Dead Man Walking... [Closed | Fionn]

“Oh, if you say so,” with a shrug and a light mumble. There it goes again. The pride and their ignorance of the Quincy rears it ugly head. None less, it is her fun now. She watched the Garganta crackled and bricked back to its natural state which isn’t as much if you consider it, sealing the fate of the bloodshot Quincy. Though he may think he was glad that he was behind her, but A.H knows that he was quaking. It takes a person of greatest calibur to waltz into darkness and expect to leave afterwards at their own volition, something that this spiritual world was lacking. She wondered what happened to those people? Did they all bricked it and escaped to whatever shithole they hail from, hoping that misery and despair catch them?

“How is your Queen? Is she still nursing her ego?” That? Oh, she heard about that. All it took was one loose word and the Gunwoman was all over it. With pretty please and a removal of one’s limb was enough to get all the information she wanted. Shame, really. She expected a lot more than just a loss of limb. “Boy, you got to wonder who the real enemies are,” Her Scottish tone lacked the ringing bite compared to her tone back in the human world, but followed it with a dry, brief cackle. “Not even I would go out of my way to kill her children,” a lie, she concluded. If they were exposed and no one is protecting them, she would gladly spare the world from the monstrosity that are Freylief’s spawn. This Shinigami on the other hand, was someone worth fighting against in the future.

The Quincy spoke and pointed at the direction and A.H was not at best pleased. He want to go to Las Noches? The problem with Las Noches is that unlike five years ago, it was an empty husk of a palace housing weaklings and cowards. Her head turned, and her single eye slowly target Fionn’s face. The place had become a political warzone, a filthy kind of war.

“Found a place to die?” Her mischievous grin widens, but it wasn’t at her usual widest. The edge of her lip - though brief - quaked. She let herself shrug once again, “Mind you, there won’t be any grave to mark. Oh no, no. Hollows will eat you down to the bone and let the bottom feeders eat the scrap.”

She doesn’t think that this would scare him. After all he should soon realise that only way is out is forward. Her biggest threat was would be those miscreants who self-proclaimed themselves as Espada.

“Las Noches is still your destination? It is a long and dangerous trek – at least for you, that is.” With a turbulent environment in Las Noches, it could be safe for her to assume that she too, was in danger.

[448]
[1006]

They were approaching a dune as the red-haired Quincy. Average looking, not fat just good enough figure in keeping up with her pace – which mind you, is not something to sneeze at. A slow pace but the sheer gravity of the phantoms lurking in the shadows failed to brick this Quincy. Then his voice changed. The monotonous tone washed away with a flash confidence. His heart pounding made her grin. The first thing he said with such exposure. His uncontrolled emotion – sprayed about all over the warring Arrancar. At last she thought.

The boy showed defiance and it shows from her tone of her voice had lightened, “Aye, that’s right.” She remained reserved with a wry grin, but she glee’d as Fionn stood ever so close as to square up. Was he going to fight me? She thought to herself but it all washed away when he wanted information. Her grin dropped into a neutral expression. She was disappointed really, here she was thinking that she could get something more out of it but really it all gone a bit boring. He wanted information, he wanted extra ears. She groaned when she heard him say that, but she listened.

And listened…

And listened till he finally stopped. Her answer was simple. Deflated and bored. She doesn’t anything from him. If she does want something, she could just grab it herself.

“You’re on your own,” She concluded. She could no longer have any fun escorting the Quincy. A shame, not even watching him gurgle and scream as swarm of Hollows eat him alive.
“Good luck.” She ended her dialogue as she departed. Distancing herself from the Quincy. Sooner or later he will reach Las Noches or maybe not. Either way, it is no longer her problem.