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Its power recedes...
[ In the distance, stands that ominous 'monument', the Destroyer. While it didn't move much in its attack on the city, the rods that destroyed in its place, that changed form and tore through the city and its residents have seemed to have stopped. Anyone coherent enough would have noticed, and yet, the video lingers on what seems to be nothing more than a statue now, with only a power inside that no longer seems to wish their destruction, as if watching it for long enough will prove, one way or another, the results of that receding power.
Those words, to him, to those who cannot feel that thing, mean safety. The end of a battle that many had trouble seeing to its conclusion. There has never been anything like it before and it is the last thing he wants the city to see again.
He says nothing until the Forge moves away, catching glimpses of flattened buildings and the remains of some others that still stand, the damage varying. Finally, it finds the face of its owner, dirty, streaked with blood, but expression as apathetic as ever, though relief and fatigue are just below the surface. ]
My officers will report to me for their assignments. Your duties resume today.
[ He looks away, only briefly, frown deepening. A moment of silence, a battle waging out of sight, in the depths of his mind. ]
... I require a tailor.
[ Almost an after thought, but it really is important. His last one got smashed and he only has so many clothes. Shinigami are hard on their wardrobe. ]
[ In the distance, stands that ominous 'monument', the Destroyer. While it didn't move much in its attack on the city, the rods that destroyed in its place, that changed form and tore through the city and its residents have seemed to have stopped. Anyone coherent enough would have noticed, and yet, the video lingers on what seems to be nothing more than a statue now, with only a power inside that no longer seems to wish their destruction, as if watching it for long enough will prove, one way or another, the results of that receding power.
Those words, to him, to those who cannot feel that thing, mean safety. The end of a battle that many had trouble seeing to its conclusion. There has never been anything like it before and it is the last thing he wants the city to see again.
He says nothing until the Forge moves away, catching glimpses of flattened buildings and the remains of some others that still stand, the damage varying. Finally, it finds the face of its owner, dirty, streaked with blood, but expression as apathetic as ever, though relief and fatigue are just below the surface. ]
My officers will report to me for their assignments. Your duties resume today.
[ He looks away, only briefly, frown deepening. A moment of silence, a battle waging out of sight, in the depths of his mind. ]
... I require a tailor.
[ Almost an after thought, but it really is important. His last one got smashed and he only has so many clothes. Shinigami are hard on their wardrobe. ]