I'm the heat you radiate, I am the fury and the fate.
I am each beat within your heart from first to last
I'm your action without thought, I am the instinct born inside you
I'm the bones from which you drape, I am protective skin to hide you
Nyhil Dakkar
- - Lieutenant of Division Twelve - - The desolation of the once great city was clear, buildings lie in tattered ruins - only the occasional wall or base of large skyscrapers were a sign that life had once thrived in the post-apocalyptic setting around where Nyhil was standing. Nearby there was a slow vanishing of black energy where the lieutenant had killed a lesser hollow that had gotten a little too close. He meanwhile paid it's minor death throws little mind - the worst it could do to him was knock up some dust.
Instead the lieutenant focused on the flat clipboard like device in his hands, holding it up and looking through it at the buildings around him. It could see through the various piles of refuse and stone, tracking other spiritual signatures - it's reach much further than the immediate area. He saw dozens upon dozens of various black spots - hollow that were still present yet hiding away. Still, the surface of the device held none of the brighter indications that would let him see any other living creature.
A pity, he'd hoped after enough time the city would begin to recover...yet, the device was still a prototype - for the most part it was a side project that had taken the attention of the lieutenant. The tech was low, certainly not something he would usually rely on but it's recording properties went further than his personal devices would. The reach was the main reason he resorted to that method of recording.
Perhaps it was beneath many but he was tracking the full amount of hollow present per square mile...taking such a census could aid the removal of the creatures in the future. He paused after turning a full circle to type in a number, then glanced up at the sky - it was chill this time of year, snow starting to slowly fall was pretty even in this wasteland. Somehow the sign of the seasons worked as some minor indication that eventually time would take back over. He smirked a bit to himself.
"Waxing poetic this morning...how unlike me." He remarked lightly, taking a deep breath of the chilled air. Then walking again toward the next section where he would continue his self-appointed work - the comment forgotten almost immediately after it was made.
Location: Tokyo, World of the living.
Outlook: Curious, Poetic, Steadfast
Health: 100%
Current Action: Working
OOC: Just posting in general...not sure if I'll just be ignored really...either way. IC post made.
Character Theme: Bad Apple I am the dawn of ages, I am the days seen through
I'm final entropy, I am inside of you.
I am the clouds that cover, Your way into the blue
I kiss with life to give. All this in spite of you!
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