03-16-2018, 11:02 PM
White.
Pale.
Blinding.
The color, or lack of it depending on one's perspective, was beginning to bore the Arrancar. His baser instincts craved for the darkness of night and the comforting glow of an ominous moon. A shiver would race down the paper spine of the boy, the steel grey of his eyes trailing over the emanating light of the portal. This was what was rumored to be similar to Hueco Mundo, or at least as close as this place could muster without intervention and within this great desert a land that rivaled that of Los Noches by its description, Nippur. Serraph recognized the name from historical texts. He had once derived that this was an ancient city nestled within the theorized birthplace of human civilization. This city was under the flag of New Babylon, no less! For a librarian looking to create a vast ocean of knowledge, this would be a suiting place to call home for the time being.
His finger tips would touch the glowing soup of ominilinium, his outstretched arm trembling from anticipation. Aye, he had used Coruscant's twice, but what if it were different? What if he were to step out onto the other side as a completely different man? What if the Endless Dunes weren't as what was told? What if? What if?
"What if? What If? What... if...", his lips mouthed, his voice crackling as thoughts became spoken words. He'd press against the gateway, the heavenly glow of the gate offering no resistance to him. He'd take a step, then another, and then another. His eyes would be blinded, but not by the soft luminescence of the portal, but by the hostile, yellow light of the sun leveled directly into his eyes. The Arrancar would recoil back, nearly stumbling back through the gateway. He was not prepared in the slightest.
The sun bore down upon him relentlessly, his paper skin drying quite quickly. It was a strange experience being able to feel the outer layer of one's flesh slowly shrivel as the few molecules of water it contained were quickly ripped away. His teeth would clench together, the rays of heat weaving its way through him. It was too uncomfortable for the boy to bear and so he held out his hand, the glowing light of coalescing omnilinium forming and shaping itself. Serraph's hand would tighten like a vice around the object, a rather broad umbrella formed within his grip. He'd twirl the new object and allowed it to expand before aiming at the vengeful star in the sky, hiding in the shadow the umbrella gave. The relief was minor, providing no solace to the intense heat from the radiating sands, but it was a start. It was fairly difficult to explore his own thoughts with a supernova blasting in his face.
He'd begin walking, his shoes sifting through the worn trail through the savanna he'd happened upon. So far this was nothing like Hueco Mundo. His home was cold and trapped in eternal night. Dunes stretched in all directions as far as the eye can see. It was so, what was the word, consistent. Of course dark petrified trees dotted the landscape but that was home. There were no shinigami to attempt to slay you. Only the conflicts with his kin remained there to keep himself occupied.
Pale.
Blinding.
The color, or lack of it depending on one's perspective, was beginning to bore the Arrancar. His baser instincts craved for the darkness of night and the comforting glow of an ominous moon. A shiver would race down the paper spine of the boy, the steel grey of his eyes trailing over the emanating light of the portal. This was what was rumored to be similar to Hueco Mundo, or at least as close as this place could muster without intervention and within this great desert a land that rivaled that of Los Noches by its description, Nippur. Serraph recognized the name from historical texts. He had once derived that this was an ancient city nestled within the theorized birthplace of human civilization. This city was under the flag of New Babylon, no less! For a librarian looking to create a vast ocean of knowledge, this would be a suiting place to call home for the time being.
His finger tips would touch the glowing soup of ominilinium, his outstretched arm trembling from anticipation. Aye, he had used Coruscant's twice, but what if it were different? What if he were to step out onto the other side as a completely different man? What if the Endless Dunes weren't as what was told? What if? What if?
"What if? What If? What... if...", his lips mouthed, his voice crackling as thoughts became spoken words. He'd press against the gateway, the heavenly glow of the gate offering no resistance to him. He'd take a step, then another, and then another. His eyes would be blinded, but not by the soft luminescence of the portal, but by the hostile, yellow light of the sun leveled directly into his eyes. The Arrancar would recoil back, nearly stumbling back through the gateway. He was not prepared in the slightest.
The sun bore down upon him relentlessly, his paper skin drying quite quickly. It was a strange experience being able to feel the outer layer of one's flesh slowly shrivel as the few molecules of water it contained were quickly ripped away. His teeth would clench together, the rays of heat weaving its way through him. It was too uncomfortable for the boy to bear and so he held out his hand, the glowing light of coalescing omnilinium forming and shaping itself. Serraph's hand would tighten like a vice around the object, a rather broad umbrella formed within his grip. He'd twirl the new object and allowed it to expand before aiming at the vengeful star in the sky, hiding in the shadow the umbrella gave. The relief was minor, providing no solace to the intense heat from the radiating sands, but it was a start. It was fairly difficult to explore his own thoughts with a supernova blasting in his face.
He'd begin walking, his shoes sifting through the worn trail through the savanna he'd happened upon. So far this was nothing like Hueco Mundo. His home was cold and trapped in eternal night. Dunes stretched in all directions as far as the eye can see. It was so, what was the word, consistent. Of course dark petrified trees dotted the landscape but that was home. There were no shinigami to attempt to slay you. Only the conflicts with his kin remained there to keep himself occupied.
"Mine eyes hath seen the glory of the presence of my Lord. He is sifting through the treasures in which his Gates of Wrath does store. He lets loose the righteous vengeance of his terrible swift swords. Gilgemesh has returned!"