The Last Avenger and The World of Omni: Raincheck

[Miranda Frost]

"Cant anyone get sleep here?"

The winds that flew over the canopy of Los Noches, the home of the Arrancars were raging again, dragging a lasy cloud of sand with it. The sand covered and devoured Los Noches, burying it. At first it would seemed the domed city would withstand the weight but even that would not last. The ceiling cracked, weakened and caved in on top of the city. On top of that mess. Seraph could feel him. He could feel Primera as he crushed everything....

Light rushed into his eyes, awakening him from his sleep. White was everywhere, but that wasn't all. The Fountain he had fell asleep against was a good one hundred yards away and he could tell it had changed recently. It was small and and simple, a classic ideal fountain. Blood and bodies lie nearby. Those white knights known as storm-troopers had been here and left a mess of their own bodies... but that wasn't all. Markings indicated a battle but nobody alive remained. Heh.

"Couldn't have waited for me? Pity... It would seemed a couple even dragged me away...", he mentioned to himself, looking over to the dead soldiers nearby. A coy smile played upon his face as he slowly stood, his eyes scanning around. A medium-sised group was in the distance, heading away from the fight. Perhaps they were the main cause of all this carnage.. which mean they were good fighters.

"Oh boy! Let's see. One.. Two.. Three.. Ten? All of them for me!", He giggled and grabbed his sword, whose name escapes him due to memory lapses from the old omni-snatching. It wasn't the only thing he lost either. He forgot the names and faces of most of his comrades from Los Noches. Even his experiences there in that world was lost. However, he did remember who, what, and how he was.

He took one step and stopped. A hand had reached out and grasped Seraph's boot, an action generally asking for immediate hostility, but Seraph hesitated. The armored soldier was battered, bloody, but would survive if treated. It would take a long time to die as he was as those injuries were barely serious. Seraph sighed and kneeled down to help up the soldier and carry him over to his group. "Here here.. whatever it is.. you survived eh?", Seraph chuckled and wrapped an arm around the man's shoulder, slowly making his way over to the group.

The stormtrooper said nothing but. "P-primes m-man... and.. t-this snake.. b-big snake" The speech drawed off to inaudible mumbling and whimpering, but it perked Seraph's curiosity. My.. a big snake and others like Seraph. It was an interesting and amusing thing to chase after. It could be worth all the trouble of guiding a red sheep back to its white herd. He could barely make out how many they were from this distance, but he could tell they were there. They could likely do the same and make it easier for him.

"Quiet you.. you will be in better hands you here.. real soon", The arrancar grumbled to the wounded trooper. They had to pick up the pace or they would lose them. Seraph was already dead.. so running wasn't gonna kill him any more than he was. He picked the soldier up and carried him on his back, picking up the pace in hopes of catching up with them. Blood seeped down onto his coat, staining it from the white he once had it. Pity.. It was actually enjoyable to wear without the sight and stench of blood. He only had to keep running for a little while longer, though he had to slow down. He was sweating and panting very human-like.

"Damn.. this place behaves differently than home..", He cursed himself and forced himself to slow to a fast stroll. It would seem they were heading for Coruscant's gate.. the white soldier's home.