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 Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 10:15 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 11:04 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 10:01 am
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The Segunda Espada, Espada of Desire and Destruction
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Suddenly coming back to reality outside the entry garden, her eyes widened as a smile appeared on her face, almost completely entranced with the beauty of the organic life against the backdrop of white sand. Walking through the plant-life, she bent over to sniff a flower, her lips spreading to flash her teeth in a wide smile, her cheeks reddening slightly as the scent of the flower bombarded her mind. Standing back up, she looked around, noting the perfecting of the garden. This area contained a very different energy than the other areas of the desert. Walking around a bit more, she found the hole in the ground that she needed to go through to reach the Agartha. Descending slowly, she took her time as she began to hum an intricate melody, her melodic trill soothing the silent of the tunnel with a high-noted tune. Reaching the end of the hallway, she smiled widely and looked around, mouthing "wow" as her eyes set on the grandness of the Agartha. The golden light, the trees, the light hum of the technology that was expertly hidden in the scenery; that was when her eyes caught sight of a herd of buffalo, her eyes growing wide as her mouth dropped, almost squealing before leaped, soaring through the air until she gently landed near them. Petting them and pretending to carry on a conversation with them, she laughed lightly and sighed happily.
Luan walked away from them, patting one on the head lightly before she decided to get a move on, leaping up onto a walkway as she explored the place. The natural architecture, the scenery, the life-forms that grew here; she didn't know why Kush would ever listen to Taka and leave here to go to Earth when the air here tasted so much better and the sights were incomparable to anything on the surface world. She didn't know what to look at first; she moved from the golden plants that were growing on the side of the tree, glowing sporadically, up to an orb of golden light, trying to touch it only to watch it float nervously away, causing her to giggle lightly. Looking around one last time, she smiled and leaped off of the branch, arcing through the air to land before the main tree. Taking a second to look back at the Agartha before leaning against the trunk of the tree, sighing lightly. Her hand reached back over the shoulder as she knocked on the tree hard, hoping the reverb could be heard inside. "Kuush~? It's Luan, swingin' by to see how things have been. Well, that and I've heard you've become the tech-guru amongst the...uh... I guess just in Hueco Mundo, because this is not the sandy wasteland I'm used to." She started, her melodic voice piercing the tree with utter clarity, it sounding like she was already right in front of the other Arrancar. Unaware of the Shinigami he had slung over his shoulder, her guard was uncharacteristically lowered, more mesmerized with the new corner of the world before her eyes. Also uncharacteristic for her, she couldn't recall what he looked like, the only thing she remembered was his Crimson hair and his mask remnant; and now her mind wandered further, wondering if he had a handsome face, or if he was more classically beautiful. Shaking the images from her head physically, it probably wasn't a good idea to try a seduce one of the second of the two beings who could tell her what to do; especially because it didn't work out in her favor the first time.
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OOC:
((*kicks down door* hiii.
no seriously sorry for interrupting, but i'm bored.))
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2015 12:08 am
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Magic Leaf | Primera Espada | Hueco Mundo | Arrancar | Hollow| Vasto Lordes |Adjuchas | Theme:Acid Rain
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Unnatural, supernatural, a trip unbelievably exhilarating. Reality bent to his will, but his will dimmed to returned to nostalgia. Homesick, a paradise beyond paradise. Nothing compares to the beautiful Garden of Eden. A land bewitched by his mystical masculinity, one tainted by his feverish toxins. Those aphrodisiacs lingering from his locks, where long trails of crimson silk sway with every step. Excavations where he had left it all behind, technology little to none could hope to possibly comprehend. Serenity in fine dewy leaves, grass, trees. All had their special tint and taint, the freshest scents for those new to harvest into their own nostrils. Strong and yet delicate artistic fingers clawed a trail along the satin canvas of the captured shinigami, not long before it grasped the field to learn the feel and healthiness within it. Squishy is squished, and then it comes. Senses lift ears to perk, their near elf like stature flutter with fangs bared in a cheeky grin. Turned off to the shoulder opposite of the corpse, he awaits the sudden guest. Her appearance had yet to play into key, yet she makes it clear as day she has arrived within his sanctuary. Heavenly as always, she sways in alluring tunes, meticulous is in her nature; alas, she classifies herself as elegance in motion.
Their distance far, yet nigh. Leaned like the tower of Pisa, a body descends. Colliding with the ground, kicked to the curve of a fallen grassland down under. Burned like hell, smog pure as mother nature's scalp. He inhales and exhales, letting the pores catch the lovely asphyxiation. Alas, that was a mere dream to create. These fumes spread like wild fire, entering his very flesh and out. Red mist filtered, he travels throughout the roots of the entire underworld. Gold turns blood, and he turns to look forth at his visitor. Curiosity killed the cat, but he forgot to kill it, and so she came directly back into his life. A mouth salivates at the sight alone, but there is a different exchange in his looks. Abnormal behavior on his behalf, he is calmer. More tamed, sane even. Malevolence did not linger off of his very aura, no. This was a neutral mute, something she could not feel, not hear. His index delves into his pocket, digging around looking for it.. Where.. Was.. Patted to left and right, he narrows his gaze and the snap is made. Produced before him was the pipe he'd made the day he was born.
Nostrils huffed to puffed, a blow where mist spreads about. Close she does sound, but he chooses to make this a mere reality. Silence, closeness, pressed to a bare and barely robed abdomen were the breast of her; his gaze cast down to the elegant segunda. Numero dos had arrived, curious potentially to his domain. Alas, left hand raising. He holds the pipe between index and mid, a brief blow of red winds as the eyes closed and opened once more to befall her.
'' And what do I owe the Segunda, for a random visit such as this? ''
Ѻ Ѻ Ͼ ► 【Let me tell you how I've been wanting to rp Kush and never saw that post of yours. Quote me next time, you heifer! LOL 】
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