Post by Baocao on Aug 26, 2012 21:44:10 GMT -5
Hueco Mundo was boring. That much had to be accepted as fact by any Arrancar. It was just... sand, with a single building standing out in the landscape. ...Yeah, this wasn't going to work. Not caring where he went as long as it had some form of entertainment, the strange bundle of bandages and purple cloth known as the Cuarta Espada opened up a Garganta, hopping through with a happy giggle. Destination? Any-goddamn-where.
..... So now he was in an unfamiliar city, full of people. So icky. They had all sorts of bacteria and viruses all over them. The very thought made the madman shudder. Thus, he walked along the streets, an invisible, masked, mummy-like creep wearing a very jingly shawl and trying to avoid any and all contact with these disgusting beings. Ah, life was good.
Spotting a small anthill, Baocao began to cackle with glee. Bugs were fun to squash. They were so.... disgusting. THEY HAD TO DIE. So this oh-so-strange Arrancar decided to bend over in front of the small pile of dirt and squish the ants one-by-one. The poor insects had no clue what was going on. All they saw was their comrades being mercilessly slaughtered by an invisible force before their eyes. Hundreds of times his index finger came down, each time snuffing out the life of one ant. This was bliss, it was.
"Oh, bug, bug, bug. How I hate you soooo~ You all need to die, I hope you all fry~ And theeeeere I go!"
This little song was sung in a shaky, high-pitched voice on the verge of either laughing or crying. It was hard to tell sometimes.
It was very clear that this man was insane. But for the most part he seemed harmless. Well, harmless to anyone but insects. With his tattoo hidden and his Reiatsu being pitifully weak, he was nothing more than a docile curiosity... and an easy target for any bloodthirsty Shinigami.
..... So now he was in an unfamiliar city, full of people. So icky. They had all sorts of bacteria and viruses all over them. The very thought made the madman shudder. Thus, he walked along the streets, an invisible, masked, mummy-like creep wearing a very jingly shawl and trying to avoid any and all contact with these disgusting beings. Ah, life was good.
Spotting a small anthill, Baocao began to cackle with glee. Bugs were fun to squash. They were so.... disgusting. THEY HAD TO DIE. So this oh-so-strange Arrancar decided to bend over in front of the small pile of dirt and squish the ants one-by-one. The poor insects had no clue what was going on. All they saw was their comrades being mercilessly slaughtered by an invisible force before their eyes. Hundreds of times his index finger came down, each time snuffing out the life of one ant. This was bliss, it was.
"Oh, bug, bug, bug. How I hate you soooo~ You all need to die, I hope you all fry~ And theeeeere I go!"
This little song was sung in a shaky, high-pitched voice on the verge of either laughing or crying. It was hard to tell sometimes.
It was very clear that this man was insane. But for the most part he seemed harmless. Well, harmless to anyone but insects. With his tattoo hidden and his Reiatsu being pitifully weak, he was nothing more than a docile curiosity... and an easy target for any bloodthirsty Shinigami.