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- StynEstablished Member
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Back to the Fold [Shadow Fall Mission][FINISHED]
Wed Jan 22, 2014 10:03 pm
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Styn stepped out of a hole in the air and shivered. The dry desert air of Hueco Mundo could be considered cold for sure, but it wasn't a physical sensation that caused his reaction. He had been sent on what he hoped wasn't going to end up a suicide mission, to try and recruit a powerful ally into the ranks of Shadow Fall. It was probably true that he wasn't fit for the mission. Unfortunately, many of the higher ranking members were busy with other missions, and he might be on his own for this one.
The demon took a moment to just process his surroundings. He stood on the cylindrical top of a bone white structure. For hundreds of feet in all directions were the shifting sands of Hueco Mundo. Closer, was a sprawling structure, a veritable fortress. Only specific Shadow Fall clearance had allowed him to bypass the defenses of Las Noches. Styn had no doubt that his entrance was being monitored by the hollows and Arrancar on duty. In the same way that they had noticed and reported the presence of an individual who had been absent from the multiverse for some time.
There on the other side of the pillar was a figure standing, back facing Styn, staring out over the sands. Reports stated that he had come to this exact same spot several times in the last few weeks. The white clad, short Arrancar, was none other then Ulquiorra. Supposedly he had been an Espada more then four hundred years ago. What he was doing alive and well, was something that Styn wasn't privy to. No, the only thing he really knew was that Shadow Fall was interested in the man, and his job was to offer a position in the Shadow Espada to him.
Another thing Styn had no doubt of was his expendability. He wasn't sure if this mission was an attempt to get rid of a troublesome newcomer who didn't conform to the demon norm, or if Hobgoblin was pulling the strings behind the scenes in an attempt to help his young protege. Either way it was a dangerous mission for a young demon. He couldn't understand why they hadn't used a hollow or Arrancar in the first place. Still if something had to be done, best to do it quickly, even if that something was marching to his death. It wasn't that he was fearless, he just didn't take so much joy in life that he held it in any great value.
His true fear was pain, that meddlesome, bothersome sensation, that often accompanied death. He hoped that Ulquiorra wasn't the sort of person who toyed with his prey. With a deep breath to steady his nerves he made his way across the pillar. His step was slow, weighted down with dread. Even from this distance, with the Arrancar doing absolutely nothing, Uliquiorra's spiritual pressure was enough to make him break out in a cold sweat. The air itself seemed to embrace the area around the man making each forward motion a battle.
Styn felt no such welcome, in fact every step seemed to push down on him just a bit more. It wouldn't have surprised him if the roof on the building were to open up and swallow him whole. There was that much of a feeling of unwelcome. The walk was long, the space on the pillar was as large as a football field. If he managed to make his way all the way to the Arrancar he would offer a polite bow and a greeting. "My name is Styn, I've been sent from Shadow Fall to greet you and see to whatever needs you might have during your visit."
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Re: Back to the Fold [Shadow Fall Mission][FINISHED]
Fri Jan 24, 2014 5:56 am
Artist: Black Lab - This NIght - Word Count: 1,109Hueco Mundo, a place of filth and rot. As far as the eye could see it was desert. No hope to speak of, no fabled oasis, no time for such petty things as hopes and dreams. If there was such a thing as hell, Hueco Mundo exstited on a plain below it, no life thrived among its endless sands. There was only carnage, only death. The very laws of nature twisted, contorted into an obscene mockery of what should be. For here in the land of hollows…it's eat, or be eaten.
He stood atop a grand statue made of the same material that covered one half of his own face. It was a simple structure though massive in size, it lacked any sort of real complexity. Why it had appeared, when or how? It was anyone's guess for as much as he knew it just simply had been. These grand white structures seemed to appear in one form or another across the land. But why? It was as if someone had placed them there purposely, but that was not possible. Because in Hueco Mundo, to take the time to dream such art meant death. Turn your back for even a second, and God knows what would swallow you whole. So then what were they? Some sort of life form perhaps? To Ulquiorra, it was as if the land itself was saying something. A song, an elegy, spoken as these large white pillars. Notes that when pieced together would perhaps form a message of some kind. The notion was immediately cast aside. It made no sense. Hueco Mundo was anything but alive. These monuments, whatever they might mean, did however remind him of days long gone. When he too was unique, and different. As he pondered a life gone he watched a battle, between two hollow putting their lives on the line. They tumbled, and scratched and snapped at one another before crashing into one of the giant pillars. Cracks appeared, tracing pathways along its surface, digging deep, scarring the pillar. A wound that would never heal. Soon, it would fall, like everything else in this land.
It wasn't fear, nor anger or sadness that over took him. But a desire deep down to know these things. He knew, that for whatever reason he should relate himself to such constructs. To feel some connection with the warring hollow that dotted the land. And of course with the ivory structures, as he too could still recall being so out of place in a world of ebony. But as he reached for the emotion, that which gave the humans what they call life. It escaped him, just beyond his reach. Such was his fate, as he'd come to know it. The ceaseless struggle to fill the void. A dream, perhaps some might call it. Doomed to never come true.
His train of thought was suddenly interrupted, though looking at him you'd never know it. He stood statuesque, not turning his gaze from the cracks he'd watched form earlier. Whatever it was that approached him now was little more than a blip on the radar. Noted, but of no concern. The pit pat of feet came inching towards him. Step, by slow gradual step. It was surprising and did show whatever the creature was it had enough guts and power to at least approach him, though should it pose a threat he would simply discard it's severed head to the hungry beast below. So he turned, facing the creature. Hands in his pockets and over all relaxed as his emerald gaze fell upon a creature the likes of which he'd never seen in Hueco Mundo.
It was human but at the same time not. Before him stood some forgotten bum who finally begged his way out of the slums, and into hell itself. It wasn't that he lacked the ability to look presentable, moreover, the will. Like he hadn't even attempted to wash his clothes in the last year. It reminded Ulquiorra of the human teenagers, walking around their homes lazily. Lazy, that was the word. With the man's scuffed shoes, and sloppy fashion sense and tired eyes, he looked lazy.
There was a pause, as the creature looked like it might not know exactly what to do, or what brought it here but finally it spoke. He bowed low, polite, formel and then made some request, and Ulquiorra's eyes widened.
There would be a sudden release of spiritual pressure, far more than enough to freeze the creature in its tracks, distorting his view of the world. One moment the Espada was standing harmlessly with his hands in his pockets and in the next, his right hand was raised with a finger outstretched. This was the end for the creature. The disgusting vermin who'd approached what amounted to a God in this realm. Because there was no pity in Hueco Mundo. It was eat, or be eaten.
''Cero.'' Came words like an icy mist from his lips.
An orb of energy formed instantly at his finger tip, and then shot forth just as quickly. There was no hope for escape, for repentance, or for survival. The blast had far more than enough power to obliterate any creature below Vasto Lorde class in an instant, and would even leave a section of the pillar on which they stood carved out. Styn had surely thanked whatever supreme being he worshiped for this chance at life, and said his last farewell to life.
But the Cero shot past him, the force of the blast and the roar of its might ringing in his ear. Ulquiorra had shot not at the Demon kid, but at a hollow that was planning to seize the day, and attack the intruder. Why he'd chosen to save the unknown boy? Call it inquiry, or a whim. But in reality he was simply disgusted such a peaty creature had been brave enough to join him atop this pillar. You don't fuck with an Arrancar in Hueco Mundo.
''Needs?'' He asked in a mocking tone. ''Do you mean to say I cannot fend for myself, here, in my own land?''
Another green orb of energy formed at his finger tip, now pointed directly at Styn. ''Just who are you, boy, and what is this Shadow Fall?''
The boy was lucky. Had it been any other day 400 years ago he would have simply done away with both he and the hollow that now scattered on the winds at the same time. But a questioned lingered in the back of his head. ''Shadow Fall, could they be responsible for my escape from death?'' he wondered.
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