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Post by ~Sen on Jan 10, 2010 7:45:27 GMT 1
What a wierd monster. He seemed rather quirky, now, not entirely terrifying. However, it didn't really matter, because i was alive~! Mister gun face seemed to be thinking along the same lines, as he deemed the best course of action simply disappearing, and i had no problem being swept up in his wierd whatever it was. Another one was then formed, and we fled. Not forgetting my entirely obnoxious attitude, i leaned over backwards, until my head was dangling upside down over the back of the boy's arm.
Pulling down on my eyesocket and protruding my tongue, i waved a happy farewell to the freak, before blowing him a kiss, and sitting upright, snuggling into the boy's arm. Well. That was the most interesting night i'd ever had in the red-light district. Including that time with the five men where - i mean what?
At any rate, it looked like it was goodbye normal from here on out~ <3 [Exit~] |
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Post by Otaku.Legend on Jan 10, 2010 17:08:06 GMT 1
Before I had the chance to bring up my inquiry, the gun totting boy fled with the human girl in hand via usage of a technique similar to my own Sonido. Just looking up to them escape via air walk, I could not shake this feeling that I should have prevented such actions and gone in pursuit of them. Simply watching as they fled, I caught eye of the human girl as she taunted me; an odd facial expression and the showing of the tongue — a human taunt. As silly as it was, I could not help but express an intrigued smirk upon my milky white mask as a Hollow-like laugh bellowed forth. Humans just became more than just food, they were a means of limitless entertainment.
There would rarely be a chance in the future where I attacked humans for the sheer fun of it — no, I did not need such actions anymore. Instead, I would begin to study them; attempt to become more akin to them as silly as that sounded, it was something that would surely open new gateways to the future. Since my transformation into a Gillian, these thoughts have become more apparent; shoving their way to the surface of my soul — change would be imminent.
With nothing else left to do here, my left arm moved from behind the veil of my black cloak, grasping reality as if it were actually tangible. With a ripping motion of my arm, I tore the fabric of reality; pulling the curtain like mass over my body. After the drapes of reality covered me whole, the dimension seemingly repaired itself as I now stood in the realm between worlds — the Garganta taking me home to Hueco Mundo.
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