Post by Santa Ajora on Jan 2, 2019 12:16:55 GMT -5
Santa was out hunting. Or well...that's what she'd intended to do once she'd left Headquarters. That being her Gun's rooftop. She had been in a bit of a funk ever since her little foray into Las Noches. Her mind uzzing away as it so often did, her mind always backtracking, checking, feeding on it's own uncertainty to chug on and keep operating. It was in t he midst of one of these funks that Santa sensed something....familiar. A scent.... Val?! The suddne recognitiong caught her like a brick to the face, and she suddenly was upright, looking around with a startled look.
She hadn't seen Val since that rather unfortunate misstep. Her day of glory turned into a day of failure. Honestly she would be lying if she didn't admit some fondness to the young lad. Adrastos had been....well alright, he had been more or less just some brute. A tool. A means of getting into soul society. But Val well... Honestly she hadn't had any significant use. He proved a capable possible distraction, but at least at the time, he had been honestly too weak to be of much use. She had often wondered why she had brought him along. And she had....come to the conclusion that she actually had some odd attachment. She wasn't sure why. He was disgusted with her, as most others were.
Before she knew it, she found herself rushing toward him, toward his scent that she caught in the wind. She wasn't even paying attention to anything else, which is why out of the blue, the glint of a cero never caught her attention until it was too close. She SLAMMED the brakes, skidding, throwing up a SURGE of her garden, thick walls of bone exploding from the ground to take the cero that had been aimed like a potshot in her direction. Thanks to her garden, she immediately got a look at who was responsible. An arrancar?! She looked up at them from below, an angry, vengeful young man, already struggling, panicking as her garden grew up his legs and began stabbing into him.
Waiiit... this seemed familiar. Did she know him? No, he just had a familiat scent. He smelled of Las Noches. A slow narrow of her eyes as he drew his blade, ut before he could release, a sliver of bone sliced up, piercing clean through his wrist and then twisting, snapping the bone and making the man scream out as his weapon clattered into the growing mess of flesh and viscera. " NO! no , nonononono!" He shouted, and then charged another cero, firing wildly, sweeping the beam. But the existing wall f bone was already enough to keep Santa safe from the wild flailing attempt at her life. Just as those teeth began to grow out of the surrounding flesh, and the Arrancar screamed as little bits of him were torn away, and bit by bit, he was consumed.
Santa frowned, perturbed, especially now that...she couldn't smell Val anymore. And even worse, her spiritual senses were terrible. It was why she relied on her garden to sense her surroundings so much. She HATED this. DAMMIT! DAMMIT! She ignored those agonized screams as her garden tore the arrancar apart and fed it to her, looking around with a slight look of desperation in her eyes. She HAD to find him. She had been looking for him for a long time. For of all people, Val was the only person for whom she held a mote of regret. She had failed him. She had told him that she would protect him in the invasion. And that memory was hitting her brain over and over.
She had to find him.
She had to tell him....she was sorry...
1 Idiot class 6 Arrancar consumed