Post by Maria Ashwin on Jun 28, 2024 1:07:50 GMT -5
 | ' BEING SECOND BEST....ISN'T SO BAD' 5 paragraphs5 paragraphs total so far Location: Moscow Blast Zone |
(1) The desert wind howled a mournful tune outside Las Noches headquarters, a stark contrast to the warmth and gentle hum emanating from the Segunda's dining hall. Maria Ashwin, Segunda Espada, savored a sliver of spiced fish, her emerald eyes flickering between the steaming plate and the expansive window behind it. The normally clear desert vista was marred by a scene of frenetic activity. Hundreds of Arrancar, their white forms stark against the sand, swarmed around the edges of Las Noches, diligently erecting a colossal wall.
(2.) Scooping up a spoonful of saffron rice, Maria watched as a Gillian, its mask resembling a grotesque baboon, strained under the weight of a massive seki seki stone slab. A roar of frustration escaped the creature as it stumbled, only to be whipped back into line by a stern-faced Menos Grande. Maria’s lips twitched in a humorless smile. A daunting task, even for disposable Arrancar labor.
(3.) "Quite the sight, isn't it?" A voice, smooth as polished obsidian, slithered into existence beside her. Jonetsu , her favored fraccion , materialized from the shadows, his usual languidness replaced by a rare seriousness. He pulled out a chair and sank into it with a sigh. "it seems one of your insermountable goals has been realized" he said with a chuckle
(4.) Maria shrugged, a flicker of annoyance crossing her emerald eyes. "Kohai's-sama's orders. Apparently, the situation in the World of Living has become... delicate." she speared a piece of fish with her fork, her appetite seemingly unfazed by the news. "A bit of convinving on my end , and i had him on my side we have to many enemies not to have them up , my workers are in the mines scattered about the desert gathering the last bits of seki seki" she would say getting another mouthful of food.
(5.) The rhythmic clang of Arrancar hammers echoed through the hall, a constant reminder of the turmoil brewing outside. Maria picked at her food, her gaze drifting back to the window. The once open expanse was slowly being choked by the rising wall, a physical manifestation of the invisible threats lurking in the distance. Las Noches, a haven for Hollows, was being forced to transform into a fortress. A grim prospect, but necessary, it seemed, to shield them from the storm brewing on the horizon.
(2.) Scooping up a spoonful of saffron rice, Maria watched as a Gillian, its mask resembling a grotesque baboon, strained under the weight of a massive seki seki stone slab. A roar of frustration escaped the creature as it stumbled, only to be whipped back into line by a stern-faced Menos Grande. Maria’s lips twitched in a humorless smile. A daunting task, even for disposable Arrancar labor.
(3.) "Quite the sight, isn't it?" A voice, smooth as polished obsidian, slithered into existence beside her. Jonetsu , her favored fraccion , materialized from the shadows, his usual languidness replaced by a rare seriousness. He pulled out a chair and sank into it with a sigh. "it seems one of your insermountable goals has been realized" he said with a chuckle
(4.) Maria shrugged, a flicker of annoyance crossing her emerald eyes. "Kohai's-sama's orders. Apparently, the situation in the World of Living has become... delicate." she speared a piece of fish with her fork, her appetite seemingly unfazed by the news. "A bit of convinving on my end , and i had him on my side we have to many enemies not to have them up , my workers are in the mines scattered about the desert gathering the last bits of seki seki" she would say getting another mouthful of food.
(5.) The rhythmic clang of Arrancar hammers echoed through the hall, a constant reminder of the turmoil brewing outside. Maria picked at her food, her gaze drifting back to the window. The once open expanse was slowly being choked by the rising wall, a physical manifestation of the invisible threats lurking in the distance. Las Noches, a haven for Hollows, was being forced to transform into a fortress. A grim prospect, but necessary, it seemed, to shield them from the storm brewing on the horizon.
