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 Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2012 10:58 pm
The complex rises approximately three hundred feet, or roughtly thirty stories, within High's Kingly Tower. The entire thing, oddly enough, is blacker than the night of Hueco Mundo. It seems to suck the light in around it, and turn it into a dreadful, inky black that emanates from ever turn.
The Tower Of Vigilance, as it is called, does not appear to have a single opening. It is totally and completely rounded, not a single blemish or power adorning the black cylinder. This is really High's way of saying " No Trespassers. " If one were to try, they would find that the Tower's material does not give way in the slightest. The strongest sword swings and the most potent Cero leave not even a scratch upon it's pristine surface. A little birdie helped with that bit.
There's a secret way in. No telling, alright?
Within the Tower, there is but a single room. IT resides at the tippy top of the tower, and if you do manage to get inside, how the hell are you going to get there? Have fun trying.
This room is dominated by a lack of light, life, and pretty much anything lest for the darkness, and High's computer systems. Years of research and work have culminated into the massive computer complex, that High lovingly refers to as his one and only love-child. Not even the Espada know what really goes on within the Tower of Vigilance, for not only is it rare that their esteemed numbers are taken within, but yet the blackness within obscures most everything within.
When the Computer is activated, it's pretty simple to see how beautiful it is. Sheets of luminescent crystal are attached likewise to the ceiling and each other by fine golden chain, left to hang in front of a bay of keyboards. The keyboards dominate a slanted counter, from which the golden chain seems to originate.
This is High's ever-watchful eye, funneling huge amounts of video and audio into each small sheet, which in turn is transmitted to the bracelet and earbud high wears, giving him a constant influx of information.
Remember, He knows when you are sleeping, he knows when you're awake. He knows when you've been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake...
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2012 11:14 pm
High Clark For all intents and purposes, High had seemed to disappear from the confines of his massive castle. It was normal for the Arrancar to feel the slightest tingle of his energy, for it was always there. But now, it was as if he didn't even exist. Weird, The King had been in his meeting hall a few moments before.
Of course they wouldn't know where he went. He was in his tower. His Tower, where the love-child of his brain and his resources had met to create the most dazzling of computer systems ever birthed. Locura would be most jealous if he were to ever get in here, and see the massive quantity of beautifully systematic information that was funneled from all three open dimensions, into this very room. Even the scientist would have trouble taking it all in. More than an hour, and the Mad Scientist would be driven further into insanity. But not High. He had the odd capacity to dart his eyes across every screen for a few seconds, and take in the massive amounts of movement, feel every sample of reiatsu, and dig through the multitude of voices that clogged the room. It was more than noisy. It was almost hellish.
High lavished upon a simple throne, made of an odd black substance. He sat, leg's spread, head in palm, and elbow on knee, smirking with a childlike glee. Unbeknownst to the King of Hueco Mundo, he was giggling lightly, engrossed in his own lunacy and the lunacy of the room. His eyes were everywhere and nowhere at once, tunneling through the massive amounts of information like a pro. That's High for you.
what was the King doing, mind you? Was he simply enjoying the thrill of watching and not being seen? Or yet, was he simply enjoying the act of watching, knowing no one else knew what he knew. Likewise, he could have a some sort of odd fetish for information. You never knew with this guy. High gently lifted his head from his knee, and brushed back the few strands of hair that had fallen over his face. His porcelain features shone in the dim, almost sterile light, giving High the appearance of some sort of angel.
The answer to that question though, it's pretty simple. He was planning. Watching everything that happened in live action, creating plans, throwing out some, tweaking others. High's mind was like clockwork, taking in new information, forcing it to click in with the old, and changing what he had supposed a moment before. It was all with some mundane flourish, the sort of dry humor that only High understood. And so, he giggled like a madman.
Suddenly, High realized he was giggling, and stopped. He frowned for a moment, and put his hand to his chin once more. " I really need to stop that. " He said sullenly, before casting his eyes back up to the screens. What else was there to do in a place like Hueco Mundo? " This is a WonderLand. My WonderLand. "
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