REBIRTH Apr 28, 2016 4:54:17 GMT
Post by hidane1 on Apr 28, 2016 4:54:17 GMT
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UNIQUE SOUNDTRACK: HEYR HIMNA SMIðUR
KARAKURA TOWN: VISOREDS' WAREHOUSE
The sun shone brightly through a clear blue sky, illuminating the barren, tanned clay-like wasteland below, or so the artificial sky of the Warehouse’s underground facility would have one believe. The stairs above were raised, leaving Hidane in solitude underneath. He sat on a large rock, Kurosenkou unsheathed and plunged a few inches into the dirt in front of the rock he sat upon, the empty sheath laid across his lap as he sat crossed-legged, his eyes closed as he took in deep breaths slowly. This was his way of meditating, and of performing Jinzen to communicate with her, ever since he’d been exiled from Soul Society. It had been a while since he’d been here; he’d avoided the warehouse for most of the 20 years since he’d believed his life had fallen apart, and had avoided talking with the fused form of Kurosenkou and Enadih as much as possible in that time as well.
But now things were different. After the incident with Seran and the agent from Soul Society, and the long-forgone talk with Kurosenkou, he knew he had to rein in his new powers if he was to continue to exist in this world. He couldn’t continue to stumble around in a drunken haze, nor could he allow his powers to rage out of control so freely. He opened his eyes, mismatched crimson-and-white orbs watching the blade in the ground before him; he could feel the vibration slowly emanating from it, as if she was purring, excited for him that he was finally going to undertake this challenge. It was like discovering his powers all over again, however, this time it scared him; the power he could hold within his grasp scared him, but more so that at the moment he could not control it; if the incident was anything to go by, this would not be easy on him, physically or mentally.
“This is the power I now hold,” he said, lifting his right arm; staring at it, he found it hard to believe it had been so heavily injured as he had been lead to believe, which sounded similar to the nightmares he’d had after he’d been taken in. But there were no scars, no blood, no marks of any kind to suggest that any of this had happened. “I wonder just how much power it is.” If Enadih, before he’d fused with Kurosenkou, was to be believed, it was more power than he could have ever hoped to have attained as a Shinigami; assuming he could bring it all under his control, this would prove a valuable asset in the future, to be sure. “Well, I guess it’s time to get started then, isn’t it, Kurosenkou?”
The world faded away into blackness around him, and as light flooded back into existence he found himself sitting on the beach of his inner world, facing out to the boundless ocean before him, his back to the dense jungle accented with giant pinkish-purple crystals jutting out of the ground and trees. From within he heard Kurosenkou humming a melancholy tune in her new, doubled voice, followed by twisted laughter. He’d seen hints of her new persona in their last meeting; he wondered just how much the Hollow had influenced her, and hoped they could still get along when this was over.