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Tue Dec 31, 2019 8:20 pm
The One Armed Orge
He'd gotten back from putting his master to the earth. Or mourning his death though the old bugger revealed a bombshell. All this time his spiritual pressure had done most of it. He held in his hand a cup of sake sipping from it. Though he only had the one arm to work with. Damien's eyes like coal looked over the accommodations. So this area was the veteran's core. A place where the old were put out to pasture for the young. Well, it didn't matter he was old really when it came to it. I went from being one of the most feared Captains and a respected Kenpachi. To a glorified Lawn ornament. Felt like one of those creepy gnomes humans kept. Or maybe that deranged elf that reported to the Kringal guy. His hand rested on his zanpakuto as he leaned backward. Seemed the days had become more complicated. The brat was arrogant and got himself Maggots Nest. That was a decent cause and effect he considered to himself. He no longer had Bankai or Shikai losing a pretty good chunk of his power. But he felt something close by but something blocked him.
He couldn't hear the voice of his zanpakuto. It was a strange occurrence for him to sit in silence. He'd often tried reaching past the veil between him and the inner world. His master must have done something to him, ever since it's been harder. Like trying to swim with weights on your body. Everything feels heavy and gone from him. Slowly he shifted his frame forward wearing his shinigami uniform. Damien kept himself cool as he leaned back after sitting up again. Sipping from his sake as he crossed his legs. It seemed his days would be like this until the end. Such a boring way to live life with nothing to do. Maybe he could go play with that Combat Division kid. That seemed to be a large degree of fun in his mind. Grinning a bit Damien considered his options carefully. He'd need to continue pressing through his zanpakuto situation. That fog needed to go away at some point. But for now, he could manage without a zanpakuto.
Damien wasn't being arrogant about the subject of saying so. He just knew it wouldn't kill him to not have one.
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Re: Veteran's What?
Wed Jan 01, 2020 2:23 pm
PREPARE TO ENTER THE VIZARD'S POST
Laskt was no longer the frightened child he had been mere months ago. This much could be seen by his mere bearing, as the cloaked man no longer hunched, seeking to hide himself from the world. He stood taller, holding some measure of pride in himself. The knight hadn’t worked out all of his problems: a millenia of isolation ensured that would almost never be the case. However, after his talks with Crow, Cyrus and many others he respected, he at least felt somewhat ready enough to continue polishing the rust off his once razor-sharp skills. Admittedly, the Vizard was rapidly approaching the apex of his power before his infection, so he had little to bemoan at this point. It was up to him to advance himself, to ensure he would never be weak and helpless again.
To that end, he had sent a message to the recently returned Damien Crow, expressing the desire to meet with him.
Dear Monsieur Crow,
If you would spare a moment of your valuable time, I would like to meet, perhaps discussing ze possibility of training under you for a spell. If you have objections, please send a message back as soon as possible so I can avoid squandering any more of your time zan zis message has already consumed. If you are so generous as to accept mon offer, I will arrive in ze afternoon two days from now.
Inhaling deeply, Laskt raised a gloved hand, and knocked three times sharply on Damien’s door.