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Post by Masa Kumasaka on May 22, 2015 22:47:07 GMT -5
It was a rather quiet time and yet peaceful... Myah wasn't around and back at his quarters because something urgent came up that Masa must attend. It seems things here were going to be interesting. He would slowly smoke and puff the cigarette in his mouth, not showing any emotion towards this meeting he's going to have. He's heard stories about this guy. Stories that are rather... Scary, disturbing, and horrific. Masa doesn't know himself what this is about but he's going to find out soon enough what this is. He slowly cracked his neck and took a long drag from his cigarette.
The winds picked up the sands for a little bit but would just drop the sands everywhere on top of more sand. It was a rather peaceful time as stated but Masa wasn't too sure what he's going to deal with. He's still a fairly new Espada and hasn't meet very many of the Espadas. He's met Septima and Sargon. Those are the only two Espadas that have been around to actually communicate with him but he hates just one of those Espadas with a passion anyways. He'd await patiently for the man to appear. He wasn't at all worried about these stories because he didn't believe shit they had to say.
Let's find out who this is, shall we?
(Just an intro... I'll have more paragraphs later on )
Last Edit: May 22, 2015 22:55:26 GMT -5 by Masa Kumasaka
Ripping black, it appeared as a big zig zaggety zipper in the dull gray sky. Vrrrrk vrrrrkkkk. Garganta. From the interior of it would emerge a man in a black suit with pale white skin, slowly descending to the ground. Returning home, and bringing with him something horrifying. The most disgusting reiatsu that Masa would ever experience. Even if there were more powerful reiatsus, bigger reiatsus, or more powerful people, none of them would ever be as putrid, as rancid, as unpleasant and repulsive. All at once, as it was unleashed, black eyes would settle on Masa Kumasa. Greetings to the Noveno. Greetings to the Noveno Espada, the newest and lowest ranked from the oldest and highest ranked. From the aberration even among Arrancar. ThE pRiMeRa. AdAlO dE-mOnA.
When Adalo arrived within an intimate proximity to Masa, the cigarette extinguished and went out, and its light vanished. Now, there was only the light of the moon. Except that when Adalo had arrived, the moon started to become eclipsed by black and disappear. So that there would be only darkness, and the Primera's glowing eyes. Somehow, Masa would also see images in his mind when Adalo came. These would be a byproduct of Adalo's reiatsu, and they would be memories from souls inside of Adalo... For the Primera was made of countless souls who all desired the same singular thing called revenge. Blood carnage destroy yes yes yes yes. 01001001 00100000 01110111 01100001 01101110 01110100 00100000 01100010 01101100 01101111 01101111 01100100
In one's mind, one saw. There was a little boy whose older brother was always better than him, and whom the parents had always loved. It sucked to be the second favorite. It sucked to be an accident. And when that older brother went to Yale, and that boy who was the younger sibling was only able to reach a regular university... How disappointing. And when that older brother went on to get a PhD, and that younger sibling was only able to get a middle class desk job... How disappointing. But that explains why the boy, driven insane by living in the shadow of his brother, took the gun and shot him. Eight times in the chest. And then, in despair, shot himself only to find there were no bullets... So he jumped from the window.
In one's mind, one saw. There was a girl who trusted her boyfriend to wait for her to be ready. Then when he drugged her, unfortunately he did not do it well, and she woke up in the middle of being raped. In horror, she pushed him, and he fell backward, and hit his head on the sharp edge of a desk. They accused her of murder, and she couldn't convince them otherwise. What could she do except hang herself in her prison cell later, when she got the chance? But that wasn't the end for her, or for the little boy... For one day, they would feel their wills burning for another thing. The most sacred of all redemption. The greatest pleasure in the whole world. Yes... Oh how they wanted it... How HE wanted it. REVENGE.
The Primera was grinning when he spoke. The Primera was grinning when he spoke, for he had found someone young, new, and naive. He had found someone young, new, and naive, who didn't know yet what it meant to be an Espada under Sonken Kouhai. Someone young, new, and naive who didn't yet know about Adalo De-Mona. The Arrancar King. So Adalo lifted his black hat from off of his head and bowed, but even when he bowed his shadow cast itself over Masa, huge, dark, blotting out Masa's significance. Adalo just seemed so much bigger. He was bigger than life. Scarier than any fantasy. "Hello there, Noveno," Adalo De-Mona said. "I'm happy to meet you... Always happy to meet a new face. Always happy to meet a new Espada."