HMD Training: Dane's Demise [P, Inv]

It fascinated him. You could, on foot, spend eternity wandering the endless ocean of sand that was the White Deserts of Hueco Mundo, and never see a single soul, or a single distinction of one location from any other. Somewhere stood Las Noches, and maybe some few-and-far-between other ancient, lost strongholds, and from time to time the tips of trees from the forest below peeked up through looking as though a reasonably-sized tree on the surface, though the Visored knew there was far more to it. But, for the most part, it was an endless, indifferent, repeating cycle of waves of sand and an endless, starless black sky, with the crescent moon always looming directly overhead, never moving. It could go on forever, really.

And yet, somehow, among all the dunes and trees, between the sands and the forest below, out in the middle of freaking nowhere, somehow the onyx-haired Visored found himself before the small Hollow that thought himself a Shinigami Captain again. A random meeting once was rare, but twice meeting this perplexing creature? If any sort of Gods truly did exist, they must’ve had it out for him at this point. He approached slowly, walking at a casual pace, not bothering to use his Stepping to quicken his approach. He wore a sleeveless Chinese top with black pants over black socks with white sandals. His skin was clear and pale, with the exception of his left arm, the skin of which was black as midnight and cold to the touch, fingers pointed like claws. Red-and-white bi-colored eyes looked on at the Hollow and the strange green child that stood with him.

Great, he found himself a friend, Hidane thought as he approached, moonlight glistening over the scar over his right eye. He spoke only when he came within a few meters of the pair, his posture nonchalantly eased and casual.

“Well, well, fancy meeting you here, Garro.” He thought for a moment, whether he should play along with the little Hollow-in-denial’s game, and compromise to meet half-way. “Captain Garro, I mean. My apologies. Who’s your friend?” He offered a light bow to the two, his long black hair cascading over his left shoulder.