Post by Serraph Quarrere on Aug 31, 2020 21:50:57 GMT -5
In this world you either survive to see your ambitions fulfilled or return to the sand in which you came. Serraph had survived long enough to see comrades, friends, and masters alike die or dissapear. To a man who holds all knowledge close to his hearts, Serraph knew well that he'd never enjoy their words of experience and history ever again. This saddened Serraph every time it happened, whether it be the reluctant slaying of Bismark, the betrayal of the Blood Queen who had ruled in the far northern fringes of Hueco Mundo, the seizing of the Sexta's position, and now the disappearance of Lord Shiki, a man he had grown to be fond of. Serraph could not imagine what would drive the man away. It was clear by thorough search of his palace and the surrounding area that no sign of conflict existed, but perhaps it was possible to find trouble elsewhere. Such thoughts weighed heavily on the Sexta's shoulders, which brought about a paranoia for this possible breach of security.
Still, a good human world raid of historical artifacts did help clear the mind and keep him from doing something not quite intelligent. He brought with him the souls of twenty humans and thirty arrancar who weren't strong enough to be Fracciones proper. Although weak, fifty pairs of hands backing him allowed him to take whatever he wanted from the living. As they marched they carried various artifacts from the Medieval and Colonial area. Swords, pieces of armor, muskets, and brightly colored european uniforms of the 1700s. It was a good haul and would do well to decorate their particular sections of his palace. Behind him his retinue marched along, joining the Espada in song and merriment.
"Get ready for the Jubilee!", Serraph's voice would ring out, echoing over the long corridor beyond him.
"Hurrah! Hurrah!", The crowd boom, vibrating the walls and the crimson tapestries marking the territory surrounding his palace.
"We'll give the hero three times three!"
"Hurrah! Hurrah!"
Their Voices, Espada and Servant alike, would join together and make the corridor and the sections of underground networking tremble. "Well, the laurel wreath is ready now to be placed upon his loyal brow, and we'll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching home!", with that last line complete they had reached the 'court yard' area of the underground entrance to his palace, a wide open area adorned with statues of Espada, past and present, and notable allies of note. Even Lord Kouhai had a position here, to some of his fellow Espada's disapproval. Gashes and pieces were missing from this one particularly, but he kept it up regardless. To keep it defaced but standing it pleased both sides. To those who hated the man, it was a scratching post to take their anger on. To those who supported him, it was a symbol of enduring strength and resiliency. Serraph cared little for either view points. To him, his position was one of security. A band of strong fellows was much better off in this world than on strong man alone surrounded by wolves frothing at the mouth.
His retinue would disband their formation and approach the heavy stone door which opened for them, but Serraph didn't follow. He felt a strong signature approach in a neighboring passage. It was hollow in nature, but given the size of this particular passage it was most likely Arrancar. Given the being's strength was similar to his own, it was likely a fellow Espada or ally. The thought of a visitor coming along at this occasion brought a smile to his face. He'd grip the pommel of his cane with his coat draping his shoulders, awaiting the other.
"Welcome, Friend."
