Post by Jinhai on Dec 8, 2017 20:09:15 GMT -5
What an irksome thing Kido could be. Former Captains, too, for that matter.
He heaved a mixed sigh of relief and irritation as he collapsed against the cold stone of the fountain, grateful to be out of that timeless chasm yet deeply annoyed by the lack of progress he’d made in…. Just how long had he been down there? A few days? A week? The time spent within the dark, dank place had muddled his clarity and made any attempt of time keeping obsolete. Starved eyes rose to the moon that had begun climbing to its perch, pegging him with the realization that possibly less than an hour had been spent upon the task. That possibility was all too likely given Former Captain Dekharr’s affinity with Kido. The mix of hopelessness and exhaustion dragged the shutter doors to his eyes closed, and his hand lazily swirled across the waters surface.
Despite the exhaustion that blanketed him, his mind continued to work around the dozens of puzzles remaining to be solved. What does it mean..? Without intentional command he retrieved the pocket full of scribbled notes, flattening them out in front of him where lazy eyes could look on to them once more. Many he’d written personally. Others, the minority, had been left behind by who he assumed was Walkren Dekharr. What they had in common was that none of them made any sense or offered even an inkling of help in deciphering the Kido-weaved locks that kept him from his goal.
“Bah!” Irritation induced energy surged his arm across the lot, scattering some to the wind and others to the waves. He just knew he’d regret it later, but for now he was content with watching at least one of the sources of his frustration deteriorate right before his eyes.
“Is that really going to help?” The aged voice of the Miss-Ever-Present-Nurse rang from the garden bridge.
“For now.” With all the effort he could muster he sat upright, relying on the stone wall to support his back. He’d never speak of the regret already clutching at him, weighing more heavily on his shoulders than even the clothes on his back.
“If you’re well enough to throw fits then you’re well enough to go see your new Captain.” The legs to the tray in her hand kicked out and locked into place with a click moments before she straddled it across his lap.
He snatched the small loaf of bread and hurried tore a chunk from it with his mouth. “Who is it this time. Alain? Mirabelle?” Bits and pieces of moistened loaf spit from his mouth as he spoke between bites. “It’s not like it matters one way or the other. Give it a month or two and we’ll have another Captain. Best to just keep my head down and keep to my original orders. ‘To locate and train promising Shinigami in the Demonic Artes.’” Mockingly he smashed his curled fist against his chest as if in salute.
“And what of your other assignment?” She questioned, side-eyeing him with the faintest of grins.
He equally side-eyed her, sneering before consuming another morsel of bread. “You know nothing and too much all at the same time.” With the finality of his words he turned away from her, as if to shutdown any further interaction.
“Very well then.” Devilishly she giggled, hiding her curling lips behind her hand. “Oh, and Jinhai.” She barely glanced over her shoulder as she strode away. “Captain Mirabelle received your request to meet you here at ten.”
“My request?” She didn’t. She wouldn’t. Hurriedly his eyes rushed across the gardens towards the lone clock that hung above its arches.
9:57.
How much more would he have to tolerate in one night?
634
He heaved a mixed sigh of relief and irritation as he collapsed against the cold stone of the fountain, grateful to be out of that timeless chasm yet deeply annoyed by the lack of progress he’d made in…. Just how long had he been down there? A few days? A week? The time spent within the dark, dank place had muddled his clarity and made any attempt of time keeping obsolete. Starved eyes rose to the moon that had begun climbing to its perch, pegging him with the realization that possibly less than an hour had been spent upon the task. That possibility was all too likely given Former Captain Dekharr’s affinity with Kido. The mix of hopelessness and exhaustion dragged the shutter doors to his eyes closed, and his hand lazily swirled across the waters surface.
Despite the exhaustion that blanketed him, his mind continued to work around the dozens of puzzles remaining to be solved. What does it mean..? Without intentional command he retrieved the pocket full of scribbled notes, flattening them out in front of him where lazy eyes could look on to them once more. Many he’d written personally. Others, the minority, had been left behind by who he assumed was Walkren Dekharr. What they had in common was that none of them made any sense or offered even an inkling of help in deciphering the Kido-weaved locks that kept him from his goal.
“Bah!” Irritation induced energy surged his arm across the lot, scattering some to the wind and others to the waves. He just knew he’d regret it later, but for now he was content with watching at least one of the sources of his frustration deteriorate right before his eyes.
“Is that really going to help?” The aged voice of the Miss-Ever-Present-Nurse rang from the garden bridge.
“For now.” With all the effort he could muster he sat upright, relying on the stone wall to support his back. He’d never speak of the regret already clutching at him, weighing more heavily on his shoulders than even the clothes on his back.
“If you’re well enough to throw fits then you’re well enough to go see your new Captain.” The legs to the tray in her hand kicked out and locked into place with a click moments before she straddled it across his lap.
He snatched the small loaf of bread and hurried tore a chunk from it with his mouth. “Who is it this time. Alain? Mirabelle?” Bits and pieces of moistened loaf spit from his mouth as he spoke between bites. “It’s not like it matters one way or the other. Give it a month or two and we’ll have another Captain. Best to just keep my head down and keep to my original orders. ‘To locate and train promising Shinigami in the Demonic Artes.’” Mockingly he smashed his curled fist against his chest as if in salute.
“And what of your other assignment?” She questioned, side-eyeing him with the faintest of grins.
He equally side-eyed her, sneering before consuming another morsel of bread. “You know nothing and too much all at the same time.” With the finality of his words he turned away from her, as if to shutdown any further interaction.
“Very well then.” Devilishly she giggled, hiding her curling lips behind her hand. “Oh, and Jinhai.” She barely glanced over her shoulder as she strode away. “Captain Mirabelle received your request to meet you here at ten.”
“My request?” She didn’t. She wouldn’t. Hurriedly his eyes rushed across the gardens towards the lone clock that hung above its arches.
9:57.
How much more would he have to tolerate in one night?
634
