Post by Rainier Rucio on Dec 13, 2017 21:59:03 GMT -5
Privaron Espada, frequently forgotten, tasked themselves with one of the most important jobs within Las Noches: Being the first line of defense. They lived in Tres Cifras, the innards of the massive wall that supported Las Noches’ famed dome. One of the jobs included investigating Las Noches’ new visitors. Today, one such new presence approached the entrance nearest to the place that Rainier and Anastasia called home and rarely ever left the vicinity of. With Anastasia otherwise indisposed—passed out and with little chance of waking up after their previous evening—Rainier pulled his golden spear away from the wall it leaned against and made his way out.
Now he stood in front of the tall, rectangular opening the wall. The inverted crescent moon glowed down from above and only a few, wispy clouds decorated the otherwise empty, nighttime sky of Las Noches. The dunes ahead of Rainier rolled in their usual pattern, one that felt like home much like the constellations must have to humans on Earth. Here, there were no constellations. Only the ashen remains of the dead.
In the distance, Rainier made out the vague silhouette of a person. They could clearly tell that he stood in front of the door they marched towards. Even from here, Rainier felt an air of certainty, a lack of fear. Maybe that was his own anxiety playing tricks on him, he realized. His fingers tapped lightly at the spear in his hands before he slammed the blunt end down into the sand next to his foot. If nothing else, he told himself, he needed to at least maintain apperances.
Chances were that this encounter would result in nothing fruitful, he reassured himself. They would converse and then go their separate ways. How many times did Rainier truly need to defend the wall against anyone? Besides, most Privaron got away with ignoring the job entirely. He smiled at the thought and felt just a bit more secure that this would not bring undue attention on himself or Anastasia later.
He waited until the approaching figure got just a bit closer. He still couldn’t make out any defining details, whether it was Arrancar or a particularly suicidal Shinigami. Maybe even a human—the thought dragged a low-pitched snicker from Rainier. He shook his head, straightened his stance, and let a toothy grin show. He needed to look comfortable, unbending; like a true guardian of the wall of Las Noches.
“My name is Rainier Rucio, Privaron Espada 108 of Las Noches,” he announced to the figure still a distance away, but clearly within earshot. “You’re not a presence that I’m familiar with. What’s your business in Las Noches?”
Nothing would come of this, he repeated the words in his mind over and over, like a quiet prayer.
Nothing.
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Now he stood in front of the tall, rectangular opening the wall. The inverted crescent moon glowed down from above and only a few, wispy clouds decorated the otherwise empty, nighttime sky of Las Noches. The dunes ahead of Rainier rolled in their usual pattern, one that felt like home much like the constellations must have to humans on Earth. Here, there were no constellations. Only the ashen remains of the dead.
In the distance, Rainier made out the vague silhouette of a person. They could clearly tell that he stood in front of the door they marched towards. Even from here, Rainier felt an air of certainty, a lack of fear. Maybe that was his own anxiety playing tricks on him, he realized. His fingers tapped lightly at the spear in his hands before he slammed the blunt end down into the sand next to his foot. If nothing else, he told himself, he needed to at least maintain apperances.
Chances were that this encounter would result in nothing fruitful, he reassured himself. They would converse and then go their separate ways. How many times did Rainier truly need to defend the wall against anyone? Besides, most Privaron got away with ignoring the job entirely. He smiled at the thought and felt just a bit more secure that this would not bring undue attention on himself or Anastasia later.
He waited until the approaching figure got just a bit closer. He still couldn’t make out any defining details, whether it was Arrancar or a particularly suicidal Shinigami. Maybe even a human—the thought dragged a low-pitched snicker from Rainier. He shook his head, straightened his stance, and let a toothy grin show. He needed to look comfortable, unbending; like a true guardian of the wall of Las Noches.
“My name is Rainier Rucio, Privaron Espada 108 of Las Noches,” he announced to the figure still a distance away, but clearly within earshot. “You’re not a presence that I’m familiar with. What’s your business in Las Noches?”
Nothing would come of this, he repeated the words in his mind over and over, like a quiet prayer.
Nothing.
*****
465 Words