03-25-2018, 07:54 PM
The gunfire would continue on and on into the night. His silver, dim glowing eyes gazed out towards Nippur, trailing about its ruined architecture that at one time must have been something spectacular to behold. Mighty walls were crumbled and smashed into sections. Hell, it resembled a collection of shoddy watch towers and piles of rubble than a proper wall at this point. This city had been coveted so much that people were willing to destroy it in attempts to control it. It was a pity, really. These mindless brutes couldn't have begun to comprehend the impact of their raiding and pillaging. Granted such evils in this world did give opportunity for others to defend themselves and speed up research and discovery, but the Omniverse worked a bit differently. Leave a group of secondaries alone to their own devices and something similar to that of the world he originated may occur, but everything would change should a prime show his face.Through the ability to summon alone could they improve or destabilize everything the secondary's civilization had strove to achieve. Surely Primes were gods among men.
The city and the chaos ensuing within was clear to see but something else was occurring much closer to Serraph's position. A faint pillar of smoke rose from behind the cover of a nearby rocky alcove. Had it not been a full moon that night, Serraph would have perhaps not even noticed. The position seemed to be well concealed despite its relative proximity to Nippur which brought into question what exactly it is. Serraph's path would change as the new question formulated into his mind. This could be a forward operating base for the barbarians daring to sack such a glorious city. It could be a refugee camp or an observation post. It could be anything really, yet Serraph felt that it would behoove him to find out for himself. Serraph had planned on visiting this place which had become a focal point for hostile forces. Should any potential enemy reside in this secluded area, it would be best to snuff it out now if not learn more about this potential threat.
The Arrancar would scale dune after dune, his once pure white pants stained a light khaki from the fine sand's influence. Even his own skin had taken in the finely ground earth, his chest becoming a dirty mixture of light brown and ink back. He felt a bit weighed down, perhaps even touching into the realm of exhaustion. his hands would clutch at the precipice of a mountainous dune, his fingers catching rough stone. His head rose, looking up at the pillar of smoke rising from the alcove.
He'd pull himself up upon the ledge , his face coming close to another shrouded behind a bone-clad mask. Serraph dared not move but simply let out a soft exhale. This sentry had yet to strike at him. It was examining him rather closely. Its crimson eyes flicked over him then centered on the perfectly round hole in Serraph's chest. Its breath exhaled a cloud of hot steam before raising his head, his eyes standing a diligent vigil.
"Welcome back, Brother. I pray your hunt went well." , it said, the small imp like creature stepping to the side, bowing its head slightly as Serraph climbed upon the jagged boulder. Not only did it recognize Serraph as one of them, but it saw the number upon his shoulder. Its true that normal hollows at the very least treated the Espada with a high form of respect, but it would seem some of that would be transferred here in a world where those rules did not apply. He will not be a threat to him at the time being.
"Very well, little one. I've found an answer to a question I needed fulfilled."
The city and the chaos ensuing within was clear to see but something else was occurring much closer to Serraph's position. A faint pillar of smoke rose from behind the cover of a nearby rocky alcove. Had it not been a full moon that night, Serraph would have perhaps not even noticed. The position seemed to be well concealed despite its relative proximity to Nippur which brought into question what exactly it is. Serraph's path would change as the new question formulated into his mind. This could be a forward operating base for the barbarians daring to sack such a glorious city. It could be a refugee camp or an observation post. It could be anything really, yet Serraph felt that it would behoove him to find out for himself. Serraph had planned on visiting this place which had become a focal point for hostile forces. Should any potential enemy reside in this secluded area, it would be best to snuff it out now if not learn more about this potential threat.
The Arrancar would scale dune after dune, his once pure white pants stained a light khaki from the fine sand's influence. Even his own skin had taken in the finely ground earth, his chest becoming a dirty mixture of light brown and ink back. He felt a bit weighed down, perhaps even touching into the realm of exhaustion. his hands would clutch at the precipice of a mountainous dune, his fingers catching rough stone. His head rose, looking up at the pillar of smoke rising from the alcove.
He'd pull himself up upon the ledge , his face coming close to another shrouded behind a bone-clad mask. Serraph dared not move but simply let out a soft exhale. This sentry had yet to strike at him. It was examining him rather closely. Its crimson eyes flicked over him then centered on the perfectly round hole in Serraph's chest. Its breath exhaled a cloud of hot steam before raising his head, his eyes standing a diligent vigil.
"Welcome back, Brother. I pray your hunt went well." , it said, the small imp like creature stepping to the side, bowing its head slightly as Serraph climbed upon the jagged boulder. Not only did it recognize Serraph as one of them, but it saw the number upon his shoulder. Its true that normal hollows at the very least treated the Espada with a high form of respect, but it would seem some of that would be transferred here in a world where those rules did not apply. He will not be a threat to him at the time being.
"Very well, little one. I've found an answer to a question I needed fulfilled."
"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!"