03-19-2018, 07:21 PM
Carrefore, as it was called, was bristling with life and commune. Very few even so much as glanced at the boy's form as he shuffled through the crowd, dodging human and horse drawn carriages alike. His eyes flashed back and forth, looking for anything that would point the way, but none came until he meandered in front of the police station. Serraph would find the structure lacking, the rough, barely treated walls contrasting heavily by steel supports from what seemed to be Coruscant. They for sure would know where he needed to go, but something told him the enforcers of a iron-fisted government wouldn't be the best place to check.
"The Empire is not so different from the Gotei 13.", he'd mumble to himself, the corners of his mouth flexing into an unsightly grimace. His eyes trailed along the cracked planks that made up the building before coming across a large billeting board that neighbored the rickety staircase leading into the police station. Upon its rough surface, bounties and various advertisements were posted as well as what seemed to be current events. His hand tore off one hanging low, its page worn from abuse. His eyes scanned over it.
It wasn't much he didn't know already, but it did raise an urgent thought among his mind. He knew this world wouldn't effect the world back home, but who's to say what would have been different if Nippur had remained among the Babylons? If this Gilgemesh was who what people said of him, then things could end up very different.
His uncomfortable facial contortion would straighten itself before curving into an even more grotesque smile, his teeth pressing tightly against each other. He'd glance up at the map of the Dunes, his eyes trailing the various paths he'd need to take between Carrefore and Nippur.
"Mmn~ I'd better get a move o--", he'd mumble to himself before being cutoff by a nearby cry, which was quickly silenced. His hand fell to the hilt of his blade, pulling it but a few inches from its scabbard. His eyes flicked to where he heard the cry.
"An alleyway? Ominous", his voice whispered as he approached what appeared to be an empty gap between the various buildings. The walls were splashed in an opaque, crimson mess. Whatever happened here was brief at best. Serraph was not too far off. His white gloved hand would press against the blood stain, the wet substance bleeding into the soft fabric of his glove. It was fresh. Such a thing would have been thought of as a given, but there was always a chance of this stain preexisting. Unlike lightning, many predators tended to strike the same place twice.
"This was not the case, however..." he'd mumble bringing a blood stained digit to his tongue. It was still warm to the touch. The taste itself was human in nature, like the taste of wet metal. Who ever was taken just now had put up resistance and incapacitated, but where could the body have gone in this short span of time. His eyes glanced down at his feet, his leather shoes treading upon broken ground. Slowly he'd draw his blade, his ears hard at work to detect anyone else that would have responded to such a commotion. He would have to be quick. Questions had to be answered.
He'd lightly stab at the ground beside the busted surface finding a firm resistance. Normally the ground would be tightly at least around the town. There was a coat of sand covering it but for the most part the ground wasn't loose. He'd fidget the tip of his pale blade from the ground before hovering it over the disturbance, letting it sink down into its depths. There was a noticeable lack of resistance here as the white blade slipped down and down into the ground seemingly with no end. He'd pull the sword from the ground, his eyes trailing the broken ground as it led out into the sandy wastes and beyond.
"Interesting~", the Arrancar would coo softly to himself as the dust covered blade fell back into place within its home. He'd begin following the artificial trail, tilting the umbrella down to cut off the dreadful light of the sun. His other hand fell to the hilt of his blade, just in case whatever was boring through the dunes decided to retrace its steps.
"The Empire is not so different from the Gotei 13.", he'd mumble to himself, the corners of his mouth flexing into an unsightly grimace. His eyes trailed along the cracked planks that made up the building before coming across a large billeting board that neighbored the rickety staircase leading into the police station. Upon its rough surface, bounties and various advertisements were posted as well as what seemed to be current events. His hand tore off one hanging low, its page worn from abuse. His eyes scanned over it.
It wasn't much he didn't know already, but it did raise an urgent thought among his mind. He knew this world wouldn't effect the world back home, but who's to say what would have been different if Nippur had remained among the Babylons? If this Gilgemesh was who what people said of him, then things could end up very different.
His uncomfortable facial contortion would straighten itself before curving into an even more grotesque smile, his teeth pressing tightly against each other. He'd glance up at the map of the Dunes, his eyes trailing the various paths he'd need to take between Carrefore and Nippur.
"Mmn~ I'd better get a move o--", he'd mumble to himself before being cutoff by a nearby cry, which was quickly silenced. His hand fell to the hilt of his blade, pulling it but a few inches from its scabbard. His eyes flicked to where he heard the cry.
"An alleyway? Ominous", his voice whispered as he approached what appeared to be an empty gap between the various buildings. The walls were splashed in an opaque, crimson mess. Whatever happened here was brief at best. Serraph was not too far off. His white gloved hand would press against the blood stain, the wet substance bleeding into the soft fabric of his glove. It was fresh. Such a thing would have been thought of as a given, but there was always a chance of this stain preexisting. Unlike lightning, many predators tended to strike the same place twice.
"This was not the case, however..." he'd mumble bringing a blood stained digit to his tongue. It was still warm to the touch. The taste itself was human in nature, like the taste of wet metal. Who ever was taken just now had put up resistance and incapacitated, but where could the body have gone in this short span of time. His eyes glanced down at his feet, his leather shoes treading upon broken ground. Slowly he'd draw his blade, his ears hard at work to detect anyone else that would have responded to such a commotion. He would have to be quick. Questions had to be answered.
He'd lightly stab at the ground beside the busted surface finding a firm resistance. Normally the ground would be tightly at least around the town. There was a coat of sand covering it but for the most part the ground wasn't loose. He'd fidget the tip of his pale blade from the ground before hovering it over the disturbance, letting it sink down into its depths. There was a noticeable lack of resistance here as the white blade slipped down and down into the ground seemingly with no end. He'd pull the sword from the ground, his eyes trailing the broken ground as it led out into the sandy wastes and beyond.
"Interesting~", the Arrancar would coo softly to himself as the dust covered blade fell back into place within its home. He'd begin following the artificial trail, tilting the umbrella down to cut off the dreadful light of the sun. His other hand fell to the hilt of his blade, just in case whatever was boring through the dunes decided to retrace its steps.
"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!"