[Walking. Walking, walking, and more freaking walking. That was all it seemed Findor's new life was bound to be. Devil be damned, Findor's newer life seemed to be so...mundane. It seemed to be the same thing for the last few days; people who at least looked to be his age went to a 'school'. Just what in the name of Lord Barragan was a freaking ( Read more... )

[How long had it been, since Aizen had cast him into this shell of a world? No sight nor sound of another being… not a trace of reiatsu, anywhere. It was a dead world. A hollow world. More empty than he had thought possible. He’d searched for a long time. Around Las Noches… venturing out briefly only to find the surrounding sands just as ( Read more... )

[That horde of Menos couldn't have made a more timely appearance should he have ordered them there himself as a distraction... which, come to think of it ( Read more... )

[She could feel that weapon through her face. The cold and sharped thing killing her, because... she wasn't strong enough to stop the other woman?

She felt  the floor. Pinza Aguda was destroyed and was on the floor without being able to protect her wilder. The blonde and pretty hair covered in blood as the last thing she could see was the face from ( Read more... )

[As he had been requested to some time ago, Findor was leading a certain neutral-aligned Ichimaru Gin into Nueva Las Noches. And he’s anxious, not only because he knew his own cover had been blown after the same Gin had dragged him away from the attack on the Ninth Division ( Read more... )

[During the attack on the Ninth Division, Ichimaru Gin, of all people, had saved him from being killed by Kensei. With threats that he knew were anything but idle, Gin had forced him away from the scene of the battle ( Read more... )

[Findor would never have considered it possible for something that was essentially part of himself - the greater part of his power sealed in a blade - to feel so unfamiliar in his own hand. How long had he been completely without it? How long had he had to wait for it to regenerate once it was returned to him in pieces? And now he was forced to ( Read more... )

[It had taken some time for him to recover from Aizen's Kido enough for him to move. He had managed to push himself up to sit, leaning back against a random, conveniently placed tree. It still hurt... Everything still hurt, from his broken body to the horrible, indescribable agony that was far beyond anything physical, of his Zanpakuto - part of ( Read more... )

[He had been walking - simply walking, without direction or purpose - for a length of time he had long since lost track of, paying no attention to his surroundings, or really to anything at all beyond his own thoughts ( Read more... )

[So, he was alive. Odd. More so, because he remembered dying. He remembered being killed by Aizen’s loyal dog… He remembered being toyed with; being impaled by his own Zanpakuto. He remembered the cold steel of that bastard’s Zanpakuto against his lips as the words to trigger its release rang in his ears: Ikorose, ShinsouOne with less control might ( Read more... )