Post by Zegram on Oct 21, 2014 21:45:05 GMT -5
Zegram walked through the streets of Karakura town in the middle of the day. People crowded the sidewalk like tuna swimming in one direction to spawn. Humans were a diverse species. No two humans seemed to be exactly alike. Males and females, walked side by side. Some had long hair others short. Their skin color were different and other such features. What he saw, that set them apart from each other was their personalities and ambitions. All people had those two things no matter the age or gender. They were the driving force of the humans and what truly made them unique.
Arrancars and higher hallows also had personalities and ambitions of their own, but most seemed to center around the same thing. Their need for souls and power. Most hallows will stop at nothing to gain more power and devour any soul or anything that they come across. Arrancars are a little more sophisticated than that, but really no different. They seek to gain a higher position in whatever group they belong to wither that be the forces of Las Noches, or the Escudo. They all seek to gain the next step on the hierarchy for their own selfish ends. In this regard Zegram was no different.
He still didn't know much about the Shinigami though. From his own experiences, he had seen Shinigami of verious sizes and shapes much like humans and even Hallows, and Arrancars. But their motives were still a mystery to him. He had fought one who seemed obsessed with his brand of justice. He had met Shinigami that would attack him and other Hallows on sight, and still he met others who would rather talk to him and get to know him. Were they also like humans with their varying personalities? Were their ambitions also varied as the humans. He did not have the answers to those questions at this time.
Zegram just shrugged sighing inwardly and continued to walk down the side walk occasionally bumping into someone. This would cause them to exchange pleasantries with people around them. He sometimes forget that normal humans can't see him, and those that could would only see him as a normal man with something odd covering his chin. Zegram pushed his fedora over his face to block out the sun that was hitting him in the face. The well dressed Arrancar felt a little warm in his two piece suit and dress pants, but he liked being warm. He suddenly lept to the nearest roof top and have a better look around the area. He didn't have anything planned really. Maybe he would relax and get something to eat, or maybe he would cause a little chaos.
Arrancars and higher hallows also had personalities and ambitions of their own, but most seemed to center around the same thing. Their need for souls and power. Most hallows will stop at nothing to gain more power and devour any soul or anything that they come across. Arrancars are a little more sophisticated than that, but really no different. They seek to gain a higher position in whatever group they belong to wither that be the forces of Las Noches, or the Escudo. They all seek to gain the next step on the hierarchy for their own selfish ends. In this regard Zegram was no different.
He still didn't know much about the Shinigami though. From his own experiences, he had seen Shinigami of verious sizes and shapes much like humans and even Hallows, and Arrancars. But their motives were still a mystery to him. He had fought one who seemed obsessed with his brand of justice. He had met Shinigami that would attack him and other Hallows on sight, and still he met others who would rather talk to him and get to know him. Were they also like humans with their varying personalities? Were their ambitions also varied as the humans. He did not have the answers to those questions at this time.
Zegram just shrugged sighing inwardly and continued to walk down the side walk occasionally bumping into someone. This would cause them to exchange pleasantries with people around them. He sometimes forget that normal humans can't see him, and those that could would only see him as a normal man with something odd covering his chin. Zegram pushed his fedora over his face to block out the sun that was hitting him in the face. The well dressed Arrancar felt a little warm in his two piece suit and dress pants, but he liked being warm. He suddenly lept to the nearest roof top and have a better look around the area. He didn't have anything planned really. Maybe he would relax and get something to eat, or maybe he would cause a little chaos.