shame that she cannot do anything about this, at least not now.
The winter air delivered the cold breeze which rustled her officer overcoat draped over her World War One’s uniform, flashing a glimpse of her shotgun held primed and hidden from the world. She’s always on edge, no one to trust and being an Arrancar paints a target on their back. It is a shame that other Arrancar were too soft to realise that – after all, Arrancar are dropping left, right and centre but there’s nothing that she can do about it. Her survival is more important than their lust for humanity, for she slowly began to develop the lust to plot.
But in the meantime, what sort of day will bring for the Demon Gunwoman…
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Killing is bad…
Tales before Christ taught the consequences of murder from Cain and Abel, a story that the Soldier Arrancar is familiar with. However, there was one thing that she was puzzled with and was the cause of her idling atop on the roof of the Gasoline station: What was Cain’s motive in killing his dear brother? Was it Jealousy? She tilts her head, gazing at the clear daytime skies with her only good eye. Just looking at the serene skies and the lack of answer of the two thousand years old tales was enough to make her queasy. The skyline needs more black smoke and stench of death, now it feels…oppressive. It is only a shame that she cannot do anything about this, at least not now.
The winter air delivered the cold breeze which rustled her officer overcoat draped over her World War One’s uniform, flashing a glimpse of her shotgun held primed and hidden from the world. She’s always on edge, no one to trust and being an Arrancar paints a target on their back. It is a shame that other Arrancar were too soft to realise that – after all, Arrancar are dropping left, right and centre but there’s nothing that she can do about it. Her survival is more important than their lust for humanity, for she slowly began to develop the lust to plot.
But in the meantime, what sort of day will bring for the Demon Gunwoman…
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