Doubt, Reflections, Intruder[INV] Oct 5, 2018 8:01:53 GMT
Post by Samantha Kragner on Oct 5, 2018 8:01:53 GMT
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| Sam floated on her back, sea water spraying over her astral form while the night stars glimmered above. Again? This dream… She'd had it earlier in the Human world... before she'd returned from her post. Shortly after she'd been attacked by an Arrancar... The face of her enemy still lit upon the edge of Sam's memories, but now wasn't the time to think about such a thing. This dream was not her calling. She recognized it now as the inner world of her Zanpakutou. It's spirit world laid out before her. |
Sam floated up much like before and looked to the shore, to a house so very reminiscent of the one she'd lived during her life among the living. The form of a small creature zipped past her head, aimed straight for the house's porch. Sam followed, floating over the shallow waves and up onto the porch. She didn't make to chase the creature like before, simply watched it vanish through the solid wall of the building.
Reaching for the door, Sam pushed it open, stepping beyond its threshold and into a long dead expanse of hills and grass.. She didn't need to turn around this time to know that when the door swung shut it, as well as the house were now gone. She now stood seemingly alone in a vast and seemingly endless dead landscape. The sky bore crimson yet there were no flames licking at it to bear such a color. The wind carried screams, as if from some long distant battlefield. Tortured souls, wailing in agony and pain. No matter how long she stared, the hills remained desolate, and covered with dry, dead foliage.
"I see you waited for me this time..." Sam's eyes fell upon a creature, the one who'd passed her up before the house. Sam's Zanpakutou spirit fluttered upon opaque silver wings, and though her body was no larger than six inches in height, she appeared humanoid. Her hair streamed from her shoulders, past the waist. And eyes that Sam could not see stared off into the distance.
"I have healed. But your heart is still a long way from recovery..." Though the spirit addressed Sam in response, it did not turn to face her. Only continued to stare out into the vast wasteland beyond as she spoke.
Sam was glad she'd chosen a rooftop sitting within the shade of several large trees. Opening her eyes to the swaying leaves above her the Shinigami sighed before pushing herself up into a sitting position. Her Zanpakutou lay by her side and she picked it up, unsheathing it to reveal its newly reformed blade. "So you have healed I see. But what exactly is it you find so wrong with my heart?" Sam re-sheathed her sword, laying it at her side once more.
It'd been about a week since she'd returned from her patrol in the human world and reported the whereabouts of the Arrancar to her captain. He'd seemed both eager to fight this monster named Gwen Olivarez, and equally disappointed in Sam for not keeping tabs on her long enough for him to fight the Arrancar. Impossible expectations. Even for Sam, tailing someone as powerful as Gwen without getting caught or killed in the process? Sometimes she felt glad to not be a higher ranking member of Squad 11. Such expectations were far beyond her pay grade...
A gentle breeze passed through, ruffling the Shinigami's hair. Several long platinum-blond threads fell, threatening to tickle her face and she blew at them with a halfhearted effort to reassemble the loose strands into a less annoying position.
"What am I even doing..." Sam muttered, wrapping her arms around her knees, gazing out over the wall that separated the 75th Rukongai district from the Seireitei.
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