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Never as it Seems [Emunio]
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|Subject Post 1Subject: Never as it Seems [Emunio] Mon Jan 21, 2019 10:44 pm|| |
No one really bothered to pay attention to a few more lights in Vegas; aptly-named, people in this city had become so inured to the constant presence of lights, it was almost a given that everyone kept a pair of sunglasses available at all times. Even so, there were certain lights within the confines of the city that the people would never dare toy with. Young, rebellious teenagers would smash lampposts eagerly, laughing and jostling one another on various dares. Some drunken lushes, down on their luck, would threaten to bludgeon some other poor soul with a nearby lightbulb if they weren't given another beer, or the keys to their car, or any other number of things probably best left out of their grasp. And even a few clever, resourceful ne'er-do-wells would go out of their way to cultivate a few moving patches of darkness within the city, for however short a time it'd last. Dark patches were always in demand, when certain people needed to make certain problems go away.
But no one in Vegas dared touch the will-o-wisps, for various reasons. First and foremost, they were literally moving patches of fire, and mankind had learned long ago a respect for the magic that is fire, a respect so deeply ingrained it was beyond thought. There was always that tiny part of the hindbrain insisting there was nothing worth getting that couldn't be gotten through alternative methods, namely ones that kept you very very far away from flames. Even ones that made no noise, and threw off no embers. And secondly, everyone knew that these will-o-wisps were of particular value to a certain someone. A value that was, by and large, shared in kind with the people who respected the role of these floating lights.
Watch closely now, as another patch of blackness appears in the city of lights: This one, artificial and transitory. Which isn't to say darkness as a normal concept is persistent: The absence of something is always, by its definition, temporary, as there are so very many somethings out there, and there is always only ever one kind of nothing. But this was a darkness that wasn't truly an absence of light, and moreso a glimpse into somewhere else, a place where light was too slow and lazy to bother getting up in the morning.
And immediately, with the mindless urgency of automatons, each of the will-o-wisps within a half mile began to shoot up into the sky, towards the skyscraper that the creature had just appeared atop. They circled around the newcomer, wordlessly, each one whispering at a slightly different tone. They spoke English, completely unaccented, and each one was so quiet that it was impossible to make out defining features about them.
They hovered around the arrancar's head, each one around the size of a man's head. They began to gently flicker, with hues of red and green and gold, as if someone had thrown chemicals into each fire, different ones at different times. They didn't move quickly, but quickly enough to be unsettling to watch as more and more of them joined. The messages seemed to repeat, in a dozen languages, as they spoke once more.
And then, from very close, eerily close, someone could be heard humming. At first it resonated from all directions at once, seeming to fill the air with a solid wall of sound. There was no real tune to it that could be gathered, nothing but a solid resonance of sound that could be felt in the body, something that made bones rattle and hairs twitch. But after a second, words became clear, as -something- could be seen taking to the sky, a long-winded white creature that exuded enough spirit energy to make the air itself suddenly feel like a solid cocoon.
"You would not believe your eyes, if ten million fireflies..."
The words themselves reached the arrancar's ears almost at the same time as the creature, flying at prodigious speeds that probably would've broken the sound barrier if he was bothering to interact with the particles in the air. Instead, he simply landed on the skyscraper, not even a minute after the uninvited guest had arrived, speaking in a pleasant, amused bass tone. His skin itself was covered in red scrawls, runes that seemed to resemble some norse script, and changed in eye-watering ways every time he so much as moved a finger. His face was completely impossible to see, hidden behind an ivory mask, and he had eight horns, each curling back and away from his head. Even so, he spoke like a father, while he tilted his head to the side.
"Business or pleasure, if you don't mind? It's just that I left a hell of a party to come give you a welcome, and if you're here to pass the time in pleasant company, we may as well head back in a jiffy."
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|Subject Post 2Subject: Re: Never as it Seems [Emunio] Thu Jan 24, 2019 2:45 pm|| |
Moonlight, turn rabbit
Vegas was one of the few things that he was curious to see, and what he may find while being here. He wasn't sure what to expect from the human world. Maybe find someone strong? He wasn't sure what else he would eventually find. He could find something or someone interesting, while he is visiting.While he was walking through the streets of vegas, with his zanpakuto sheathed, and located on his back. He had noticed a will-o-wisp. He wasn't sure what they were, but they were emitting some sort of flame. Something told him not to touch them, and so he did what his consciousness had advised not to do so. The will-o-wisp started to act strange, as they were Circling around him, as if they were being controlled by a natural source. Or is trying to tell him something. Emunio stopped, and unsheathe his zanpakuto. He had a feeling that something isn't right. Either he was paranoid, or just never been exposed to society before. He didn't have a perfect grip on his zanpakuto, and just let it drag across the concrete floor. The hovering fire creatures advised him to pay attention, and listen. Each of them saying it separately.
Emunio halted and had his eyes coursing through all directions in a face motion. He looked nervous, but not because he had a feeling that someone is here, just that he wanted to get a good idea as to what is the meaning of the random activities going on with these things. These things also told him to get ready, and get scared, and bowed. He was paying less attention to these things, and more on his thoughts. He wasn't sure what else to expect inside the human world, other than something weird, and bizarre that he couldn't comprehend.
He had suddenly heard a humming sound broke out, and his eyes fixed on the prime source of it. It didn't matter if it resonated with the whole area. He was fixed on one specific area. Emunio had a feeling that he had to break out his form, as he would hear something in his ear, while also being greeted of the speed of a flying creature passing by. His eyes was fixed on the skyscraper, as a creature would have landed on top of it. He couldn't get a good picture of who it was, since they were covered with a mask. The sudden creature began to speak in ways that he didn't comprehend. “What? What are you saying, can you make sense? I'm having a hard time telling what you're trying to say. And I'm having a hard time understanding that unnecessary things that just happened, upon your arrival.” He spoke loud, and clear enough for him to hear.
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|Subject Post 3Subject: Re: Never as it Seems [Emunio] Sun Jan 27, 2019 11:50 am|| |
"Oh dear god of course this is the sort of person I have to put up with instead of spending time with those I care about."
He spoke in more of a mutter than an actual statement, but the words still carried easily enough to the arrancar in front of him, as he jumped down from the skyscraper, landing with far less theatricality or fanfare, as he rose a hand in a manner similar to someone trying to get attention from a person far off. As soon as he did, all of the will-o-wisps shot towards his hand, circling around it like moons around a planet. He examined Emunio for a few moments, before taking a step closer.
"Why are you here? This is the Human World, though I'm certain it might not have struck you at first glance. The Nevada Desert and Heuco Mundo are not that different at a glance, and if you've only been here for a little bit you never would've seen the sun. I'm having trouble believing you just so happened to stumble upon my little commune without any help, and with no motives. So for the duration of your time here, I'll be chaperoning you, until I'm confident you're not going to cause any nasty misunderstandings, or make any messes I'd have to clean up."
He tilted his head to the side, hands folding over his chest; as he did, the flickering wisps seemed to be absorbed directly into his flesh, causing the shell around them to gently shade towards the color of the flames for a few moments. He inhaled slowly, fingers clacking against his waist once, before he took a few steps past Emunio. Around them, every person present was ogling the hollow without any fear or concern, but with a sense of mingled adulation and anxiety, as if they had just seen a celebrity walking down the streets.
"My name is Yaksha. You don't have to give yours if you don't want, I'll just call you 'guest'."
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