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"Daubeny?!" Her light voice carried across the sands, hoarse and strained. It was pretty obvious it wasn't the first time she was shouting in a relatively long time. Nor was it the last. The howling, cold winds ripped through her form, the brown rags she wore offered little to no in the form of warmth. She expected at least something of robes to appear. But no, after ripping off her mask, she had been stark naked. Luckily, they found some scraps and she managed to sew it together. But wwhat was made of it was just for modesty's sake. It did little to nothing of protecting her against the cold.
"D-.. Daubeny," she muttered the name once more, before dropping in the sands, her eyelids heavy. It had been several days now since herself and Daubeny were attacked and split up. Since then, she had been searching for him constnatly, not even once taking a break. Not bothering to sleep, or eat. Or find shelter. She only searched for him. Fruitlessly so. The winds slowly swept some of the white sands ontop of her. And she became less and less distinguishable. Soon, she was nothing but a heap of sand, a bit of her face and feet left. Some flakkering brown scraps. And silver hair that slowly trailed along with the wind. She blinked another three times, before her eyelids were too heavy to bear. And she finally blacked out.
Today was just the same as many days, a filled satchel with enough to tide him over for the 26 mile walk. Today, Theocelese's direction was a singular, and straight path heading North-East. Plans for the future replaced the agonizing thrumming of a migraine beckoning him to let the blood of his foes spill from their broken forms and into his mouth. No Hollow bothered him on his journey, none were of the curious variety. They were frightened by his power, as they should be, though there were the ones that eluded him during his time as a freshly transformed Hollow. They knew best, had seen what he did in the old days. 'The Nightmare of Hueco Mundo', they called him, it was said that once that monster followed you, you would not survive the coming storm. Every day Theocelese woke from his bed, he thanked the gods of old he was not such a creature, nor would he mentally revert to such a thing. In time, he would reach out to these Hollow but for the time being, he needed to know the landscape of this one particular direction. One of eight would build a home here, erect walls to stave off hostile invaders and house the forces to drive them back. Then another 26 more miles it would be repeated. Hueco Mundo was, in comparison to the Soul Society and the Human Realm, nothing. Theocelese saw fit to change that. It would take time, resources, and people he could call sons and brothers, sisters and daughters, even a lover. At the moment, the latter-most was unlikely to happen, but with so many new beings from all walks of life entering into his life, Theocelese did not discard this possibility.
At the 20-mile mark, Theocelese halted his walking progress, the cigarette in between his lips emitting a burning red glow against the well-tanned skin of his face as he pulled from the cigarette. Had he taken another step further, he would have walked on the sand-covered Arrancar and it was the scraps of fabric jutting from the growing white mound. Theocelese moved off the nearly-buried young girl in a quick fashion, dropping to his knees and flicking his cigarette away so that both hands could be used to unbury the girl. It was less a heroic manner, second in nature that led him to do this, but rather, his more paternal instincts. The poor thing, barely clothed and he Reiatsu was weak, fading quickly. His gaze lifted to the white horizon, knowing his trek was not to be abandoned.
Undoing the strap from his satchel, Theocelese set it aside and began folding his arms inside his tunic. The gold-trimmed black fabric went to mid-thigh on Theocelese, but on her, it might as well have been a dress. With the tunic still warm from contact against his skin, the former Eighth Espada lifted the youthful looking Arrancar, quickly sliding the tunic over her slim form and not bothering to mess with the scraps of cloth already set against her form. If anything, it would act to help keep her insulated. His next course of action was to grab the canteen from within his bag, unscrewing the cap off and positioning this stray Arrancar against him so that he could easily get water in her system.
"Miss. Miss, wake up." He said, more in a hushed whisper than anything else. Theocelese turned towards the direction of Las Noches, debating whether or not to wait for her to wake.
Theo's got all armaments on him, so sword and shield. Plus his satchel, which normally has smokes, a journal, canteen, booze, and other assorted shit he likes to carry on him. Not like it matters =P
Post by Cagliostro Degli Antichi on Jun 7, 2017 10:29:38 GMT
With a soft rustling of sand she was lifted from the sands, her face nearly buried in it. At least her nose and mouth were unobstructed by the white grains until Theocelese had arrived. A faint and pained shiver went through her body as Cagliostro was picked from the sands. And she looked so dreadfully pale. By normal standards, she wasn't sun-kissed. But this was a ghastly shade of herself. Weakened by hunger, exhausted by insomnia and wracked by the cold. Her body had decided it had enough and just stopped to finally rest. The tunic, slightly damp from sweat, yet warm and comforting, was something she sought, even in her subconscious state. Her hands moved up slowly to hug her own for, and the tunic to herself. Her cheek came to rest against his chest and a hushed voice called out for her. Daubeny? No, Daubeny didn't sound like this.
Her eyes blinked open and suddenly widened as her breathing settled properly again, only now realizing some of the sand that had been gathering in her throat. She turned away from him and coughed heavily- close to retching, before finally clearing most of the sand of her system, breathing and panting heavily afterwards. "Who-.." Her voice croaked. Faint and weak. She scraped her throat again. Dry as a husk, still. "Who- are you?" She asked, looking up at the muscular arrancar, before down again. Avoiding eye contact. Not an act of unfriendliness or insubordination, quite the opposite even. Looking up in someone's eyes for her was usually accompanied by a smack in a previous life. That and a soft blush flushed her cheeks when she laid eyes on his face and his muscular appearance. Some of the knights or even peasants she treated were muscular, but not in any way like this.
She hugged the tunic closer to her frame, however. He offered it to her while subconscious, so it didn't seem like something she could offend him with. Taking quick gulps from the water offered to her. It weren't the nutrients she sorely lacked, but at least dehydration and hypothermia were less of a concern now. She tried to raise an arm, to get a hold of his wrist. But felt too weak, and with a soft thud, the back of said hand hit the white sands again. And she merely laid in his grasp. The arrancar didn't seem hostile to her. Why else offer a tunic and a canteen? She glanced around for her staff, before blinking momentarily. "My-," she scraped her throat again. "My staff," she finally managed to breathe out.
So the young girl did wake after all. Theocelese was half-expecting her to pass out again, as her form still felt too weak. It took less than a fool's intelligence to see the overwhelming look of concern on his face, and he hadn't let his eyes remove themselves from her face. "My name is unimportant right now. I will fetch your staff for you. Easy now." It was rare to see an Arrancar without a Zanpakutou, and he was willing to wager a hefty amount the item she was concerned about was such a thing. He let Cagliostro leave from his arms, carefully resting her against the sands once more. With haste, Theocelese dug around in the area he initially found the girl, fingers spread wide as they combed through the millions of white particles beneath them until he felt a bump underneath his right ring finger. Theocelese stopped, then pressured his hands just slightly deeper until he was able to wrap his hands around the object assumed to be the missing link between the girl and her powers--and he proved to be right.
He lifted the staff from the sand before bringing himself back to the Arrancar, letting her weapon rest within her arms reach. Theocelese's attention then went to his satchel, only this time he knew what he was searching for. It was a new recipe he thought to try out, and truthfully one experienced first hand during his many visits to the Human Realm. What he carried with as rations were biscuits, a few for the savory inclined, and just two for the sweet. These small cutouts of dough were stuffed with cuts of meat and cheese, while the two meant to curb a sudden sweet tooth were filled with strawberry jam, figs, and once finished baking, coated in a light glaze of honey. Theocelese pulled the more hearty ones from his satchel, kept in a small cloth. In one hand he held the meal, and with his other, he reached under Cagliostro's back and lifted her once more, keeping her sitting up. He placed the cloth in her hands. "You must recover your strength more." The Arrancar's gaze shifted, his head turning to look back to the direction of home. Without a covering of his own, he was beginning to feel the stinging bite of Hueco Mundo's cold winds and he wondered if remaining here was even a good idea. He could endure this, but how long had this other Arrancar been here? Days?
"Can you sit up on your own for just a few moments, Miss?"
Post by Cagliostro Degli Antichi on Jun 7, 2017 19:26:44 GMT
Name was unimportant? Quite the contrary. She wanted to at least know the name of the individual that saved her. Though that concern on her face. It was familiar to her. The same look mother gave her before she was torn away from Cagliostro's life. Though his words managed to relax her ever so slightly. She slowly touched down in the sand again, slowly slumping back down on the ground, her breathing shallow and faint, yet audible enough for Theocelese to hear it even when he dug through the sands. As he pulled the rather large, arcane tool from the sands, it hummed to the touch. Not only with reiatsu. But it seemed to be brimming with a form of otherworldly energy. Soft whisps of purple energy flickering in and out of existence as Theo touched it. But it seemed relatively harmless.
As it within an arm's reach, Cagliostro shuffled a slight bit closer, before resting her hand on the stave and pulling it closer softly. The instant she touched it, the eye in the middle of it tiredly opened. And the whisps of purple energy became visible, opening as otherworldly eyes as well. Cracks within reality. But it seemed to be rejuvenating her at least. A bit more colour returned to her skin after she touched her zanpakutou, in resonance with the power flowing from it now.
She was pushed up again, her back supported by a strong arm. Not only the warmth of robes, but the warmth of another meaning a tremendous improvement to her health. A cloth was pushed in her hands. At which she frowned and slowly plucked the top between two fingers carefully, folding them to the side. She glanced up to him for an explanation, which was given before she even had a chance to ask. Recover strength, eat up. She could at least do that. With a soft breath, she bit down on the first mushy and hearty biscuit. The glint of sharp fangs visible in the moonlight. She tore off a piece and started to chew on it weakly.
And whether it was really that good, or because she was near starvation, this was ambrosia. She swallowed the first bite, before moving on to eat. Maybe even a bit too fast. At this rate, the risk of choking on it was greater. But she wouldn't slow down even if she was told to. After all, it was the first thing she ate in days.
She nodded at his question. "Y-..Yes. I think I can, now. Thank you." She said under her breath, which she momentarily took before digging back into the offered food.
It was the mentioning of the girl Arrancar's statement that his hold loosened. Not all at once, but slowly as if to catch her just in case she was unable to do as previously thought. "No need to thank me, Miss. You're lucky no Hollow or one of Aizen's loyalist cretins came across you first. There is no need for worry, none will bother you in my presence." Theocelese said this, returning the satchel's strap to rest across his barren and scarred torso. Each healed marring of his flesh told a different story of battles undergone, each one an assurance of hailed victories celebrated afterwards with mind-numbing drinks and feasts. This, in contrast to his back told a different story. There were no scars, no imperfections, nothing to denote he ever ran from a fight and showed his backside to the enemy. The undamaged back was then covered by his large shield. If there was ever the guardian angel to discover her, it was this unnamed Arrancar.
With everything needed in place, Theocelese took a knee beside the girl again. Once more, he let the girl rest against him to conserve strength and stay warm. "I would like to take you to my home, Las Noches," He paused, waiting to see if that name offered any recognition in her eyes, or paused her from depleting the rations he no longer needed. As if to further assuade uncertainty, Theocelese held out his right forearm, the inside of which bore the number 8. "Former Espada slave to the mad man, Sosuke Aizen. He rules in Hueco Mundo no more, and his forces of fanatics taken care of." He offered the girl a warm smile, letting his arm now fall against his side, hand softly resting on his knee. "I only wish to see your health returned, and when you feel fit to leave, I will supply you and see you off if that is what you'd like."
Post by Cagliostro Degli Antichi on Jun 8, 2017 12:50:19 GMT
She nodded. It was true, if a hollow had came across her she'd be an easy meal. And regarding the man named Aizen, she heard rumours. Saw his loyalists in action. And always decided to stick close to Daubeny and steer clear from them. But he assured Cagliostro that none would bother her in his presence. Which was boastful in nature, but she made no mention of such. After all, the man did save her, and Theocelese looked more than able bodied. Added to that that the overbearing presence of his reiatsu was more than enough to kindly inform her of this man's power. And it was quite impressive. Moreso than her own presence. It was dwarfed by this man. Though she still went through with chomping on the presented meal ravenously. Moreso befitting a wolf than it would a lady.
And if the patterns of scars told her one thing, it was that the Arrancar was alike the knights from her time. A code of honour. Not turn their back to an enemy. Only allowed to attack from the front. That, however, didn't mean an enemy assassin had the same idea of honour. And many a knights had died due to a dagger slipping between the slits in their armour, from the back. "Las Noches?" She inquired, halting momentarily to come up for a breath, before returning back to the biscuits again. Wasn't that Aizen's stronghold? Rumours and hushed speak always got around. And she knew at least this much. And he referred to Aizen's troops as cretins. Then why did he share a home with them? Her back was pressed against his arm again, letting out a soft breath as she finally started to get more and more of her strength back. And a soft frown crossed her face as she was done with the last one in the cloth. "Isn't that-.." Then she glanced at the eight branded in his forearm. And an explanation ensued.
And said explanation gave her an inkling of hope. At least a major risk factor taken care off. Aizen's troops were no longer a risk. She felt the hand on her knee, warmth spreading up to her face again, pooling in her cheeks. "I," she looked at her staff for a moment, drawing in her bottom lip as she thought. "Thank you.. But I still have a friend whom wanders these wastes. We became split up several days ago. After we were attacked. He told me to run. I... Accept your offer, but I will still want to find him." She swallowed thickly.
She was by no means an honour bound warrior. She was a weak and frail being. "I.. Just had torn my mask off.. Or rather, had it torn off."
Rather than either fear or awe, the bringing up of his home did not invoke any emotions for him to read. It seemed such a place, and all the events which transpired there fell on deaf ears. Whatever rumors spread amongst the sands, he knew them to be like a coin. There would be words spoken of a traitor Espada, who turned his back to Aizen and his cause, or tales of heroism and glory, a single man and his Fraccion spear-heading the fight to free themselves, their home, and others from the grips of tyranny. Theocelese embraced these sentiments towards himself, both were true in the eyes of the many. After clearing his throat, Theocelese let his eyes move to the staff the girl wielded. "Once we reach return, I will assemble a small unit to go in search of your friend. They will need to know what your friend looks like, and his or her name."
He hadn't made a remark on the removal of his mask, and for the briefest of moments there a streak of fury crackled in his golden eyes. He had not been given agency in such a decision, it was made for him. The choice, like his mask, removed and shortly thereafter, he was shackled to the service of a being not fitting for him to serve. Theocelese's anger subsided faster than it became apparent, and instead was replaced with a small smile. She was finished with the biscuits, and now would be a better time to move out. The girl was with her staff, as well as the canteen for when she needed water. "If this is the case, and in your state, you needn't be walking." Theocelese's right arm slipped under Cagliostro's knees and in one motion after, Theocelese was on his feet, holding the other Arrancar. He turned, and began walking back towards the nearly empty palace, and while he could have utilized Sonido to get there in a far faster manner, he wasn't sure the effects it would have on the girl. He also didn't want to risk getting thrown up on.
"You may call me Theocelese. Please, tell me of yourself."
Post by Cagliostro Degli Antichi on Jun 8, 2017 18:19:20 GMT
It was sheer confusion from her part that could be hinted at. But the girl wasn't too expressive at this time. Not from disinterest or a disability to do so. But her mind was preoccupied with survival at this time. Making sure she could live to see another day. Though a day and night cycle was woefully lacking in this realm. And she had heard of a treacherous espada, though she never payed heed to it. Rumour had it that he was the eighth. So there were seven more powerful ones. And those were still loyal. She didn't know any details but the ones aforementioned. Nor did she really keep them in mind. After all, she wasn't aligned with either side. So it wasn't completely important.
She nodded solemnly at the remark. So people would go out to find Daubeny. Another inkling of hope. She was sure the people he sent out would be more than capable of tracking Daubeny down and returning him safely. She took a deep breath, nodding. "Thank you," she stated again. She couldn't really express her gratitude with words properly. So she wouldn't bother to annoy him with attempts at such. The question of why he put in this much effort to save her, feed her and return her to his home arose. But she kept silent, not wishing to come across as crude or thankless.
She however, noticed the fury in his eyes when she spoke about her mask being removed. Another oddity, though she once again refused to ask. It seemed a touchy subject. And judging from his rage, she could only estimate a guess that his also wasn't removed out of his own volition. With a soft squeak, she was pulled into his arms, surprised and flustering once again. She took a deep breath, shaking her head moomentarily.
"Cagliostro.. Cagliostro Degli Antichi," she answered with a soft frown. "What.. Do you wish to know of me, Ser Theocelese?" She wasn't sure. But the man sure looked nobility.
"Cagliostro." Theocelese repeated, it was the type of name that when he spoke with his accented speech, it came out almost naturally. He looked to ponder the name, and wondered the origin of where such a name came from. Having never heard it before, Theocelese was quick to grow curious about this Arrancar. "No need for such a title, Miss Cagliostro. Theocelese, or Theo is sufficient." He began, keeping his eyes focused straight ahead. "If you can recall your life as a mortal, where you came from, what era did your eyes call home before you landed in this Hellish world. Tell me who you are, Miss Cagliostro." The Arrancar's assessment of the man holding her in such a protective manner was, unsurprisingly correct. In the ancient times, when even the weakest of humans in these days were revered as gods for their strength and power. Thetis, the sea nymph, and Pelius, king of the Myrmidon, joined as one to create what he perceived to be the very first incarnation of his soul. This would not be relayed, not anytime soon. Even if Theocelese chose to cryptically reveal who he was, there was not yet one who could decipher what the clouded words meant.
"Unless you would rather close your eyes for now, and attempt to sleep. If you think you can handle it, I can get us back sooner if I use Sonido." The offer to travel the distance at a far greater rate was given, but unlike his decision to carry Cagliostro back, he would not act without the girl's input on the matter. To keep the Arrancar off of her feet was one thing, to potentially make her ill was another.
Post by Cagliostro Degli Antichi on Jun 9, 2017 10:22:36 GMT
"Oh," she remarked, pondering his insistence on dropping his title. It was odd, but something she didn't mind in particular. "Then.. No need for Miss either," she responded with a faint smile. The following question was one far more difficult to answer. What era was she from? She didn't even know how said era was called. And culture wasn't too easy to comprehend. It were dark times. Rome was falling, slowly into a state of ruin. She never saw the end of it, since she fled. To England. "I.. Am originally from the Byzantine empire," she explained. "Myself and my family fled. All but me died in the travels." She took a deep breath. It was always painful to return to this period of time. She didn't really remember her family too well. But she knew she loved them. "I reached England when I was ten. I settled outside a small village, having some knowledge of herbs." She grit her teeth momentarily. The remnants of her mask also settling together. "They hated me.. But it was a symbiotic relationship. They provided me with food, in trade for their herbs and medicine. Even though I was considered a witch, I was necessary for their survival. And they were for mine."
She exhaled slowly, her clenched jaws relaxing ever so slightly. "The village was eventually raided, some knights defended it. Amongst whom was Daubeny. The man I found within the rubble and ashes. Wounded, but whom I saved. I nursed him back to full health," a soft huff, blinking momentarily as she tried keeping her eyes open. "We became friends. And when he was fully healed, he offered a place in the castle of his liege. And he convinced me. I can trace it all back to the very day that-.." She blinked again, this time, to force away the tears. Whenever she shut her eyes, those events started to replay. And soon enough, she was awake again, sweating and feeling for her throat. To be relieved that her head was still there.
"The lord didn't look kindly upon me. Since there were rumours of a white haired witch, spreading disease and misfortune, he offered Daubeny an ultimatum. Either he would take my life and remain in the lord's court. Or the lord himself would execute me and he'd be outlawed as a knight. Daubeny refused to lay a finger on me. I didn't know what happened after, the cold steel of a blade had taken my life already." She drew in her bottom lip between her teeth again, biting down on it, a trickle of blood traveling down.
"I met Daubeny shortly after. He explained he died as well, and hasn't any questions regarding since. So we stuck together. For roughly hundreds of years now." She glanced up at Theo, blinking momentarily. "I'm.. Tired, but if you still have questions, Si-.. Theo, I would gladly answer them. It's the least I can do."
To know he caused the girl pain in reliving her past, Theocelese felt some shame. However, his curiosity wouldn't allow him to simply never bring the subject up, and while the short tale was not a pleasant one...he could relate to the lord in this story being the cause for such misery. Theocelese merely nodded once Cagliostro finished, his mind working to remember all the information he knew of such an ancient civilization. A small smile finally cropped on his face. "You're in the presence of a man who once shared the name of that empire's capital. Interesting, to say the least." He thought such a statement would help throw the girl's mind somewhere else, and even then would not let it settle on that topic. "You rest now, close your eyes and dream not of your past. See to the future, and hope whatever pleasantries come to you unfold into reality." Whether the singing which immediately followed these words were intended to help lull Cagliostro into sleep, or if he suddenly felt the desire to let the lyrical notes of old folk songs come from his lips. The song was sung in Greek, and it didn't seem to be too long before either the girl fell asleep, or she feigned it.
After some time, Theocelese let up on the music and walked in silence the rest of the way back. Each gust of wind that hit his form made him walk a little bit faster than the previous footfall, but he was careful to watch his step. When at last, Las Noches was no longer just a dome in the horizon, Theocelese took Cagliostro to one of the many vacant rooms in the same hallway as his own. The girl was set down on the bed, and Theocelese let his hand rest on the girl's shoulder, shaking her lightly as to not startle her back into consciousness.
"If you would like to sleep more, that's fine. Letting you know we're here, there are clothes in the dresser, I'm unsure if they're to fit you properly, maybe too big. Shower, or bathe, at your own convenience, and when you're ready to speak more, my chambers are three doors down, and to your right."
Post by Cagliostro Degli Antichi on Jun 11, 2017 1:07:07 GMT
A man who once shared the name of their capital. Odd to say the least. But she made no note from it. Again, she didn't mean to offend or fall out of line. And asking those questions she had, well, she wasn't sure whether they would do either of those. So she just nodded. "I.. Can imagine. How.. Old are you, then?" She dared asking the question. If his name was akin to the capital, what age would he be? She heard of newborns sharing that name, but regardless. A question that didn't seem too harmful. Though she'd judge him in his early thirties. Facial hair, long manes, his trained and scarred body. It gave an impression, though she knew his actual age actually had at least one digit to it. If not more.
Her odd ears momentarily perked at the sound of his lips parting slightly, producing soft hums and sung words in a language foreign to her. Though the vowels and sounds were familiar. She cracked a soft yawn, before her eyes slowly slid shut by the soft chanting provided for her. And in her subconscious state, she shuffled closer against his chest, seeking warmth and comfort in it. Her breath coming out in soft, shallow huffs.
And so, time passed. And she was taken to his home, Las Noches. Where she was ever so gently pulled back to reality again, blinking to look up at Theocele tiredly. "I-.." She glanced around slowly, her eyes closing again, sluggishly was key in her movements. "I.. Thank you," she murmured before slowly drifting off again.
She would wake properly only an hour or two later. Sitting up slowly and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She still remembered the information. And got up, moving to bathe. Gods knew what a shower was. A device she didn't know to use. A device she didn't dare to use. And a question she would ask him later.
Roughly three hours later, a soft knock would be placed on Theo's door. And the girl would enter. Washed, hair tied to dry, and in a dress that was indeed a size or two to large. But she seemed at least healthier than before.
She walked in, provided she was allowed to. And the first question she had that wouldn't be majorly offensive was simple. "What's a shower?"
And so, the Arrancar fell back asleep before his eyes. Theocelese didn't mind, she looked like the rest was needed. He left Cagliostro to sleep, and returned to his own quarters. Cleaning was long overdue, and the growing piles of wine bottles, scattered empty packs of cigarettes, and the overflowing ash tray would no longer be looked at with a shrug and the mindset to maybe take care of it later. By the time the girl woke and made her way to the room, he'd completely cleaned from top to bottom. All garbage taken care of, all dusting done, the bed made, every inch of glass cleaned and his book and movie shelves, re-organized. The three shrines dedicated to the gods he prayed to stood out better, and underneath each one bowls of incense were lit.His bathroom had been cleaned last, and once everything was all said and done, Cagliostro would walk into Theocelese sitting in a cushioned chair, his feet propped up. He always favored the Laz-E-Boy as the prime location to read a book, and that was what Cagliostro would see. Theocelese, relaxed in his chair with a small book held in one hand, a lit cigarette fixed inbetween the index and middle fingers of the other hand.
The question hadn't quite thrown him off, and most days he knew the ancient souls that he met hadn't a faintest clue about any technological wonders. It made him feel like a genius, but none the less, the inquiry caused a small smile to form upon his lips.
"It is like a bath house, but put in a single room and meant for...maybe two people, depending on size. Come, I'll show you." He said, setting the book down in between the arm rest and the seat, and as he sat up the inclined footrest declined. The cigarette was pulled from once, and he blew the smoke out before leading the girl. At a first glance, the room Theocelese took up was far bigger than most other rooms. Where as the rooms which were mostly vacant could, at best be comparable to a five star hotel room, the man' was akin to a suite. The bathroom was the same, larger, more spacious and fitted two sinks instead of one. The Arrancar pointed to the shower door, moving towards it and opening it up. With a simple twist of a left knob, water began flowing from the showerhead.
"I'm not sure if you saw, but yours, and every other room has towels, soap, and the like." Theocelese said with a simple shrug. She looked clean, well, cleaner than before, so how did she not figure out the shower? "How are you, otherwise?"
Post by Cagliostro Degli Antichi on Jun 11, 2017 21:31:05 GMT
"So, it's more private?" She asked, a soft frown crossing her face. That was genius. "Is it traditional for two people then?" Said question followed. Was it costumary for the people of this world to bathe together? Or was it a more intimate suggestion hinted at? She couldn't tell either way, but she followed him into the bathroom, looking at him turning the knob, before flinching and taking a step back as water suddenly poured down from the showerhead, her nose wrinkling slightly. "I.. Saw that.. Those- Weird see through containers, with ointments, correct?" She asked, frowning softly. "I took the purple one, the one scenting of lavender. It hard... Odd inscriptions on it."
A faucet wasn't too unknown to her, nor was a bath tub, to some extent. Rain barrels back in her day had the same kind of contraption. And while she never really fathomed on how to use it, it was something she understood because it opened the barrel directly. Here? He turned the faucet that was stuck in the wall. And water ran down from above the faucet. How was that even possible? She shook her head momentarily. Just accept it. Else she'd be stuck with a headache pondering this impossible contraption, and that would be the last of her desires.
"I-.. I am feeling well," she answered, tearing her gaze from this shower device to look back at Theo, holding her arm, before averting her eyes again, opting to stare at the oddly textured floor. "May.. I know why you bothered to pick me from the sands and save me? I'm not ungrateful, at all, Theocelese."
"Indeed, far more private than what you may be used to. If you and this Debauney character are together, then by all means, whatever you do behind closed doors is none of my business." Theocelese said with a shrug, turning the knob again the shut the shower off. His arms crossed, and he exited the room. "Nevermind what the bottles say, it just tells you what was used to make it, the scent, and has many words to entice a buyer to purchase it. If you enjoy the lavender, we can get more." Theocelese walked back to his chair, his cigarette still burning in the ashtray. He lifted it to take a pull, crossing his left leg over the right at the knee. He'd been avoiding explaining his actions until this moment, as the question caused the man to think. He knew what he did, and he acted without really thinking twice about it the very core reason for plucking Cagliostro from the sands.
"I did so because it was the right thing to do. Call it my sense of honour, call me a sucker for someone in need," The Arrancar began, letting the cigarette rest between his lips while his fingers crossed together over his elevated knee. "You needed help, and that's all there is to it. The room you were in can be yours permanently, but I can't make you make that decision for you. If I may speak openly, and honestly, there are far too many empty rooms than there used to be. I would love for you to stay, and I would like to see you grow to call this place home. There are many tasks at hand that I alone cannot complete. I am but one man, and I am in need of help." Once more, Theocelese took a drag from his smoke, letting one hand come up to remove it from his lips to rid the cherry of excess ash. "This place, Las Noches, is no longer ruled by a single being. It is no longer of anyone to serve a higher power, no being told what to do and expected to do it lest you face punishment. You would not walk behind me, nor anyone else here, instead you would walk beside us as an equal. No matter your background, or origin."
No matter how honestly he spoke, the simplest of scrutiny applied to what he said revealed there may have been something he was leaving out. It was a matter he wished not to think about, or dwell on. Theocelese was focused on the here and now.
Post by Cagliostro Degli Antichi on Jun 12, 2017 21:25:36 GMT
"Oh-.." She went silent for a moment, before her cheeks flushed. "Y-you have it all wrong! Me and Daubeny-.. We're not involved such," she protested. Though the thought crossed her mind more than once, the grudge of her being killed by his doing, him regretting that fact and the mutual respect they shared for eachother seemed to halt any romantic advances in it's tracks. She tried with all her heart to forgive him. But it was in the end, his fault that she died. And even though she held him close and liked him, it still stung each time their eyes met.
She folded her hands behind her back, slowly scratching the palm of her hand, a small mannerism to try and calm the nerves she had from interacting with the man. She didn't distrust him, at all. And his motives seemed pure and honest, else they wouldn't be this far, but just fathoming that he could kill her in the blink of an eye. She was woefully aware of the gap between them. She could only strive for that, but by no means would she ever reach such a level. "You wish for me to live here?" She asked, frowning softly. Walking side by side. Equals, with pride. No more looking down, avoiding eye contact. 'Equal' was a word she never experienced. She was always 'lower' or 'subordinate'. "I.. Would want to find Daubeny, first off. But, if you allow it, I will remain here during his search and.. Walk beside you as equals." She gave the man a faint smile, her heart skipping a beat. "But-.. Why me? You have not once seen my powers, would I be of use to you?" She bit her lip momentarily.
"I'm not strong, by any means, as you might've seen."
Theocelese raised a hand upwards, the palm aimed towards Cagliostro. "Regardless, shower alone, with another of your choosing, again, what you do behind closed doors is none of my business." He felt as though to reiterate was the right thing to do. That couldn't be anymore truthful, as he would respect the privacy of others so long as they respected his. Theocelese also felt Cagliostro was not one to raise false concerns at his actions.
"I do, in fact wish for you to stay, "Again, Theocelese was reiterating this, but once again it was important for him to do so, albeit this time around he would explain a little more in depth on the subject. "but it is choice is yours to decide. If you have been around as long as I'm to believe, you know Hueco Mundo has no laws. It is the wild west, but without law dogs to comb the streets for criminals. However, here in Las Noches, there are laws, and all, even I, must abide by them. One of those laws decided upon by the many who used to live here, is that unless we are in a state of war, everyone is free to do as they wish, so long as it does not involve removing any individual being's agency to make decisions of their own free will. The second, although equally important law, is that outside of sparring, there will be no killing here. Disputes are settled with words, but if they cannot, all parties involved go out into the desert." He hadn't made mention that almost every time some form of conflict broke out, something in his kitchen or bar was broken. Such a crime was punishable by extreme scoldings, and the criminal forced to replace what was damaged or destroyed.
"As to what you are capable of, I was hoping to discuss that with you over a cup of coffee, or tea, if you'd rather." Theocelese reached over to the small table beside his chair, picking up a strange, black, rectangular object, and a pair of glasses. Ever since Seran switched to these...touch screens...it was hell for Theocelese. He liked the old flip phone. After putting the spectacles to rest over the mask covered bridge of his nose, he taped the black rectangle a few times and it lit up. After a few moments of mumbling to himself, he put the device up to his ear and rose from his seat. "Assemble a unit for me, twenty in number who are proficient in speed and tracking. Meet me in the diner. Yes. Yes, we're looking for someone specific. Thank you." With another tap, and a click, the lit screen went back to a lifeless state. Theocelese raised an arm, gesturing for Cagliostro to exit the room before him.
"Everyone here performs some duty or another, and you've made mention you are good with medical salves and the like. I can stitch someone back together and treat most wounds but without the proper supplies, I can do nothing. Your knowledge would be greatly appreciated. You may not call yourself strong, however, you would be on equal standing with my own talents. It should be no surprise my talents lie in killing. But we shall speak more of this downstairs, yes?"
Post by Cagliostro Degli Antichi on Jun 15, 2017 8:02:27 GMT
"Ah, alright," she murmured her response, nodding solemnly at his reply. The fluster on her cheeks lessening slightly. Although she liked the basis of mutual respect. The fact that he wasn't prying for what was privacy. It just went to affirm her suspicions more. That this was nothing less than a decent and honourable man. But she remained silent when he spoke again, squeezing her hand behind her back occasionally as he spoke. Hueco Mundo being lawless sands? Nothing less was true. Death was a promise if you weren't useful or strong in some way. Luckily, she had Daubeny, who in spite of her, was strong and defended her tirelessly. It was how she survived for so long. Shared meals and prey caused the both of them to evolve. Then another hollow, more powerful than them came along and attacked them. One of the things it did was tearing her mask off.
Which was hinted at by the rather jagged fracture pattern around the remnants of her mask. She glanced at the device, frowning heavily. Wait, so he was touching something. And it responded to it. Was it a living being? He stood up, pressing it to his ear and starting to speak. Was that how you communicated to it? But she didn't respond, merely staring at the device as it returned back to it's so called lifeless state. "What's... That?" She questioned, eyes wide in awe.
But she shook her head, gathering her thoughts again and nodded, moving to the door and pushing it open, holding it for him while looking back at him. Her pose, which was normally a very closed posture and a very hunched stature that would be akin to hanging one's head in shame had changed, shifted to a more proudful one. Shoulders straight and chin held high. Though it wasn't cocky by any means either. "I.. Alchemy, yes. Tonics and salves for wounds and various aches, as well as complaints," she answered. "I.. Also know how to hone a sword and clean armour and such," she replied, nodding at his statement. "Ofcourse, please lead the way," she said with a soft smile.
The noticeable change in posture caused Theocelese to return the smile. It was good to see such a state altered so dramatically, and he could only hope it remained as such. The more prideful look suited the girl better. "I'm not a hundred percent we have everything you would need for all those things, but any ingredient you may ever need can be procured from here on out. Though, um...I'd need a list or would need you with me because I haven't the faintest clue about Alchemy other than old fools trying to make gold out of lesser valued materials." Theocelese walked with Cagliostro, one hand having grabbed the communicator once more to explain the device as best as a man who, accidentally managed to hack into every other one of these devices to permanently change the incoming call screen and music without even knowing what he was doing. Somehow...and he wasn't sure about this, or who managed to do so, but somehow there was a photo of him in the computer systems clothed just enough that all one had to use was imagination for any devious thoughts. Theocelese was still...wondering if he should try to fix the problem.
"That is good knowledge to have just the same. It would be nice to have someone other than myself caring about the state of such things," He raised the phone up, bringing it to life once more as the screen lit up. The image of a basket full of kittens all looking up in the direction of whoever looked at the picture appeared. "As to what this is, technology has evolved far beyond what you will be used to. Think of it as an instant letter carrier, a tool to look up just about anything you could want to look up, be it out of boredom or research. You can also take pictures and video with it, see here." That was when the barrage of pictures and videos of cats began, and during the walk Theocelese explained the hand held device, showing her other images of landscapes he'd been to, as well as one too many pictures of weapons. By the time they reached the diner, he'd gone through at least two-hundred pictures of different small, fluffy animals alone. Though the new setting would have helped Cagliostro feel somewhat at home, the new design resembling ancient Greece with its various pottery and artwork on the marble walls. Everything else...however...that may have been a different story.
"...Have you..." Theocelese stopped his words, already knowing the answer. "Nevermind. Please have a seat." He gestured at the many empty tables with open seats, as well as the front counter, to which he went behind. From a black chest, Theocelese took out two glass bottles, both looking cold to the touch and each having the word 'Sprite' on some kind of fanciful label.
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