Post by Maria Ashwin on Jul 23, 2022 23:43:59 GMT -5
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Lazy people are efficent
Our way of life affords us the ability to get things done quickly
(1) The pale moonlight of Hueco Mundo would shimmer across the pale sands with an otherworldly beauty, a gentle breeze carrying the scent of iron and chilled decay wafted in the air. The land of Hueco Mundo marik had seen this land scape many times before , his boredom had grown in the passing days.
(2) his brain lacked stimulation the world of hueco mundo was brain numbing to the greatest degree. Once you had reached the pinnacle of your own existence what more was there for you to do , marik currently was on his back laying in the sand watching the clouds roll on overhead. Foolishly he closed his eyes once more and allowed the dreams to roll in , maybe ventures of his human life? Or of a soul long lost to the melding of his own soul with the millions he had subsumed.
(3) The smell , the putrid stink of feces ,piss and blood had turned the air putrid the first few breaths upon awakening where always the hardest , it was as if your body refused to take in air upon first waking but once you forced the first breath in and let the foul air fill your lungs you keep keep it up at least while you had an empty stomach.
(4) This was the third day Marik had been aboard the ship that had carried the invaders of the leaf to shore , As the ship lurched and swayed beneath the waves as it traveled so to did his empty stomach. Through the darkness thin beams of light would peal through the wooden roof of his enclosure.
(5)his dulled Neon green eyes would catch something skittering across the floor. It's black greasy fur glistening in the dusty beams of sunlight as it darted by several other downed villagers who had succumb to the horrid conditions within the old rickety ship.
(6) Marik would squint in the darkness as he watched the creature dart about the floor , carving a trail through the two inches worth of feces and blood that lay about the floor of his new home. A growl would erupt from his stomach as his eyes adjusted to the darkness.
(7) for the first time in three days he felt the dryness of his lips and the emptiness of his stomach. His dry tongue would reach out and grace his lips as he began to lean forward completely ignoring the iron shackles that had turned his ankles to a red and green mess of blood and scabs.
(8) His hunger outweighing any pain he could possibly be feeling in this moment , The human waste and fluids that once repulsed him no longer bothered him in this moment as he proceeded on all fours twoard the vermin. The young boy would do his best to lightly press down his appendages.
(9) Taking the time to slow his breathing as he walked slowly following the rat as it darted from corpse to corpse until he was close enough and then without warning he would pounce. A loud 'Splat' noise would echo though the area as pounced upon the rat wrapping his hands firmly around his quarry , a happy smile spreading on his face as he slowly raised his body to the kneeling position.
(10) within that split second before he brought that rat to his mouth he would remember where it had been , what it was wallowing in and had been feeding on. Sadly that left as fast as it came as tears began to roll down his face before he bit down upon the rats skull between his molars its blood and the excrement's coating it's fur filling his mouth.
(11) The young starving boy ravished the rodent , the foul smell of the rodents innards would cause the boy to gag but not wanting would could possibly be his last meal to go to waste he would force the carcass of the rat further into his mouth until all that remained was the things tail.
(12) This act would be repeated for many hours throughout the day until his belly was full and his tears ran dry , within the next two days he had regained his strength becoming numb to the killing of the rats. Eventually the boy would grow better at catching the vermin although he had learned to slow his feasting to three rats a day , eventually learning to clean the rats in a barrel filled to the brim with water that was as murky as coffee ; the water draining from a wooden pipe in the ceiling.
(13) 'this is either bath water or toilet water and at this point I'm in to deep to care' he would think to himself as he held his recent catch underneath the water , letting out a gentle sigh of "sorry lil guy" as an apology as he watched the rat stop flailing under the water. After holding the rat under for a bit longer he would pull the vermin from the brown murky water and begin chewing on his rat head first as always, waddling back to his corner of the ship slowly as to not open the cuts on his ankles which had been washed and wrapped in the cleanest cloth the corpses around him could offer.
(14) for the first time in awhile he was able to think clearly , the sound of the waves crashing against the ships hull. The water's had been calmer over the last few days meaning he was nearing his final destination wherever that may be , it was something that had pondered on his mind for many days now. A knot of stress would form in the young boys stomach as he sat down further eating the rat , taking a few moments to spit out bits of bone every now and then as he already knew the rat bones always came out his bowels fighting.
(15) Then again maybe it was all the rat meat in his stomach causeing these problems in the first place? well there was no use in complaining now , his captors hadn't provided food or water. It was either eat the rat or resort caniblism though canabilism was a favorable option....the bodies where far to ripe and well along the road to decomposition for his own liking , he was hungry he wasn't a rabid animal.
(16) Marik would suck down the rest of his rat leaving the rib cage and a pile of skin and fur, the boy would assume the fetal position laying on his side letting the sway of the boat rock the boy to sleep. The sound of the ocean lulling him to sleep as he began to think back on his time on this ship.
(17) About the corpses and fly's but not the multitude of them but the sheer lack of them and the abundance of spiders he seemed to find roaming about the ship....maybe thats why no one had come to check on him?.... He didn’t have time to ponder these facts as he crawled to the far corner balling himself up in a musky blanket , falling into the sweet embrace of sleep.
(18) An ice cold splash of water would slam into Marik’s body shocking him awake from his slumber , upon instinct he would begin thrashing only to find his arms and legs bound in new restraints. He groaned as he thrashed lightly on the ground for a moment a whip sailing through the air finding it’s home in his ribs.
(19) the pain sucked all the air in his lungs he went to scream only to find his voice caught in his chest. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes as he gave a pained grunt , thinking of his mother her face in his mind keeping him sane….what was her name….His own vision was becoming blurred as the face was lost in the tides of his memory. As the crack of the whip was brought down upon him again his world shattered as his vision was suddenly flooded with bright light.
(2) his brain lacked stimulation the world of hueco mundo was brain numbing to the greatest degree. Once you had reached the pinnacle of your own existence what more was there for you to do , marik currently was on his back laying in the sand watching the clouds roll on overhead. Foolishly he closed his eyes once more and allowed the dreams to roll in , maybe ventures of his human life? Or of a soul long lost to the melding of his own soul with the millions he had subsumed.
-Dream start-
(3) The smell , the putrid stink of feces ,piss and blood had turned the air putrid the first few breaths upon awakening where always the hardest , it was as if your body refused to take in air upon first waking but once you forced the first breath in and let the foul air fill your lungs you keep keep it up at least while you had an empty stomach.
(4) This was the third day Marik had been aboard the ship that had carried the invaders of the leaf to shore , As the ship lurched and swayed beneath the waves as it traveled so to did his empty stomach. Through the darkness thin beams of light would peal through the wooden roof of his enclosure.
(5)his dulled Neon green eyes would catch something skittering across the floor. It's black greasy fur glistening in the dusty beams of sunlight as it darted by several other downed villagers who had succumb to the horrid conditions within the old rickety ship.
(6) Marik would squint in the darkness as he watched the creature dart about the floor , carving a trail through the two inches worth of feces and blood that lay about the floor of his new home. A growl would erupt from his stomach as his eyes adjusted to the darkness.
(7) for the first time in three days he felt the dryness of his lips and the emptiness of his stomach. His dry tongue would reach out and grace his lips as he began to lean forward completely ignoring the iron shackles that had turned his ankles to a red and green mess of blood and scabs.
(8) His hunger outweighing any pain he could possibly be feeling in this moment , The human waste and fluids that once repulsed him no longer bothered him in this moment as he proceeded on all fours twoard the vermin. The young boy would do his best to lightly press down his appendages.
(9) Taking the time to slow his breathing as he walked slowly following the rat as it darted from corpse to corpse until he was close enough and then without warning he would pounce. A loud 'Splat' noise would echo though the area as pounced upon the rat wrapping his hands firmly around his quarry , a happy smile spreading on his face as he slowly raised his body to the kneeling position.
(10) within that split second before he brought that rat to his mouth he would remember where it had been , what it was wallowing in and had been feeding on. Sadly that left as fast as it came as tears began to roll down his face before he bit down upon the rats skull between his molars its blood and the excrement's coating it's fur filling his mouth.
(11) The young starving boy ravished the rodent , the foul smell of the rodents innards would cause the boy to gag but not wanting would could possibly be his last meal to go to waste he would force the carcass of the rat further into his mouth until all that remained was the things tail.
(12) This act would be repeated for many hours throughout the day until his belly was full and his tears ran dry , within the next two days he had regained his strength becoming numb to the killing of the rats. Eventually the boy would grow better at catching the vermin although he had learned to slow his feasting to three rats a day , eventually learning to clean the rats in a barrel filled to the brim with water that was as murky as coffee ; the water draining from a wooden pipe in the ceiling.
(13) 'this is either bath water or toilet water and at this point I'm in to deep to care' he would think to himself as he held his recent catch underneath the water , letting out a gentle sigh of "sorry lil guy" as an apology as he watched the rat stop flailing under the water. After holding the rat under for a bit longer he would pull the vermin from the brown murky water and begin chewing on his rat head first as always, waddling back to his corner of the ship slowly as to not open the cuts on his ankles which had been washed and wrapped in the cleanest cloth the corpses around him could offer.
(14) for the first time in awhile he was able to think clearly , the sound of the waves crashing against the ships hull. The water's had been calmer over the last few days meaning he was nearing his final destination wherever that may be , it was something that had pondered on his mind for many days now. A knot of stress would form in the young boys stomach as he sat down further eating the rat , taking a few moments to spit out bits of bone every now and then as he already knew the rat bones always came out his bowels fighting.
(15) Then again maybe it was all the rat meat in his stomach causeing these problems in the first place? well there was no use in complaining now , his captors hadn't provided food or water. It was either eat the rat or resort caniblism though canabilism was a favorable option....the bodies where far to ripe and well along the road to decomposition for his own liking , he was hungry he wasn't a rabid animal.
(16) Marik would suck down the rest of his rat leaving the rib cage and a pile of skin and fur, the boy would assume the fetal position laying on his side letting the sway of the boat rock the boy to sleep. The sound of the ocean lulling him to sleep as he began to think back on his time on this ship.
(17) About the corpses and fly's but not the multitude of them but the sheer lack of them and the abundance of spiders he seemed to find roaming about the ship....maybe thats why no one had come to check on him?.... He didn’t have time to ponder these facts as he crawled to the far corner balling himself up in a musky blanket , falling into the sweet embrace of sleep.
-Hours Later-
(18) An ice cold splash of water would slam into Marik’s body shocking him awake from his slumber , upon instinct he would begin thrashing only to find his arms and legs bound in new restraints. He groaned as he thrashed lightly on the ground for a moment a whip sailing through the air finding it’s home in his ribs.
(19) the pain sucked all the air in his lungs he went to scream only to find his voice caught in his chest. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes as he gave a pained grunt , thinking of his mother her face in his mind keeping him sane….what was her name….His own vision was becoming blurred as the face was lost in the tides of his memory. As the crack of the whip was brought down upon him again his world shattered as his vision was suddenly flooded with bright light.
-Dream End-
(20) Marik sat up right quickly sand and dust flying everywhere as he sat up at full speed , he then would bring his hands up to his head clutching his skull. A headache gripped at his brain with extreme force , those memories whoes where they!? why was he on a ship and who was that bastard with the whip??
(22) Their crys upon the wind like the shrill crys of cicadas on a hot spring evening , in time marik would begin to stirr from his sleep the feeling of the hard shifting sand against his heirro was nothing new just a simple confirmation he was alive. He would remain still his eyes closed and his breathing shallow , no longer being a hummingbird he had to learn to hide his presence.
(23) the neon green haired arrncars senses open to the world around him. Even while in a slumbering state he needed to extend his senses and keep his guard up all it would take is a mere moment for a stronger foe to claim his life , After a few moment of feeling out the nearest and farthest riastu signatures his eyes would begin to peel open.
(24) The world was blurry through his eyes he could only identify a few stray beams of light filtering in through the roots of the quartz tree he had dug a small burrow beneath. Blinking a few times he would rub his eyes as he slowly crawled his way toward the light , his hands wrapping around the cold stone that formed a barricade between him and the outside world.
(25) Taking the stone root in hand he would pull it inward snapping it with a loud ‘pop’. Marik would give a light sigh as he began snapping the next few roots till the opening to his burrow was open to the world once more , slowly and carefully he would begin climbing out of the hole. First came his arms then his mop of green hair followed by his torso and legs as he emerged from beneath the tree like some creature born from the abyss.
(26) Once completely out of the hole he would stumble to his feet with a sigh as he shook his hair out flakes of sand flying in every which direction as he shed the remains of his hidey hole. He would reach up toward the heavens as he let loose a yawn , several audible satisfying cracks would echo along his spine, shoulders and lower back.
(27) Slumping forward with a satisfied look he the began his trek through the menos forest. His only company being the sound of his shoes crunching sand beneath his feet with each step , running his hand through his hair he would give a light huff. There hadn’t been much to do in hueco mundo as of late , besides dodging this lord stink eye’s goons and their freaky transformations.
(28) In truth marik had no idea what this lord stink eye wanted , nor why they kept sending inept fodder to rouse him from his sleep just so they could end up as another corpse dotting the endless desert. All marik had ever wanted in life since he was trapped upon the endless cycle of devouring other souls , was simply to be left alone yet the higher he climbed the more people seemed to step upon his path.
(29) Marik would sigh as he felt noticeable riatsu dancing on the edg eof his sense’s he had been feeling this particular one for awhile now , it was present when his mask shattered , and present when he feasted upon those gillian all those months ago. He would come to a halt normally marik would just run away but this was starting to become a drag , the constant fighting , the switching nest’s every single eight hours so he wasn’t swarmed by those mutant vasto lorde…it was damn near maddening.
(30) Tucking his hands into his pocket he would close his eyes feeling the riatsu that had been tailing him for three days now , roughly about half a mile south of him. Channeling riatsu to his legs he would begin running the world around him became black and white as his sonido was activated the world around him would begin rushing by as he stepped through the stationary world around him.
(31) This change in scenery was the world as marik knew it when his sonido was activated , a realm bathed in black and white silence reighned here as king amongst the still and unmoving. It wouldnt take marik long to find the spot he was looking for , he would keep up his movements by kicking off the tree’s till he was hopping through the branches.
(32) The wind blowing whistling past his ears and rushing along his arms , he truly enjoyed this feeling above all else in this world of dull experiences this…this was all that truly mattered. In the instant he stopped behind his target he would take a quick moment to examine their figure , well atleast what was exposed to the naked eye which wasn't much.
(33) As fast as he could walk he would bring his foot forward , slamming it into the hooded figures assumed back the feeling of several ligaments popping as his foot made contact confirmed his blow connecting. Their body warping around his foot for the briefest of moments before they where launched off their tree branch , tumbling through the air before slamming into a tree hard. Our neon green haired arrancar would give a light sigh as he watched the body crumble to the desert floor , standing from his branch he would look down “what to do with this one…”
-Time Skip 3 moths later-
(21) A light breeze would blow through the menos forest , the crys of millions of menos grande would echo through the air reverberating off the great expanse of space. Sounds he had grown accustomed to long ago , it was almost second nature to let himself be lulled to sleep by the crys of the millions of menos.(22) Their crys upon the wind like the shrill crys of cicadas on a hot spring evening , in time marik would begin to stirr from his sleep the feeling of the hard shifting sand against his heirro was nothing new just a simple confirmation he was alive. He would remain still his eyes closed and his breathing shallow , no longer being a hummingbird he had to learn to hide his presence.
(23) the neon green haired arrncars senses open to the world around him. Even while in a slumbering state he needed to extend his senses and keep his guard up all it would take is a mere moment for a stronger foe to claim his life , After a few moment of feeling out the nearest and farthest riastu signatures his eyes would begin to peel open.
(24) The world was blurry through his eyes he could only identify a few stray beams of light filtering in through the roots of the quartz tree he had dug a small burrow beneath. Blinking a few times he would rub his eyes as he slowly crawled his way toward the light , his hands wrapping around the cold stone that formed a barricade between him and the outside world.
(25) Taking the stone root in hand he would pull it inward snapping it with a loud ‘pop’. Marik would give a light sigh as he began snapping the next few roots till the opening to his burrow was open to the world once more , slowly and carefully he would begin climbing out of the hole. First came his arms then his mop of green hair followed by his torso and legs as he emerged from beneath the tree like some creature born from the abyss.
(26) Once completely out of the hole he would stumble to his feet with a sigh as he shook his hair out flakes of sand flying in every which direction as he shed the remains of his hidey hole. He would reach up toward the heavens as he let loose a yawn , several audible satisfying cracks would echo along his spine, shoulders and lower back.
(27) Slumping forward with a satisfied look he the began his trek through the menos forest. His only company being the sound of his shoes crunching sand beneath his feet with each step , running his hand through his hair he would give a light huff. There hadn’t been much to do in hueco mundo as of late , besides dodging this lord stink eye’s goons and their freaky transformations.
(28) In truth marik had no idea what this lord stink eye wanted , nor why they kept sending inept fodder to rouse him from his sleep just so they could end up as another corpse dotting the endless desert. All marik had ever wanted in life since he was trapped upon the endless cycle of devouring other souls , was simply to be left alone yet the higher he climbed the more people seemed to step upon his path.
(29) Marik would sigh as he felt noticeable riatsu dancing on the edg eof his sense’s he had been feeling this particular one for awhile now , it was present when his mask shattered , and present when he feasted upon those gillian all those months ago. He would come to a halt normally marik would just run away but this was starting to become a drag , the constant fighting , the switching nest’s every single eight hours so he wasn’t swarmed by those mutant vasto lorde…it was damn near maddening.
(30) Tucking his hands into his pocket he would close his eyes feeling the riatsu that had been tailing him for three days now , roughly about half a mile south of him. Channeling riatsu to his legs he would begin running the world around him became black and white as his sonido was activated the world around him would begin rushing by as he stepped through the stationary world around him.
(31) This change in scenery was the world as marik knew it when his sonido was activated , a realm bathed in black and white silence reighned here as king amongst the still and unmoving. It wouldnt take marik long to find the spot he was looking for , he would keep up his movements by kicking off the tree’s till he was hopping through the branches.
(32) The wind blowing whistling past his ears and rushing along his arms , he truly enjoyed this feeling above all else in this world of dull experiences this…this was all that truly mattered. In the instant he stopped behind his target he would take a quick moment to examine their figure , well atleast what was exposed to the naked eye which wasn't much.
(33) As fast as he could walk he would bring his foot forward , slamming it into the hooded figures assumed back the feeling of several ligaments popping as his foot made contact confirmed his blow connecting. Their body warping around his foot for the briefest of moments before they where launched off their tree branch , tumbling through the air before slamming into a tree hard. Our neon green haired arrancar would give a light sigh as he watched the body crumble to the desert floor , standing from his branch he would look down “what to do with this one…”
