Engulfed [inv:Theo] May 10, 2017 6:21:50 GMT
Post by hidane1 on May 10, 2017 6:21:50 GMT
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HUECO MUNDO; 3:23pm
How long had he been wandering this wasteland of a world now? Two days, if he was even remotely close on his count of hours, if he could even be confident that his count had been correct; time dissolved into nothingness in a world where it was only ever night with a sliver of crescent moon in the sky. The Visored walked the sands, dragging his feet, his hands behind his head as he whistled a tune. A crack snapped through the air as he spanned a great distance in a moment. It had been roughly two days since the incident with the Quincy, and the mirage of Seran, and him seeming to come into full control over his Hollow’s power. He would have to question Kurosenko about the mirage’s words when the time came; with a clear head, he would definitely be able to tell if she was up to something.
But for now, different matters were at hand. He had decided to stay behind in Hueco Mundo when Caesar left; he didn’t feel right leaving the openness of this world until he knew he could be relied on to be in control, and not fuck up again at pivotal moment like that. His lack of ability could have cost Caesar’s life… he wouldn’t let himself fail like that again. He’d gained mastery over this power, and his Hollow’s approval to use it at his own discretion, but he didn’t feel comfortable leaving just yet. He would let it sit for a few days, go into that form a few more times… make sure everything was as it should be.
It was during that time, he figured, he would go on alone in the reason the two of them had returned to this world in the first place; locating a long-lost friend of theirs. He wasn’t sure what exactly he should be keeping an eye out for, but anything out of place would do. He had no way of knowing where he was, or where anything else would be, so the only option was to wander aimlessly… and hope he wasn’t moving in circles. From time to time he came across a Hollow, or a pack of them. Rarely were they foolish enough to attack him, and the few who tried to ambush him were quickly put back in their place, deep under the sands… either figuratively, or literally, or both.
Soon the looming white towers of Las Noches came into view. The Visored stopped for a moment. The last time he’d been there had been the meeting that had been called together for Theo’s close friends and allies, shortly after he’d disappeared… surely it would be pointless to look there. He’d never looked himself, but he was sure whoever had stuck around of the alliance had probably combed the place over to try to find anything that would lead to Theo. Clearly, they hadn’t been successful, otherwise the trip here would have been useless. There was no reason to go there…
…yet a feeling in the back of his mind nagged him on to go.
A few more loud cracks from his Sonido and he would be in front of the giant castle of gleaming marble-like stone; he made his way around its glowing walls to the entrance of the part of the structure that had been remodeled by the Arrancar into a café. The Visored had been surprised on multiple occasions to come here and find no hostilities awaiting him; after a few times it had become commonplace. Even after Theo’s disappearance, the place had continued to function for a while under the guidance of one of the other Arrancar that had helped run the place, but eventually the place died out in Theo’s absence.
As the Visored approached the building, he felt a presence inside, a very strong Reiatsu signature, one that was more familiar than he expected… shock overtook his face as he rushed to the door, throwing it open and stepping inside to find the Arrancar within, as if he’d never left.
“What the hell!?”