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spira_rp2016-06-29 12:58 pm
shoottokill) wrote in spira_rp2016-06-29 12:58 pm
And I don’t wanna say I told you so...
Gin Ichimaru's footsteps were light on the Desert Palace's ancient stone floor. They were soft enough to barely echo off the walls except for the scuff of a toe or heel.
He liked the Palace at night. It was more peaceful, like any populated place tended to be when most of the inhabitants were in bed and, for the most part, quiet. Even the air seemed to move more quietly when the hum of conversation and the distant sparks and flares of spiritual pressure were felt from the training centre, where the wards applied didn't keep it back if the door was left open.
Peaceful as it was, he rarely slept there. He had somewhere else for that, somewhere within his jurisdiction as a Gotei captain. He retained a room though, and it was from there that he was walking, heading in the direction of the quiet kitchen, while the borrowed sky outside the window was dark and the air was cool and filled with the smells of night time.
Nobody seemed to be up. He was sure that some of the denizens would still be awake, doing whatever they felt like in their rooms, but nobody was up and about. It was too late for the night owls and too early for the morning people. He smiled to himself as he reached the top of the stairs down to the main hall, but the expression fell away abruptly when the sound of an alarm split the silence.
The noise set every nerve in Gin's teeth on edge. Halfway between a scream and a siren, it was a magically amplified and erratic, half-undulating sound that had obviously been designed not to be ignored under any of the circumstances it might be set off to. It was hideous, organic and ear-splittingly loud, akin to the sound of a thousand babies crying and just as many tomcats yowling, foxes screaming and nails being drawn down a chalk board and it rose and fell in tone enough that it was impossible to get used to. For a moment, even Gin stood frozen at the top of the stairs, eyes briefly wide, the hair on the back of his neck on end.
"That's new," he said to himself, his soft voice drowned by the screechy baying of the siren.
He headed down to the hall, feet quick on the stairs. From beyond the front door, and the hall that separated the door to the Zertinan Caverns from the palace proper, he heard a low roar, angry and bellowing, even with the siren's wail doing its best to block everything else out.
"Oh," he said. "Look's like one of Kuja's little pets has slipped its leash." He smiled to himself, directing his gaze up the stairs, anticipating appearances from other members of the Clan. "This should be fun."
He liked the Palace at night. It was more peaceful, like any populated place tended to be when most of the inhabitants were in bed and, for the most part, quiet. Even the air seemed to move more quietly when the hum of conversation and the distant sparks and flares of spiritual pressure were felt from the training centre, where the wards applied didn't keep it back if the door was left open.
Peaceful as it was, he rarely slept there. He had somewhere else for that, somewhere within his jurisdiction as a Gotei captain. He retained a room though, and it was from there that he was walking, heading in the direction of the quiet kitchen, while the borrowed sky outside the window was dark and the air was cool and filled with the smells of night time.
Nobody seemed to be up. He was sure that some of the denizens would still be awake, doing whatever they felt like in their rooms, but nobody was up and about. It was too late for the night owls and too early for the morning people. He smiled to himself as he reached the top of the stairs down to the main hall, but the expression fell away abruptly when the sound of an alarm split the silence.
The noise set every nerve in Gin's teeth on edge. Halfway between a scream and a siren, it was a magically amplified and erratic, half-undulating sound that had obviously been designed not to be ignored under any of the circumstances it might be set off to. It was hideous, organic and ear-splittingly loud, akin to the sound of a thousand babies crying and just as many tomcats yowling, foxes screaming and nails being drawn down a chalk board and it rose and fell in tone enough that it was impossible to get used to. For a moment, even Gin stood frozen at the top of the stairs, eyes briefly wide, the hair on the back of his neck on end.
"That's new," he said to himself, his soft voice drowned by the screechy baying of the siren.
He headed down to the hall, feet quick on the stairs. From beyond the front door, and the hall that separated the door to the Zertinan Caverns from the palace proper, he heard a low roar, angry and bellowing, even with the siren's wail doing its best to block everything else out.
"Oh," he said. "Look's like one of Kuja's little pets has slipped its leash." He smiled to himself, directing his gaze up the stairs, anticipating appearances from other members of the Clan. "This should be fun."
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Why were they still there? They should have gone, he was trying this to make them go, to give them a chance at something other than a fiery death, but he knew that they were beyond his control. What they did now was their choice. His world consisted only of the Wyrm, the eyes of the Wyrm, the will of the Wyrm. He breathed out, slowly.
The power of the dragon's gaze seemed to swell ahead of Wonderweiss. It was dense, ferocious, and older than anything he had ever felt, but he wasn't about to let it beat him. He mastered his doubt and stood fast.
Time seemed to stop.
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Should Wonderweiss fail to subdue the beast, the beast would almost certainly move to attack. If it attacked, Wonderweiss would be in condition to escape of his own volition. For the same reasons that Summoners took Guardians on their pilgrimages, Beastmasters also required support.
Others they had subdued would service them in this way, but against something such as this they would be insufficient.
Ulquiorra turned, sliding his sword back into its scabbard, and made his way back into the Palace. He needed to change anyway; his pyjama trousers were scorched and ruined, and if he was going to monitor the situation as it developed, as Aizen-sama would wish him to, then he required his uniform. At least he could fight in that.
His eyes met Ienzo-san's as he stepped back inside.
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The transformation fell away, and Halibel watched Nel storm inside the Palace, angry, and making no attempt to hide it. By the rules of Khamja, Lumi and Marluxia did not have scope to exact punishment. Their request for discipline had to be made to Aizen.
Halibel doubted they cared much for such rules, however. Neliel was fortunate they had been so restrained.
She replaced her sword on her back and went after the others. This was no longer their fight, and the fewer distractions Wonderweiss was subject to, the better.
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True, Marluxia was the one who could create portals for them to escape, but if Lumi thought he was about to let him take all the risks, in his condition, he was about to get a shock.
"You are not to endanger yourself," he said, his voice soft, but his tone inviting no arguments. "I'd rather not have to be awake all night keeping Szayel at bay again, and Neliel seems to have gone off us right now."
So Lumi was required to behave, and stay out of the way of the wyrm if it won this battle of wills. It wasn't as if Marluxia was defenceless, after all, and Lumi knew that perfectly well.
He was oddly attached to that sword of his, too, for a gunner. Personally, Marluxia preferred him to be carrying a weapon that didn't require him to get close.
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He was tired. Seriously tired. And the worst bit was that he knew that absolutely no one in the Palace was going to get any sleep between now, and when Wonderweiss finished whatever he was doing, and then when that happpened, the proverbial was going to hit the fan, one way or another.
"Aizen's gonna love this," he said.
He'd missed it all, too. The wyrm, the alarm, his six top Espada going out and getting toyed with, his number three going for Marluxia.... Something told Yylfordt that Aizen was going to have his unhappy face on the next time they saw him.
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The little one was impressive. There was another within him, a scent of a thing on the edge of being, and that fell creature was not as old, or as large, as the wyrm himself, but it was formidable nonetheless. The others had similar scents.
Separated from that scent, however, this little one was still impressive. Born to the command of ones such as the him, though weaker than him. There was something immovable in him. This one stood his ground, even faced with the force of the wyrm's own power.
Impressive, yes.