06-06-2018, 09:56 PM
With tiny legs like those, it didn’t take Serraph much effort to catch up to the waddling Tarutaru as she made her way out of the library. The Arrancar would say nothing, his mind putting together what exactly happened to spur her from her seat. His glove hand clenched around the center of his umbrella, bringing the rough bone to bear against his face. He would would caress his chin, the rough, hastily created pommel catching against his smooth paper exterior. The cracked bone in certain places would catch at his skin, tugging upon it as the pommel rolled over his features.
“My lady I--”, he would begin, but he would be interrupted by a quiet, yet distinct noise, one carrying a light metallic ring to it.
Shantotto didn’t notice at first, but as the startled Arrancar turned her head to look, the Arrancar would as well. His hand paused, his eyes of grey staring deep into the cold glass lens of the spying drone. Its spherical body was small, only slightly bigger than the clenched fist that clung to the rough, paper like pommel of his Zanpakuto. Whatever questions Serraph had were immediately silenced. Another camera would make its appearance and then another. The cameras hovered about, their lenses focusing on his uneasy frame. His hand fell from his chin to clench his cloak shut as if that would hide him from all of those prying eyes.
This wasn’t beyond his colleague’s notice. Curious she’d stop to glance up at him, her teeny fists pressed against her hips. “Serraph, Is something amiss?”, she’d ask, her lyrical voice bringing some comfort to the Arrancar’s ears. Her line of sight would follow his own, right towards the sly drones that recorded them both. When his answer didn’t come, she’d continue on her merry way before turning to glance at at him, her gloved hand brushing her golden locks to the side, her brown ancient eyes beaming with overwhelming confidence not only in herself, but seemingly for him as well. “Focus on me, and you’ll fare well. I promise you this.”
He’d nod, letting the umbrella in his grasp sliding down, the collision of its hardened tip against the floor marking the resume of him his passage with shantotto. He did as she suggested and focused on her and her confident stride, her hips swaying with each tiny step. He task himself with studying her physique, distracting himself even as they walked by that small swarm of camera drones.
Shantotto’s hair bounced and quaked with each one of her steps, her golden locks swaying against her stride. Her steps seemed heavy as if she Her fists were still balled into tight, little balls clenching around her trademark staff. The orb sparkled with the same power and charisma he saw before. The gem clutched in the rod’s embrace was flawless without a single scratch upon its structure. It was enchanting to the arrancar. No matter how far he peered within the cloud of energies he could not find the end. If anything, it was humbling to witness.
Before long they would find themselves in the barracks wing of this facility. He knew not because he read the signs, but when the miniscule lady stopped herself. His head would would rise, his eyes glancing to each side. He’d find one of his comrades chastising rather maliciously a poor redhead who just stood there with a content smile upon his face. Serraph was curious on what he could have done to earn the ire of one of his Lords, but then again he’d smell the answer before the words hit him. The smell was sweet yet heavy and equally grotesque. It seemed to cling to the simple robes he wore. It made him shudder, but he didn’t expect much more from him. The vibe he gave off wasn’t subtle.
As Vic moved on from his little playdate, Desman took it upon himself to see first hand Victor’s handy work. Afterall Victor had been careless enough to leave the door open for him. All it took was one step before yet another blocked his path. One appeared to pale lady in simple robes blocked him from the doorway, staring up into him so indifferently. turn, pulling the door shut behind here, allowing the door’s locks to auto engage. It was either Lord Wolfe’s room or that Lady’s, he’d assume. He couldn’t disengage the lock himself
Serraph would bring the umbrella up resting its bony tip against the man’s chest.
“With dreams to be a king, first one should be a man.”, Serraph would say slowly for him, but the man would merely grun in annoyance, batting away the Arrancar’s tool. He’d walk away from the red haired man, returning to his place by Shanty’s side.
The lock would appear to be just out of Shantotto’s reach. Frowning he’d look to the Tarutaru, whose grimace told him all he needed to know about how awful the smell Victor’s handiwork was for her. He’d chuckle and reached down lifting her up to the touch screen that served as the lock for her room. With a frustrated “Hmph” she’d slam her hand into the softly glowing imprint. Serraph chose to ignore the fact the outline guiding how to place one’s hand upon the screen. A soft click would sound and the door would open. Allowing the pair into enter the dim lit room. The Arrancar would turn and close the door behind him, allowing it the lock to engage securely.
He’d turn and lean his body against the door, letting the robe lay loose upon his body. “I do apologize for intruding. I’m just not used to… all of this quite yet”, he’d explain hesitantly, his body sitting against the door, observing his colleague at a height equal to her own
“My lady I--”, he would begin, but he would be interrupted by a quiet, yet distinct noise, one carrying a light metallic ring to it.
Shantotto didn’t notice at first, but as the startled Arrancar turned her head to look, the Arrancar would as well. His hand paused, his eyes of grey staring deep into the cold glass lens of the spying drone. Its spherical body was small, only slightly bigger than the clenched fist that clung to the rough, paper like pommel of his Zanpakuto. Whatever questions Serraph had were immediately silenced. Another camera would make its appearance and then another. The cameras hovered about, their lenses focusing on his uneasy frame. His hand fell from his chin to clench his cloak shut as if that would hide him from all of those prying eyes.
This wasn’t beyond his colleague’s notice. Curious she’d stop to glance up at him, her teeny fists pressed against her hips. “Serraph, Is something amiss?”, she’d ask, her lyrical voice bringing some comfort to the Arrancar’s ears. Her line of sight would follow his own, right towards the sly drones that recorded them both. When his answer didn’t come, she’d continue on her merry way before turning to glance at at him, her gloved hand brushing her golden locks to the side, her brown ancient eyes beaming with overwhelming confidence not only in herself, but seemingly for him as well. “Focus on me, and you’ll fare well. I promise you this.”
He’d nod, letting the umbrella in his grasp sliding down, the collision of its hardened tip against the floor marking the resume of him his passage with shantotto. He did as she suggested and focused on her and her confident stride, her hips swaying with each tiny step. He task himself with studying her physique, distracting himself even as they walked by that small swarm of camera drones.
Shantotto’s hair bounced and quaked with each one of her steps, her golden locks swaying against her stride. Her steps seemed heavy as if she Her fists were still balled into tight, little balls clenching around her trademark staff. The orb sparkled with the same power and charisma he saw before. The gem clutched in the rod’s embrace was flawless without a single scratch upon its structure. It was enchanting to the arrancar. No matter how far he peered within the cloud of energies he could not find the end. If anything, it was humbling to witness.
Before long they would find themselves in the barracks wing of this facility. He knew not because he read the signs, but when the miniscule lady stopped herself. His head would would rise, his eyes glancing to each side. He’d find one of his comrades chastising rather maliciously a poor redhead who just stood there with a content smile upon his face. Serraph was curious on what he could have done to earn the ire of one of his Lords, but then again he’d smell the answer before the words hit him. The smell was sweet yet heavy and equally grotesque. It seemed to cling to the simple robes he wore. It made him shudder, but he didn’t expect much more from him. The vibe he gave off wasn’t subtle.
As Vic moved on from his little playdate, Desman took it upon himself to see first hand Victor’s handy work. Afterall Victor had been careless enough to leave the door open for him. All it took was one step before yet another blocked his path. One appeared to pale lady in simple robes blocked him from the doorway, staring up into him so indifferently. turn, pulling the door shut behind here, allowing the door’s locks to auto engage. It was either Lord Wolfe’s room or that Lady’s, he’d assume. He couldn’t disengage the lock himself
Serraph would bring the umbrella up resting its bony tip against the man’s chest.
“With dreams to be a king, first one should be a man.”, Serraph would say slowly for him, but the man would merely grun in annoyance, batting away the Arrancar’s tool. He’d walk away from the red haired man, returning to his place by Shanty’s side.
The lock would appear to be just out of Shantotto’s reach. Frowning he’d look to the Tarutaru, whose grimace told him all he needed to know about how awful the smell Victor’s handiwork was for her. He’d chuckle and reached down lifting her up to the touch screen that served as the lock for her room. With a frustrated “Hmph” she’d slam her hand into the softly glowing imprint. Serraph chose to ignore the fact the outline guiding how to place one’s hand upon the screen. A soft click would sound and the door would open. Allowing the pair into enter the dim lit room. The Arrancar would turn and close the door behind him, allowing it the lock to engage securely.
He’d turn and lean his body against the door, letting the robe lay loose upon his body. “I do apologize for intruding. I’m just not used to… all of this quite yet”, he’d explain hesitantly, his body sitting against the door, observing his colleague at a height equal to her own
"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!"