Dead Man Walking... [Closed | Fionn] May 26, 2018 15:22:41 GMT -5
Post by A.H on May 26, 2018 15:22:41 GMT -5
She never understood Quincy. Not even the fact that there isn’t a plural for Quincy. Just Quincy. She never understood why they insist on keeping monarchy, or their blue-blooded nobility. It is all pox for the Demon Gunwoman.
But this man…
This man stood before her and had the audacity to tell her to take him to her land. At first, she tried to shoo him away out of pity, but the man continued to press even more. His bloodshot eyes was determined enough to warrant the Arrancar a disgusted look on her face. It had been five years since she last set foot on the human world and nothing much had changed. It amused her, the world not changing: It reminds her as Hueco Mundo. Though the tide of sands constantly changes, the world still looks the same.
So why? She thought to herself? But then her mind wanders to her revolver. Last she saw it, it was in the hands of a boy on the verge of breaking. In all honesty she doesn’t remember why she gave it to him in the first place. ”Boy,” she thought. A revolver would be very handy in situations such as this.
Her officer attire untouched from the last time she was spotted which was five years ago. She wanted to get stronger and slinked back into the deepest part of Hueco Mundo and made her a tasty bait for all starved and greedy hollow alike. She came back to civilisation believing that she would become stronger, but it left her even more riled. New Arrancars popped up out of nowhere was not her problem. It was their refusal to change structure. She wanted this pathetic Espada power structure to fall and replace it with something spawned from Arrancars instead.
The only difference between now a before was that there wasn’t a single Shinigami busting down the gate.
“I never met a Quincy who want to die so quickly,” it only been ten minutes travelling and already she was hating it. Why can’t she just shoot him dead and be done with it? Her restraint revealed another reason: what happens if a Quincy set foot in Hueco Mundo? She had heard rumours that Anything hollow does things to a Quincy – bad things. Her mind went back to the time she “toyed” with the two Quincy and left them into an empty pate, already she had concluded three things from the Quincy:
They’re squishy, they’re obnoxious and most certainly are not strong as they like to consider themselves.
The bloodshot Irish was walking at a distance, but not too far away to miss the timing of Garganta splitting the scenery into two to reveal the blackness within. She skipped and hopped without missing a beat and he too followed.“Dead man walking…” she too, can be obnoxious with a thick accented sing song tone (and she wasn’t too bad at singing) regarding the Quincy eventual plight. “You probably lived longer if you decided to walk into Shinigami little headquarters,” she dirtied the air with her cackle.
Maybe, maybe not. What does it matter to her? All she wants to see is how long this Quincy can last in a desolate world of hers – and why are Quincy are all over the place? Cockroaches, she mused. Bloody Cockroaches!