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Post by Axel Gashimini on Jul 17, 2009 5:19:04 GMT -5
Open to all shinigami Everything was bright, too bright. Yet, it was also foggy and hazy, quite the conundrum indeed. It was redundant to be both bright and hazy at the same time, yet at the moment Axel's world was exactly that. He saw lights spiraling around his head, everything else was darkened and gray. Not gray like the color of his eyes but true gray. This left the Quincy Genius in a very, very confused state of being. He could only remember the last events, him fighting a shinigami, followed by a hollow, followed by a hollow who obtained shinigami powers aka an arrancar.
The sudden face of Letum popped into his mind. The strongest of the arrancar, of the Espada. That particular arrancar was the Primera Espada, and he only used his weapon once against him. Axel was played like a fool, he had embarrassed the entire Quincy race and hurt his pride.
Sitting up, Axel took this moment to look around the room. He was in a room, laying in a bed that wasn't his own. The room was absolutely clean, something like a hospitable. Touching his forehead, Axel felt the bandages for where he was busted open. He tried adjusting himself in bed, only to feel a shockwave of pain travel through his body.
Axel groaned immediately as he collapsed back into his bed. His chest, back and hips was also covered in bandages and felt like it was on fire, combining this wit a now splitting headache, Axel felt like he was dead. Sighing, Axel felt content to stare at the ceiling, wondering what exactly happened to him and where he was. |
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Post by Senroku on Jul 17, 2009 5:35:12 GMT -5
At that moment, Senroku would enter Axel's room, no emotion shown through his face; as usual. He had no respect for the Quincy race, but did not despise them enough to let Axel break his entire body as he hit the ground. Instead he had rescued him in a way, and brought him to Soul Society. Lucky he had too, or the blows dealt by that Arrancar could have been fatal. As he walked towards Axel, he leaned against the wall with a clenched fist, other hand on his hip and one leg folded in front of the other.
"Who was that? An Espada, I presume. Did you see his rank?"
He spoke coldly, he still did not care about this Quincy. He had failed, just as Senroku had. At least they had that in common, for the time being. He remained silent as he awaited an answer, the Taichō didn't care if he had to pry the information from him -- it was crucial to the shinigami and Quincy race.
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Post by Axel Gashimini on Jul 18, 2009 23:51:54 GMT -5
"Am I to tell you my life story as well?"
Axel questioned, being sarcastic with the shinigami in a sneering manner. He was glaring at the shinigami, having regretted ever meeting him at all. Axel then began to look at his hands, they were shaky and unbalanced ever since he met the Espada. The Primera Espada, he had left a mark on him. It was odd as Axel feared no man, yet even at the thought of running into him again made the blood through his veins run cold. He looked back at the shinigami, pondering what he should have done.
"Well shinigami, that particular Espada was the Primera Espada, otherwise the one strong enough to take out all of you shinigami."
Axel said, making a fist with his right hand. He wasn't defeated by the Primera, he was literally destroyed. Now he was stuck in a place worse than hell itself, he was stuck in a place surrounded by shinigami. Sighing, Axel turned away from the shinigami, wanting to be left alone now.
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