Post by Androxus Sekenomi on Dec 8, 2022 22:11:05 GMT -5
Many of Hueco Mundo look above, to the shadowy veil that caresses their home and is only broken by a singular orb of moonlight that shines down, inviting, watching or otherwise providing an overarching sensation of being consistently observed by a force well beyond their cognitive function. Yet the place they neglect? The sands below, dunes which scatter about the base of decrepit, crusted trees and other objects of decay that were locked in this place of death. Under those dunes, skulking under the large, marble Dome of Las Noches resided several floors, semi-known to the creatures of above, Espada, high tier Fraccion. This? This is where those most cunning of creatures utilized the ever changing labyrinth of stone to their advance, to traverse as if shadows, all across the intricate planes and floors, pseudo-warzones, a place for the Exequias.
Those who’d come here would be foolish without reason, though a pearl white attire did adorn their forms, Arrancars of all sizes, so did a symbol of a form of corrupted cross on the right breast that indicated a semblance of difference to the Espada and Fraccion. Oddities, most of them. Some had odd masks on areas one would least expect, others wild hairstyles of varying degrees that granted something of a weird contract to the opaque nature of their surrounding area, others holding odd weapons they’d utilize for re- Was that a carrot? It was a sight to behold nonetheless.
As such individuals came to their attention, two responses often came: Process or Pejudice. Should this individual be of a rank to the Hands, as one such brazen man was, would be held more with contempt, though not necessarily subjected to the forced routines on others, some respected their presence here, a dip of the head, a glance of acknowledgement, though creatures such as Arrancar for the likes of Guujin held contempt, sneers and snides of irritation for his existence. One thing did begin to mutter about those who resided in these parts: Why was Guujin here?
Yet that wasn’t all, as the individual known as the Left Hand would be widely avoided for his existence often spelled a certain omen of problems, be it for his target or active interest.
It was thought below that Guujin would find his intended target of interest, a few floors having to be irritatedly navigated to the bottom, depths even of this multi-layered plane of problems and deception as those who weren’t him often didn’t get past this given point. The sound of mutters only growing louder, clearly about his intent regardless of the Arrancar about, some with parchment and seeming reports would halt violently at the sight of the Lord Hand and effectively decide it’s best not to return these to Sekenomi just this moment, a gaggle of other individuals kept vigilant watch, clearly on his own person. It was a well known fact that Exequias didn’t run like the Espada, among these people was a sense of: Loyalty and Unity. An efficient running organization dedicated to the task of policing, gaining and subverting hostile influences to Lord Kouhai. Many overall did not intend to disturb his excited jolt toward the intended though.
Though finally did a elongated corridor come into view, one which held two Exequias at the side of the oak door, they didn’t move nor shifted to intercept Guujin’s overall presence but for him? He’d hear the soft melody of a violin, audible enough to traverse the air and grace his ears, an excited, upbeat tune that almost beckoned him to come, matching the thumping heartbeat of adrenaline. Truly this held all the atmosphere of a man most wouldn’t want to disturb, yet for those like the wild Guujin, such didn’t effect even him.
Within this well kept chamber was almost a small floor dedicated to Androxus himself, soft fingertips planting pressure on a few strings as the butt of a beautiful oak device pressed into the crook of his neck, gentle hums departing his parted lips whilst the bow was planted aggressively against it. A rather excited beat which filled the room, upon a table just behind a makeshift living room was a boiled pot of earl grey tea that steamed, carpet of black that contrasted from the pearly marble of it all yet doors lead into rooms which could be considered his own personal bedroom. Ironically? This was a bit of time he’d devoted to himself rather than the office, to be disturbed during such was a rare and brazen attempt that’d be sure to infuriate him to no end, though no doubt some would do it out of spite. Silvery locks danced at the small of his back, moving to the music with a swift elegance, baby blue shirt covered by a white vest holding onto his form, shoes and trousers to match though the tie was draped precisely over a chair, alongside his overcoat. A pair of buttons undone to expose parts of his collarbone, a most delightful release from a day filled to the brim with imbeciles who prattled about delusions of grandeur.
“Truly, I hope such an eve isn’t disturbed by something inconvenient.” He uttered to the room.
Those who’d come here would be foolish without reason, though a pearl white attire did adorn their forms, Arrancars of all sizes, so did a symbol of a form of corrupted cross on the right breast that indicated a semblance of difference to the Espada and Fraccion. Oddities, most of them. Some had odd masks on areas one would least expect, others wild hairstyles of varying degrees that granted something of a weird contract to the opaque nature of their surrounding area, others holding odd weapons they’d utilize for re- Was that a carrot? It was a sight to behold nonetheless.
As such individuals came to their attention, two responses often came: Process or Pejudice. Should this individual be of a rank to the Hands, as one such brazen man was, would be held more with contempt, though not necessarily subjected to the forced routines on others, some respected their presence here, a dip of the head, a glance of acknowledgement, though creatures such as Arrancar for the likes of Guujin held contempt, sneers and snides of irritation for his existence. One thing did begin to mutter about those who resided in these parts: Why was Guujin here?
Yet that wasn’t all, as the individual known as the Left Hand would be widely avoided for his existence often spelled a certain omen of problems, be it for his target or active interest.
It was thought below that Guujin would find his intended target of interest, a few floors having to be irritatedly navigated to the bottom, depths even of this multi-layered plane of problems and deception as those who weren’t him often didn’t get past this given point. The sound of mutters only growing louder, clearly about his intent regardless of the Arrancar about, some with parchment and seeming reports would halt violently at the sight of the Lord Hand and effectively decide it’s best not to return these to Sekenomi just this moment, a gaggle of other individuals kept vigilant watch, clearly on his own person. It was a well known fact that Exequias didn’t run like the Espada, among these people was a sense of: Loyalty and Unity. An efficient running organization dedicated to the task of policing, gaining and subverting hostile influences to Lord Kouhai. Many overall did not intend to disturb his excited jolt toward the intended though.
Though finally did a elongated corridor come into view, one which held two Exequias at the side of the oak door, they didn’t move nor shifted to intercept Guujin’s overall presence but for him? He’d hear the soft melody of a violin, audible enough to traverse the air and grace his ears, an excited, upbeat tune that almost beckoned him to come, matching the thumping heartbeat of adrenaline. Truly this held all the atmosphere of a man most wouldn’t want to disturb, yet for those like the wild Guujin, such didn’t effect even him.
Within this well kept chamber was almost a small floor dedicated to Androxus himself, soft fingertips planting pressure on a few strings as the butt of a beautiful oak device pressed into the crook of his neck, gentle hums departing his parted lips whilst the bow was planted aggressively against it. A rather excited beat which filled the room, upon a table just behind a makeshift living room was a boiled pot of earl grey tea that steamed, carpet of black that contrasted from the pearly marble of it all yet doors lead into rooms which could be considered his own personal bedroom. Ironically? This was a bit of time he’d devoted to himself rather than the office, to be disturbed during such was a rare and brazen attempt that’d be sure to infuriate him to no end, though no doubt some would do it out of spite. Silvery locks danced at the small of his back, moving to the music with a swift elegance, baby blue shirt covered by a white vest holding onto his form, shoes and trousers to match though the tie was draped precisely over a chair, alongside his overcoat. A pair of buttons undone to expose parts of his collarbone, a most delightful release from a day filled to the brim with imbeciles who prattled about delusions of grandeur.
“Truly, I hope such an eve isn’t disturbed by something inconvenient.” He uttered to the room.
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