Post by itsygo on Jul 16, 2012 17:43:50 GMT -6
”The likes of us don’t belong in this world.” The woman’s face twisted as her brows furrowed, sharpened like thunderbolts as a distant anger clouded her usually bright features. She held up the opposing Arrancar, a seething, imposing giant, complete with a repertoire of choice words to describe the lithe woman clutching him by his thick jugular. ”Please go home now.” A swift fist rammed into the man’s face with the sound of a thundercrack before the man flew into the black hole the woman had crafted merely a second ago. The last thing Neliel heard from the man were more distinguished vocabulary to depict his pathetic image as the Garganta consumed him, its obsidian lips vanishing into thin air after closing. A sigh escaped the woman’s lips; they multiplied. It seemed to her that Karakura Town ran rife with incoming hollows, and she preferred not to think about the damage Arrancar could so easily affect. Smiling, she thought herself ironic. A few minutes ago, she had entered the human world with the direct assignment of recruiting Arrancar into her Greenhorsemen Army. She knew all too well of the incoming war, of the possible carnage, of her need to have an army fully equipped and trained for battle…yet, as minutes passed, she found herself with a new book awaiting her blissfully next to her sheathed Zanpakuto.
On the outskirts of Karakura Town, a vacant desert area allotted for the inconvenient discharge of that pesky Arrancar (and two others preceding him). However, Neliel would have much rather spent the brief time she had here shopping, dressing herself up in human girl fancies, dining, and reading. The human world offered an abundance of fun activities that Neliel would never partake in due to the dire situation in Hueco Mundo. She felt a pressing obligation to consistently observe her friends in their fragile location in that vast white desert. In the brief span of an hour, one of the others could easily conquer the base and thus, kill all her treasured Arrancar. For over fifty years, nothing shifty of the sort happened, yet she couldn’t be sure. She inhibited in the shadow of apprehension. That was her reality. With a war slowly yet surely approaching, Hueco Mundo would only sharpen its edge, pushed to her throat like a knife, and then…she sighed again before touching her skin, ascertaining the lovely warmth of the sun. It was encouraging, perpetual fuel for human beings. She hoped it would one day illuminate the answers behind these discouraging issues.
”The auspicious joys of the human world never fail to make me happy,” Neliel gently purred as she glanced up at the beaming sun.
Neliel understood the pressure behind her limited time here, but still gingerly walked over to her book and Zanpakuto. For her to be able to protect her precious friends, she needed to protect herself and her deteriorating mentality first. After retrieving her items, she trudged over to a human bench: a bus stop in the middle of the desert, perhaps, for travelers into this lively town. There, she cuddled herself along its woody, aged edge, finding comfort in any texture differing from the slippery and gritty substance of sand. She cracked the book open, finding endorphins rush through her wrists at the pleasant feel of a new spine (and, for once, not an unfortunate live one). The sweet aroma of the new book calmed her, and she pretended to read. In reality, she needed time to contemplate the issues promising to throw worlds into pandemonium. She also needed a sanctuary safe to see her sadness; her Fraccion would quickly flock to her side at the sight of her frowns, where she would then force a smile upon herself and send them off. Everything would be alright, she would sweetly tell them. She believed this, but she always omitted the second part to that statement: everything would be alright only if she could make it alright with plan and action. Plan and action…she tousled the words together in her mind while sitting upon the bench, contemplating her own plan and action.
On the outskirts of Karakura Town, a vacant desert area allotted for the inconvenient discharge of that pesky Arrancar (and two others preceding him). However, Neliel would have much rather spent the brief time she had here shopping, dressing herself up in human girl fancies, dining, and reading. The human world offered an abundance of fun activities that Neliel would never partake in due to the dire situation in Hueco Mundo. She felt a pressing obligation to consistently observe her friends in their fragile location in that vast white desert. In the brief span of an hour, one of the others could easily conquer the base and thus, kill all her treasured Arrancar. For over fifty years, nothing shifty of the sort happened, yet she couldn’t be sure. She inhibited in the shadow of apprehension. That was her reality. With a war slowly yet surely approaching, Hueco Mundo would only sharpen its edge, pushed to her throat like a knife, and then…she sighed again before touching her skin, ascertaining the lovely warmth of the sun. It was encouraging, perpetual fuel for human beings. She hoped it would one day illuminate the answers behind these discouraging issues.
”The auspicious joys of the human world never fail to make me happy,” Neliel gently purred as she glanced up at the beaming sun.
Neliel understood the pressure behind her limited time here, but still gingerly walked over to her book and Zanpakuto. For her to be able to protect her precious friends, she needed to protect herself and her deteriorating mentality first. After retrieving her items, she trudged over to a human bench: a bus stop in the middle of the desert, perhaps, for travelers into this lively town. There, she cuddled herself along its woody, aged edge, finding comfort in any texture differing from the slippery and gritty substance of sand. She cracked the book open, finding endorphins rush through her wrists at the pleasant feel of a new spine (and, for once, not an unfortunate live one). The sweet aroma of the new book calmed her, and she pretended to read. In reality, she needed time to contemplate the issues promising to throw worlds into pandemonium. She also needed a sanctuary safe to see her sadness; her Fraccion would quickly flock to her side at the sight of her frowns, where she would then force a smile upon herself and send them off. Everything would be alright, she would sweetly tell them. She believed this, but she always omitted the second part to that statement: everything would be alright only if she could make it alright with plan and action. Plan and action…she tousled the words together in her mind while sitting upon the bench, contemplating her own plan and action.