04-18-2018, 07:12 PM
The flares stayed in place for a decent amount of time, long enough for Serraph and the rest of the entourage to somewhat calculate a proper route to their destination. Their march from their camp wasn't close to elegant. Civilians would trip and slide through formation, unintentionally breaking the ranks in process. The rather rectangular formation would be bent and misshaped. People would scramble to get back in their positions as their group leaders called them back with the thumping of weapons upon shields. Serraph wouldn't have to worry about this ill tasting show for much longer as the ground itself became a bit more on the level side of things. His eyes of silver glanced at the broken segments of defensive walling, its crumbling stone structure scarred with bullet holes and scorch marks.
"The defenders must have fought hard to keep out the hordes. No doubt they had run dry in the ways of supplies.", the small Arrancar mused, his right thumb brushing across his chin. His eyes scanned over the tops of the various ruined buildings, keeping aware of anything that may be amiss. The town was a big one, but this road was a straight shot towards the palace gates. Even from here the group could see various gaurds making their rounds as well as various other individuals entering and leaving the palace gates quite frequently.
As he continued along his path, his tense demeanor would lax. One by one his few followers would rejoin him, leaping from atop various scouting positions within dark alleyways and rooftops over looking this stretch of road.
"The way is clear, My Lord. ", The Glutton would speak ever so nonchalantly. Serraph's eyes would glance in his direction. The bulbous belly of his seemed to have grown two sizes since first awakening as an Arrancar. Serraph would have to keep a harder leash on him in the future.
"I see. I also see you're quite the messy eater. Something tells me you didn't send the right signal, Glutton.", Serraph spat at the man, his eyes returning the the roadway ahead of him. "I believe the words I spoke were, 'Do not reveal yourself to any possible enemy. Report using your flares.'"
"I underst-"
"I believe you signaled an 'All Clear'. I assume you did this after the fact.", Serraph would interrupt, his right open hand raising to signal the formation behind him to stop. The smaller Arrancar would turn towards the Glutton and step towards him, his eyes of silver looking up at his taller servant. "You are my Fracciones now. Soon I will speak to the king of this land regarding the men and women I saved. It would be a grave shame If I were to tell him that my own Fracciones helped devour his subjects. I can afford to be executed for the mistakes of my own servants. How about yourself?", He'd growl, placing an open palm on the larger man's chest.
"Lord Serr-", he'd stammer, his body fat grotesquely quaking with each movement no matter how mild. Disgusting.
"The signal you sent could have been a mistake. Did you take into account that perhaps others were watching you? You just might have made any future efforts that more difficult.", He'd sigh, taking a step from the man to approach the contingent of guards standing watch by the golden gates of the palace.
Perhaps moving so casually with a severed head in the apparent young man's grip wasn't the best of actions to perform. A pair of guards broke off to approach the Espada, their hands gripping their blade's velvet hilts. Their golden armor gleamed in the moonlight providing an inciting yet somewhat menacing appearance to their regal armor. They surely looked the part they played.
"Who are you, boy? What are those people you've brought with you?", he'd shout, keeping a reasonable distance from the Arrancar.
"Oh. These people?", Serraph would say with a tilt of his head, pointing his free hand back at the rather loose formation behind him. "I seemed to have found them on the outskirts of the city. Some may need care and medical attention. I suggest you go check for yourself."
The guard would look from Serraph to the people and then back to the boy. He'd nod and rush forward, his hand now away from his weapon. Serraph didn't wait for him to return, he'd have his hands full with that crowd of people. He'd move to the other guards his followers walking close behind him. He took a single look at the closer one's stalwart demeanor and stone-faced... face and giggled lightheartedly. With the responsibility of a couple of hundred civilians out of his hands he could have a bit of fun. The young man would stroll up to the nearest guard and rapped his knuckles upon his Golden laced vambrace, his face feigning a look of worry and distraught.
"E-excuse me... m-m-mister?" The young man would stutter, his left arm curling around his back to conceal the severed head of his former. "I n-need to see K-King Gilgamesh. C-can I go?"
The guard looked down upon in calm frustration but shook his head. "The good king is currently seeing all primes within the boundaries of his territory. We can feed you and provide shelter, but we cannot allow just anybody to look upon his golden Visage."
"I-I am a prime...", Serraph would look down in a downtrodden nature, his head tilted in a slight, depressed nature. His gut would tighten, his breath halting to keep the laughter from bursting through his clenched jaw.
"Um... yes. You may pass. My colleague here will escort you to the throne room."
Serraph would nod, allowing himself a soft giggle as he was led through the front doors of the palace. Upon the face of the radiant doors ancient histories were carved. Serraph lacked the proper context to decipher which image represented what but it seemed to loosely follow the legend of Gilgemesh up to his inclusion here in this wonderful world. A few images he could assume such as an image depicting two figures setting out on a hardy journey, Gilgemesh's journey with Enkidu.
"Curious", he'd think to himself as he stepped within the confines of the palace, his way lit by dimly flaring lamps. He'd have to inquire on that particular character's whereabouts when the opportunity represents itself.
"The defenders must have fought hard to keep out the hordes. No doubt they had run dry in the ways of supplies.", the small Arrancar mused, his right thumb brushing across his chin. His eyes scanned over the tops of the various ruined buildings, keeping aware of anything that may be amiss. The town was a big one, but this road was a straight shot towards the palace gates. Even from here the group could see various gaurds making their rounds as well as various other individuals entering and leaving the palace gates quite frequently.
As he continued along his path, his tense demeanor would lax. One by one his few followers would rejoin him, leaping from atop various scouting positions within dark alleyways and rooftops over looking this stretch of road.
"The way is clear, My Lord. ", The Glutton would speak ever so nonchalantly. Serraph's eyes would glance in his direction. The bulbous belly of his seemed to have grown two sizes since first awakening as an Arrancar. Serraph would have to keep a harder leash on him in the future.
"I see. I also see you're quite the messy eater. Something tells me you didn't send the right signal, Glutton.", Serraph spat at the man, his eyes returning the the roadway ahead of him. "I believe the words I spoke were, 'Do not reveal yourself to any possible enemy. Report using your flares.'"
"I underst-"
"I believe you signaled an 'All Clear'. I assume you did this after the fact.", Serraph would interrupt, his right open hand raising to signal the formation behind him to stop. The smaller Arrancar would turn towards the Glutton and step towards him, his eyes of silver looking up at his taller servant. "You are my Fracciones now. Soon I will speak to the king of this land regarding the men and women I saved. It would be a grave shame If I were to tell him that my own Fracciones helped devour his subjects. I can afford to be executed for the mistakes of my own servants. How about yourself?", He'd growl, placing an open palm on the larger man's chest.
"Lord Serr-", he'd stammer, his body fat grotesquely quaking with each movement no matter how mild. Disgusting.
"The signal you sent could have been a mistake. Did you take into account that perhaps others were watching you? You just might have made any future efforts that more difficult.", He'd sigh, taking a step from the man to approach the contingent of guards standing watch by the golden gates of the palace.
Perhaps moving so casually with a severed head in the apparent young man's grip wasn't the best of actions to perform. A pair of guards broke off to approach the Espada, their hands gripping their blade's velvet hilts. Their golden armor gleamed in the moonlight providing an inciting yet somewhat menacing appearance to their regal armor. They surely looked the part they played.
"Who are you, boy? What are those people you've brought with you?", he'd shout, keeping a reasonable distance from the Arrancar.
"Oh. These people?", Serraph would say with a tilt of his head, pointing his free hand back at the rather loose formation behind him. "I seemed to have found them on the outskirts of the city. Some may need care and medical attention. I suggest you go check for yourself."
The guard would look from Serraph to the people and then back to the boy. He'd nod and rush forward, his hand now away from his weapon. Serraph didn't wait for him to return, he'd have his hands full with that crowd of people. He'd move to the other guards his followers walking close behind him. He took a single look at the closer one's stalwart demeanor and stone-faced... face and giggled lightheartedly. With the responsibility of a couple of hundred civilians out of his hands he could have a bit of fun. The young man would stroll up to the nearest guard and rapped his knuckles upon his Golden laced vambrace, his face feigning a look of worry and distraught.
"E-excuse me... m-m-mister?" The young man would stutter, his left arm curling around his back to conceal the severed head of his former. "I n-need to see K-King Gilgamesh. C-can I go?"
The guard looked down upon in calm frustration but shook his head. "The good king is currently seeing all primes within the boundaries of his territory. We can feed you and provide shelter, but we cannot allow just anybody to look upon his golden Visage."
"I-I am a prime...", Serraph would look down in a downtrodden nature, his head tilted in a slight, depressed nature. His gut would tighten, his breath halting to keep the laughter from bursting through his clenched jaw.
"Um... yes. You may pass. My colleague here will escort you to the throne room."
Serraph would nod, allowing himself a soft giggle as he was led through the front doors of the palace. Upon the face of the radiant doors ancient histories were carved. Serraph lacked the proper context to decipher which image represented what but it seemed to loosely follow the legend of Gilgemesh up to his inclusion here in this wonderful world. A few images he could assume such as an image depicting two figures setting out on a hardy journey, Gilgemesh's journey with Enkidu.
"Curious", he'd think to himself as he stepped within the confines of the palace, his way lit by dimly flaring lamps. He'd have to inquire on that particular character's whereabouts when the opportunity represents itself.
"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!"