Post by Zou ۞ on Jan 28, 2014 19:12:31 GMT -5
OOC: This thread is a social meant for Llusia to join into Kuroi's Fraccion. They're going to get to know each other a bit here. And for some reason, Xanthe is also here. Three way social! This post made Kuroi feel like a cowboy.
IC:
The night was of average temperature, and not particularly cold, even considering that it was meant to be Winter. A trail of blood led throughout the hallways and corridors of Las Noches, having originated from a slithering imprint trail left along the sand in the white desert also leading toward the entrance itself, going all the way into the great dome of the seasonless, pale, lifeless world befit only for a full moon and a cold heart. The trail of blood was left by one being dragged in chains by two others, who followed a third man leading them. The two were both dressed in white, militaristic uniforms, and wore skull helmets indicating that they were Exequias. The one leading them, however, was not Shiroi Hokai, the Exequias Leader. Rather, they had been borrowed for this mission by another, who wore black dress shoes and dress pants, a ruffled white dress shirt, black tie, and black two-button blazer, slim fit and unbuttoned. His black, unruly hair, cut in layers, matched otherwise cold, and unforgiving black eyes. The Exequias had been following not Shiroi Hokai on this mission, but rather had been following Kuroi Naito, the Segunda Espada.
Kuroi's captive was a tanned Arrancar covered in barely modest green rags, a woman with a young and beautiful face, lush body, and green hair. Her lips were full, though cracked and bleeding, and her eyes were gorgeous pearls, or at least had been. The left one still was, though the right one had been gouged out, and thus the lid was closed with a huge scar over it. Her body was covered in burns and blood, wounds from a ferocious encounter. Specs of blood and dust along the suit of the Segunda Espada indicated that he too had been in some sort of conflict, though the lack of real injuries indicated the blood belonged to whoever his opponent had been, and that he had sustained close to no damage. The chains were binding of the legs and arms of the green haired woman, an Arrancar with a skull mask at the top of her head, indicating a mask fragment, which was how she would be identified in race. The woman looked weary, and could be judged by the numerous slash and burn wounds all over her to have lost a great deal of blood. If she had truly battled Kuroi, then she had not gotten out in a very favorable manner, or anywhere even close to what she had intended.
"I have returned." Kuroi stated coldly, in a brisk monotone voice as he entered directly into the throne room of the King of Las Noches, Sonken Kouhai himself. "Kouhai-Sama is not currently present." another responded to Kuroi. Kuroi looked up, noting that the one who stood before him wore black leather pants and combat boots, but no shirt. He was greeted therefore by a muscular torso, tanned, and a man with silver and white hair, eyes hidden by the shadows. Shiroi Hokai, the Exequias Leader, upon whose command, snapping fingers, the two that had been dragging the woman released her chains, clapped their hands, and disappeared. The prisoner struggled on the ground, attempting to rise. Both Kuroi and Shiroi ignored her pathetic attempts, given that it was obvious she was in no condition to move. Both of her legs had had vital areas slashed so that she would be unable to even stand. At best, she could attempt to crawl, but her arms too were quite limp. "I will leave the prisoner with you, then, Shiroi." Kuroi said coldly. "I have no intention of watching over trash, even the likes of a former Tercera. I have more important matters to attend to."
Shiroi nodded in acquiescence to Kuroi's words, and took charge of the prisoner, dragging her away. The Segunda Espada turned away, leaving the throne room. He headed in the direction of the Espada corridors, intent on returning to his own chambers in order to prepare himself for the next mission. A former Tercera from even the early days of Azeru Cho's reign, the green haired woman had been surprisingly no match for Kuroi. Why Sonken Kouhai had wanted her captured, Kuroi did not know, though he assumed he had been sent only as a precaution, assuming she would be stronger. She had proven worthless, in the end. That said, Kuroi felt another presence lingering nearby, a rather small, fragile seeming one. To the likes of an Espada, it felt weak, though he recognized a certain darkness and malevolence to it. Stopping in the center of the otherwise deserted corridors, Kuroi glanced back into his peripherals, sensing the presence to be behind him, hiding just around the corner as it observed him curiously. "Come out." Kuroi called. "There is no point in stalking an Espada this far into his territory."
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The night was of average temperature, and not particularly cold, even considering that it was meant to be Winter. A trail of blood led throughout the hallways and corridors of Las Noches, having originated from a slithering imprint trail left along the sand in the white desert also leading toward the entrance itself, going all the way into the great dome of the seasonless, pale, lifeless world befit only for a full moon and a cold heart. The trail of blood was left by one being dragged in chains by two others, who followed a third man leading them. The two were both dressed in white, militaristic uniforms, and wore skull helmets indicating that they were Exequias. The one leading them, however, was not Shiroi Hokai, the Exequias Leader. Rather, they had been borrowed for this mission by another, who wore black dress shoes and dress pants, a ruffled white dress shirt, black tie, and black two-button blazer, slim fit and unbuttoned. His black, unruly hair, cut in layers, matched otherwise cold, and unforgiving black eyes. The Exequias had been following not Shiroi Hokai on this mission, but rather had been following Kuroi Naito, the Segunda Espada.
Kuroi's captive was a tanned Arrancar covered in barely modest green rags, a woman with a young and beautiful face, lush body, and green hair. Her lips were full, though cracked and bleeding, and her eyes were gorgeous pearls, or at least had been. The left one still was, though the right one had been gouged out, and thus the lid was closed with a huge scar over it. Her body was covered in burns and blood, wounds from a ferocious encounter. Specs of blood and dust along the suit of the Segunda Espada indicated that he too had been in some sort of conflict, though the lack of real injuries indicated the blood belonged to whoever his opponent had been, and that he had sustained close to no damage. The chains were binding of the legs and arms of the green haired woman, an Arrancar with a skull mask at the top of her head, indicating a mask fragment, which was how she would be identified in race. The woman looked weary, and could be judged by the numerous slash and burn wounds all over her to have lost a great deal of blood. If she had truly battled Kuroi, then she had not gotten out in a very favorable manner, or anywhere even close to what she had intended.
"I have returned." Kuroi stated coldly, in a brisk monotone voice as he entered directly into the throne room of the King of Las Noches, Sonken Kouhai himself. "Kouhai-Sama is not currently present." another responded to Kuroi. Kuroi looked up, noting that the one who stood before him wore black leather pants and combat boots, but no shirt. He was greeted therefore by a muscular torso, tanned, and a man with silver and white hair, eyes hidden by the shadows. Shiroi Hokai, the Exequias Leader, upon whose command, snapping fingers, the two that had been dragging the woman released her chains, clapped their hands, and disappeared. The prisoner struggled on the ground, attempting to rise. Both Kuroi and Shiroi ignored her pathetic attempts, given that it was obvious she was in no condition to move. Both of her legs had had vital areas slashed so that she would be unable to even stand. At best, she could attempt to crawl, but her arms too were quite limp. "I will leave the prisoner with you, then, Shiroi." Kuroi said coldly. "I have no intention of watching over trash, even the likes of a former Tercera. I have more important matters to attend to."
Shiroi nodded in acquiescence to Kuroi's words, and took charge of the prisoner, dragging her away. The Segunda Espada turned away, leaving the throne room. He headed in the direction of the Espada corridors, intent on returning to his own chambers in order to prepare himself for the next mission. A former Tercera from even the early days of Azeru Cho's reign, the green haired woman had been surprisingly no match for Kuroi. Why Sonken Kouhai had wanted her captured, Kuroi did not know, though he assumed he had been sent only as a precaution, assuming she would be stronger. She had proven worthless, in the end. That said, Kuroi felt another presence lingering nearby, a rather small, fragile seeming one. To the likes of an Espada, it felt weak, though he recognized a certain darkness and malevolence to it. Stopping in the center of the otherwise deserted corridors, Kuroi glanced back into his peripherals, sensing the presence to be behind him, hiding just around the corner as it observed him curiously. "Come out." Kuroi called. "There is no point in stalking an Espada this far into his territory."
