That's the Throne?

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That's the Throne? Nov 30, 2017 9:49:17 GMT -5

Post by sasha on Nov 30, 2017 9:49:17 GMT -5

Two soulless eyes were staring at her from the distance. Hills of white sand made it seem like the nose, mouth, and everything else belonging to a face was buried deep in the ground. Perhaps those two gaps in front of her could have been nostrils, but then the dome in the distance would have to be blind. Either way, they weren’t perfectly the same she found out when coming close enough to the openings in Las Noches’ walls. One seemed to have been carved with care while the other one must have been made by pure force judging by the uneven sides and the rubbish on the ground. Unsure if she wanted to accidentally walk into whoever had broken into the dome, or out of it for all she knew, Sasha tried to hide her presence as much as she could. While she had been focusing on doing that throughout the entire trip here, doing it now (and doing it well) was crucial. She knew that she was entering the snakes’ pit here, and if it hadn’t been for the rumour about the new king she had caught while being at the colony she would have never done such a reckless thing.

Levi, it had said, and she couldn’t have dared to think about returning home before making sure if he was the Levi she knew. While it barely made sense for him to be here, for him to be the king.. to be a Hollow, she didn’t believe in coincidences. Should she go now the question would bug her until the end of her life. Hearing from others wouldn’t help then. Sasha loved to see things with her own eyes before believing them. Right now, going to the throne room was the best course of action. She was already in the land of the dead, so it couldn’t be much worse. Right?

Carefully climbing over the rubble on the ground, she used the broken wall for balance. Forming a little stairs of reishi turned out to be fairly easy, so a couple of moments later the Quincy landed inside of the dome. Smooth floors were covered with a thin layer of sand here. Probably from the grains being blown inside through the giant gap. She wondered if it had been recently made or nobody actually cared to fix it. Figuring it out from the amount of sand on the ground wasn’t easy, she had no idea how much wind there usually was in the endless desert.

Move on, move on. A look back left her frowning. She was leaving obvious traces: footprints in the sand. Though, using her powers to wipe them away might be foolish. Dilemma’s.

Unable to decide what to do with it she shrugged and left it the way it was. The inhabitants of this place should be used to creatures wandering in through the opening. Hopefully they wouldn’t pay attention to some traces because of that. Maybe, if she was lucky, the sand would covered up the footprints before anyone would see them. That would be perfect.

Or.. I’ll be gone by the time someone notices them, yes, she nodded to herself. That would be even better.

With no other directions given but the throne room being somewhere in the center of the structure she silently set out on the second part of her journey. The silence around her helped her to think, but it also had her wondering about the decisions she has made so far. It took effort to keep out any gloomy thoughts. This gigantic place with its bony white walls pressed a certain fear on her soul. One she knew she would have to ignore against every instinct she had if she wanted to find the truth about her so-called ‘friend’.

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Failure

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That's the Throne? Dec 5, 2017 19:49:48 GMT -5

Post by Failure on Dec 5, 2017 19:49:48 GMT -5

Silence.

More silence.

The silent chorus that rang tiny chimes in the edges of one's hearing. A distant whir of the brain desperately trying to fill the nothingness with something.

Heart beating. Lung expanding -- deflating. Muscles moving. One's own body working as they attempted to be as stealthy as possible in the midst of enemy territory. In due time, just the act of breathing was a loud roar of noise that filled the white, open space with that something the brain so desperately wanted to have. Well, that is, until there was something real to latch onto.

In the distance, the sound of shuffling could be heard. Something dragging across the floor -- perhaps a bag -- to the pace of an uneven gait. A monstrous creature loomed in the dark shadows of one of the nearby rooms, jaw loose and hollowed eyes staring at the ground as it meandered here and there with no real purpose. Sasha would no doubt see the monster as it shuffled away from the door.

The beast in question was vaguely humanoid. It, at the very least, stood on two legs, had an oval-like shape to it's head, and long arms that could be used to grab and manipulate tools. It, while loosely, certainly was (or once was) human. Paper-thin flesh was pulled taut against a lithe bone frame. It's head, perhaps too large or too full of despair, hung to the side and forward slightly, as if its tiny neck could no long support its weight.

Though, more impressively where the non-human features. Leathery, creamy colored wings hung listlessly from its back, the tips of them skidding across the dusty floor as it walked. They seemed broken, given the way they moved and flapped about like jelly. Though a wiry framework was hidden beneath the fleshy wings, each of the so called bones seemed to be entirely flexible, not too dissimilar to a spine of sorts.

Beside the creature was a large, disgustingly red bag that it drug across the ground. A red trail behind it made lap after lap around the room, as if it had circled there many times. The thick, globy substance -- surely blood -- had already begun to dry and the sent of rotting flesh poisoned the air coming from that very room.

Drawn in, Sasha couldn't help but stare with morbid curiosity as the creation -- surely a Hollow given the place she was in -- began yet another lap around the room. It didn't seem to notice her.

"Repulsive, eh?" A feminine voice from the left said in a quieted tone.

From seemingly nowhere, a tall, pale woman had appeared. She looked through the other side of the door, leaving only a relatively small space between her and the Quincy. Despite the eroded crown made of bone that sat peacefully atop her head, the Arrancar showed no real fear in her racial enemy. Instead, she scrunched her nose at the creature that had sparked everyone's interest.

"He's been there for, like, eight whole days," she continued, unabashed. "You'd think his legs would get tired."

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That's the Throne? Dec 9, 2017 15:59:24 GMT -5

Post by sasha on Dec 9, 2017 15:59:24 GMT -5

Attracted by the sound of something dragging across the floor she silently proceeded to walk forward. Nervously checking her surroundings after every couple of steps she slowly moved toward the noise while trying not to make any obvious sounds. All of it left her feeling slightly on edge, but luckily nobody aside from the source of the noise appeared to be there. She was close to it now, could see it shuffle in the distance, even thought to recognize a humanoid form. Then the scene unfolded in front of her in its full horrifying glory.

She gagged at the sight and the voice next to her commented timely. Once her brain had processed the word ‘repulsive’ she automatically nodded, then froze in complete shock. The sound of the thing aimlessly moving forth was still there, hanging between her and the other Hollow. The less repulsive one. In fact, this one appeared to be fairly normal. But looks could deceive.

“How do you know?” she asked once she got her voice back. Swallowing, Sasha turned a little bit to the side of the newcomer. The inability to see both of the strangers at the same time ate away at her confidence. Regardless, she tensed up, readied herself for a fight and kept her gaze on the one the closest to her.

If she moves.. if she moves, the words echoed through her mind that was still scorched by the sight of something akin to cut off heads in a bag. Surely the liquid on the ground.., she banned the thoughts. Her jaw grew a bit harder, there was obvious tension there.

“I heard you guys have a king?”

The question came out a bit awkward. For one, she wasn’t sure if this being would take offense when being separated from the other races. Then there was the possibility of her disagreeing with the current king, or even despising him. Without any doubt there could be a third, fourth, fifth, and perhaps seventeenth reason for why starting out a conversation like that could be a bad idea, but it was too late anyway. All Sasha could do now was roll with it.

“My name is Sasha, and I’m looking for him.”

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Failure

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That's the Throne? Dec 26, 2017 19:46:35 GMT -5

Post by Failure on Dec 26, 2017 19:46:35 GMT -5

"A king?" The woman repeated in a curious tone, much like a raven would mock words, but never fully understand the meaning behind them. Her voice hung in the air, with it the uncertainty of someone who didn't have the answer the dear, little Quincy was looking for. Soon, it was consumed by the low scratching of the monster dragging itself around in the room before them.

"Well, we've had a number of Hollows try to assert themselves as a leader," she started to explain. "None really good enough for their names to be passed down, just random details about it. All I know is that if the pattern holds, I'm really not looking forward to the next so-called Queen."

She stepped back from the doorway and turned to fully face the Quincy, crimson eyes rolling up and down her frail, human form like it was an exotic delicacy. For a moment, something strange and primal crossed her stare -- hunger and apathy swirled together to make a cruel and twisted brew within the Arrancar's eyes.

"By the by, aren't you a Quincy?" She said in a low tone. "The thing that completely destroys souls with just a single touch? You realize you're sort of my mortal enemy here."

Dangerous thoughts crossed her mind, but never materialized beyond that. Instead of whatever it was the suddenly hungry Arrancar was thinking, the Hollow seemed to snap from it daze, attention pinned on the two observers. The beast, now at least somewhat conscious of the fact that it was no longer alone, made a low, ravenous grumble that crescendoed into an ear splitting roar.

The woman who always lived life on the edge simply stood and stared down the Quincy, an internal struggle between her own hunger and her self preservation waging on behind those now distant and decidedly unfriendly eyes. Only when the creature lumbered forward, massive footsteps shaking the ground ever so slightly, did the Arrancar seem to make up her mind. A glare crossed her face and, with no more hesitation to be found, fired a blast of energy at the ground between her and the Quincy.

Dust, rubble, and various bits of gore from the Hollow's bag were tossed into the air in a crude, wretched smokescreen that hung in the air just long enough for the Arrancar to sprint down the maze-like halls she had come from. Whether the Quincy made it out alive or not didn't really matter, but the distant roar and sound of brisk footsteps suggested a chase of some sort that was, surely, not in favor of the poor, lost girl.

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Post by sasha on Nov 30, 2017 9:49:17 GMT -5

Post by Failure on Dec 5, 2017 19:49:48 GMT -5

Post by sasha on Dec 9, 2017 15:59:24 GMT -5

Post by Failure on Dec 26, 2017 19:46:35 GMT -5

Welcome!