Post by Schala Alexandria on Oct 4, 2016 23:59:04 GMT -5
She tussled and stirred in the coverings of her bed. There she lay in the barracks of Squad 10 with her comrades that called themselves Shinigami. Her day began as any other with the routine inspections of the boundaries that connected the Seireitei to Rukongai. The inspection was more purposed to investigating for unauthorized intrusions by the the civilians of the Rukon into the Seireitei, though it was pleasing to say that there were no incidents. None from what she could see trespassed into the domain that banned to all others besides that of the Shinigami. Surrounded by gangs and the urban unknowns that only the residents of the districts would know of. Schala had to be ever watchful. Regardless of which side she stood on the fact remained that there were people that were suffering in Rukon.
She couldn't help but feel the calling to venture out into the shack made labyrinth that was Rukon, and fight what resided within its shadows. Shadows. She knew of such a thing. Those shadows that lingered, carried themselves into the life that she remained present in now. The same shadows that she felt when she confronted that man long ago. The Princess wasn't entirely certain what it meant, but her visions of the past were ever more constant when asleep. Like a gateway that beckoned to her their hinges creaked open to reveal what lied on the other side. There she heard the voices.
Within that darkness shined the thousands of stars that lingered over the ground she walked on. A strange new world that she never seen before. Towers that eclipsed over her easily in the night sky. The individual cells that made up the towers were ever different from the other. Some of them were brightened with an illuminating glow, while others remained shadowed by a pure black screen. This was a world she was unfamiliar with. Although the environment was unfamiliar to her the landscape seemed to be welcoming. For every step that she took down the street the lamp posts fluttered to life. Schala was skeptical of course. She believed it to be a dream. Faint images that were pieced together due to past experiences that converged with fantasy. That was all the world she saw before her really was.
It couldn't possibly be a dream. The goosebumps manifest themselves across the surface of her skin. Schala wondered. This was a foreign world yet it compelled her to investigate further. A city in the likes she has never seen before, and it seemed endless. Every step taken only urged her to take another, and with the next step taken only brought her further into what seemed to be the core of the center. The only area that changed in its appearance from the surrounding buildings. That which filled the center of the center was a large temple structure. Ancient in design but its condition appeared to be well maintained. The sight was nearly awe inspiring.
Fresh spring grass glistened in the dim lighting of the city that surrounded the scene. Together with the moon light that dawned on her the grass radiated brightly, almost emitting spheres of light from their very surface. Almost as if fireflies were frolicking in the moon light themselves. "The Princess wanders farplane and believes it to be a dream. How amusing." The voice came as an echo. It bounced from the towers into the opening of the city and filled her ears. The Shinigami ventured ahead to find the vast opening into the temple. Pillars parted to form the entry frame. Marble and handcraft, its very nature resembled that of the ancient Greek civilization. Her eyes gazed about it as she continued on to find herself at the bottom of a raised platform. And on top a throne.
The sight itself was awing. Each stone and marble crafted in their modern shape. Each piece placed together to form the twin stairwells that curved towards the center, attaching the floor she stood on to that of the high rise platform. Every inch remained untouched by the hands of time as if they were recently constructed. "Although this is the first encounter we've had in person, surely you do know who I am?" The voiled echord once more, this time much stronger than before. The presence that came with it could have shook the very foundation of the temple. Yet, it did not.
The words that were spoken resonated throughout the surfaced of the temple. Every inch of surface that surrounded eminated with its influence. Thus, carrying the words that were spoken to her. Announced as if the temple itself was speaking to her. "Do not be frightened, nor be swayed, for I have been at your side from the very beginning. You can feel it can you not?" The walls continued to speak to Schala, unknowing as to where and what it spoke of. Though, within herself lied that sense. A sense in which could be described as familiarity. Her fingers caressed the support columns of the temple. Reaching within to that sense, connecting to it, allowing it to guide her.
"Every wielder and Zanpakuto share common traits wih the others, while still retaining their own individuality, and uniqueness. You, my lady, are of no exception. We share a bond." She could feel it. Pulsing. The walls and columns were pulsing. But not just the temple's surfaces, but all of what the world around her was. Everything was connected, all was one in this place. All was one in this world. The world that she stood in was alive. Yet, where was it's center? Schalas eye lids fell together. The utter darkness that was her mind allowed for a peaceful atmosphere. A means to focus.
When the pulses surged with excitement, they flowed toward a single direction. Everyone of the pulses directed her to their point of origin. The center of the world. Those pulses of light eminated from the platform over her. Up above the twin stairs stood a chair. Graphite and flawless marble merged together in harmony to create the stellar sight that was the seat. A throne. And as if she could see each beating pulse of the world, the light that emerged from its spectical was surprisingly soft. Only enough light to express the fine outlines of the throne before giving more emphasis to its intensity. From there emerged an and more figure. A man?
"A lass, you are beginning to see.. To feel what is around you." Her eyes never lost sight of the figure bathed in the light of the throne that he came from. His figure covered head to toe in an unusual clad of armor. None of the pieces suggested something close to that of a Knight. The surfaces of each.piece that concealed his for was smooth and curved naturally along with his physique. Each piece was attached or somehow connected to another piece if armor. So, altogether it resembled a layer of flesh presuming there were no gaps or air pockets beneath it all. "Who, who are you?"
This man in armor mirrored her motions. The two were locked on to the other. "You are blind if you do not know who I am?" The silver figure stepped forward to fall to the floor below. His stance matched her own as he made his way across from her. "I am blind?" Schala responded. "Indeed you are are blind. And for that reason, I must open your eyes," the man said as his arm rolled back to retrieve something from his back. A long eery screech that was heard resulted in the figure drawing a blade. Sliver just as his body was. Seemingly untainted by the conflicts of war and bloodshed, it's bristine light matched that of the throne for a moment.
Immediately after, the tip of the blade was directed at her. "and have you understand what this place is, and why you are here."
She couldn't help but feel the calling to venture out into the shack made labyrinth that was Rukon, and fight what resided within its shadows. Shadows. She knew of such a thing. Those shadows that lingered, carried themselves into the life that she remained present in now. The same shadows that she felt when she confronted that man long ago. The Princess wasn't entirely certain what it meant, but her visions of the past were ever more constant when asleep. Like a gateway that beckoned to her their hinges creaked open to reveal what lied on the other side. There she heard the voices.
Within that darkness shined the thousands of stars that lingered over the ground she walked on. A strange new world that she never seen before. Towers that eclipsed over her easily in the night sky. The individual cells that made up the towers were ever different from the other. Some of them were brightened with an illuminating glow, while others remained shadowed by a pure black screen. This was a world she was unfamiliar with. Although the environment was unfamiliar to her the landscape seemed to be welcoming. For every step that she took down the street the lamp posts fluttered to life. Schala was skeptical of course. She believed it to be a dream. Faint images that were pieced together due to past experiences that converged with fantasy. That was all the world she saw before her really was.
It couldn't possibly be a dream. The goosebumps manifest themselves across the surface of her skin. Schala wondered. This was a foreign world yet it compelled her to investigate further. A city in the likes she has never seen before, and it seemed endless. Every step taken only urged her to take another, and with the next step taken only brought her further into what seemed to be the core of the center. The only area that changed in its appearance from the surrounding buildings. That which filled the center of the center was a large temple structure. Ancient in design but its condition appeared to be well maintained. The sight was nearly awe inspiring.
Fresh spring grass glistened in the dim lighting of the city that surrounded the scene. Together with the moon light that dawned on her the grass radiated brightly, almost emitting spheres of light from their very surface. Almost as if fireflies were frolicking in the moon light themselves. "The Princess wanders farplane and believes it to be a dream. How amusing." The voice came as an echo. It bounced from the towers into the opening of the city and filled her ears. The Shinigami ventured ahead to find the vast opening into the temple. Pillars parted to form the entry frame. Marble and handcraft, its very nature resembled that of the ancient Greek civilization. Her eyes gazed about it as she continued on to find herself at the bottom of a raised platform. And on top a throne.
The sight itself was awing. Each stone and marble crafted in their modern shape. Each piece placed together to form the twin stairwells that curved towards the center, attaching the floor she stood on to that of the high rise platform. Every inch remained untouched by the hands of time as if they were recently constructed. "Although this is the first encounter we've had in person, surely you do know who I am?" The voiled echord once more, this time much stronger than before. The presence that came with it could have shook the very foundation of the temple. Yet, it did not.
The words that were spoken resonated throughout the surfaced of the temple. Every inch of surface that surrounded eminated with its influence. Thus, carrying the words that were spoken to her. Announced as if the temple itself was speaking to her. "Do not be frightened, nor be swayed, for I have been at your side from the very beginning. You can feel it can you not?" The walls continued to speak to Schala, unknowing as to where and what it spoke of. Though, within herself lied that sense. A sense in which could be described as familiarity. Her fingers caressed the support columns of the temple. Reaching within to that sense, connecting to it, allowing it to guide her.
"Every wielder and Zanpakuto share common traits wih the others, while still retaining their own individuality, and uniqueness. You, my lady, are of no exception. We share a bond." She could feel it. Pulsing. The walls and columns were pulsing. But not just the temple's surfaces, but all of what the world around her was. Everything was connected, all was one in this place. All was one in this world. The world that she stood in was alive. Yet, where was it's center? Schalas eye lids fell together. The utter darkness that was her mind allowed for a peaceful atmosphere. A means to focus.
When the pulses surged with excitement, they flowed toward a single direction. Everyone of the pulses directed her to their point of origin. The center of the world. Those pulses of light eminated from the platform over her. Up above the twin stairs stood a chair. Graphite and flawless marble merged together in harmony to create the stellar sight that was the seat. A throne. And as if she could see each beating pulse of the world, the light that emerged from its spectical was surprisingly soft. Only enough light to express the fine outlines of the throne before giving more emphasis to its intensity. From there emerged an and more figure. A man?
"A lass, you are beginning to see.. To feel what is around you." Her eyes never lost sight of the figure bathed in the light of the throne that he came from. His figure covered head to toe in an unusual clad of armor. None of the pieces suggested something close to that of a Knight. The surfaces of each.piece that concealed his for was smooth and curved naturally along with his physique. Each piece was attached or somehow connected to another piece if armor. So, altogether it resembled a layer of flesh presuming there were no gaps or air pockets beneath it all. "Who, who are you?"
This man in armor mirrored her motions. The two were locked on to the other. "You are blind if you do not know who I am?" The silver figure stepped forward to fall to the floor below. His stance matched her own as he made his way across from her. "I am blind?" Schala responded. "Indeed you are are blind. And for that reason, I must open your eyes," the man said as his arm rolled back to retrieve something from his back. A long eery screech that was heard resulted in the figure drawing a blade. Sliver just as his body was. Seemingly untainted by the conflicts of war and bloodshed, it's bristine light matched that of the throne for a moment.
Immediately after, the tip of the blade was directed at her. "and have you understand what this place is, and why you are here."
