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Log; Complete
When; January 31st, evening
Rating; G I guess o.o; they talk 8D
Characters; Noitora (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
espadaserpiente) and Darth Bane (baneofmyexist)
Summary; Noitora takes Bane's corpse deep into the forest and when he awakes, they have a nice heart-to-heart. No, really.
Log;
Noitora had watched from the shadows as his once-master spilled the blood of the bizarre new fellow. He had heard in his head the freak's words. I have not lost.
And now he shook in the bushes. Aizen had left, and the moon was beginning to set. Noitora couldn't stay there; what if Aizen had felt his presence and let him go unpunished to trick him? Noitora had not yet seen his master's sword released; he'd looked at the fight seldom, hearing and feeling it was bad enough. He was safe from illusion, but he didn't feel he could ever be truly safe from what amounted to his abusive and tyrannical father.
Noitora gathered what little courage he had left and dashed into the sand as the night hit its darkest point, between the hour the moon set and the sun rose. He lifted the corpse onto his shoulders, clothed for once not in white but in mottled brown tones. He had felt a more subdued manner of dress necesary for his treason, particularly after what had been done to his clothing the night before.
He took the body and ran. He ran until dawn, at least an hour but not more than two, and by the end even he did not know where he was. He had doubled back and moved right and left and back again so many times; the gods of the city themselves could hardly have marked his path, let alone a false god such as his once-master.
Satisfied, Noitora sat and waited. He listened to the ticking, waiting for it to stop and signal his companion's return to consciousness.
When Bane finally awoke, his first instinct was to wince in pain. His side burned as if it were on fire, but when he lifted his head to look he was relieved to see that the wound had closed. He closed his eyes and called to the Force, concentrating its energies on the wound, willing it to heal faster. The pain subsided somewhat as the healing began to take effect, and he opened his eyes and took in his surroundings. He was not on the beach, that was plain, and there was a strange looking man sitting nearby. There was a great deal of fear emanating from him; Bane used that to accelerate his healing. He smiled and lay his head back on the grass, staring up at the canopy of leaves above him. "So you are the one who has been following me all this time," he said. "What is your name?"
Noitora's brown-clad figured looked almost like a malformed tree root, still as he sat by the tree. The ticking had stopped, finally, and when he heard Bane's wince of pain he was struck by the strength of the man. Having no healing powers of his own, Noitora could only wait as the man took care of himself.
Noitora wasn't surprised that Bane had known he had been followed for a while. Not a lot could surprise him today. "I'm Noitora," he said in a calm, emotionless tone. "Yer Darth Bane." This last was said as statement, but it held an unsaid question. Not who is he, but what? Noitora tried to get a handle on his fear, but his attempts ended only in anger and frustration as his mind led him from the matter at hand back in time, to Aizen.
"Yes, I am," Bane replied, continuing to stare at the sky, concentrating more on keeping up his healing than the conversation. The Dark Side was finicky about healing powers, it tended to only give you as much as you needed and nothing more. The scar still on Bane's face was a testament to that.
Bane could sense that Noitora was looking for something more, but at the moment he was not interested in talking about himself. "Tell me Noitora, why did you feel the need to stalk me?"
Noitora turned to face the man lying on the ground. The sight was not pretty; his outfit covered in blood, face marred. Still Noitora's gaze was steady.
"Th' man ya fought... Aizen Sousuke." Noitora hesitated. He was unwilling to divulge too much to a stranger, but given the cirumstances Noitora couldn't help himself. "I am an arrancar, an Espada. I dunno if that means anythin' t' you, but t' us it means we follow that man. 'M like a captain, though I ain't numero uno." Noitora shifted uneasily. His betrayal of his once-lord was still fresh, and like a newborn it cried out to be nursed and held close to the heart. "Aizen had been actin' strange." Noitora's words became stilted, but he pushed forward. The stranger ought to know how much more had happened than a simple duel. "Th' woman y' killed. Y'know. He loved her. Says he don' no more. We-- th' arrancar, some o' em-- we didn' believe it. 'Parently, wit good reason." Anger boiled within him at the memory of words exchanged during the fight, and Aizen's explosive reaction.
Bane had to concentrate a little on the man's speech, his accent was unfamiliar and in places a bit hard to follow, but he was able to catch most of what Noitora said. "That explains the anger I sensed from the Arrancar I have communicated with," he said. "Aizen Sousuke, for all of his power, is a weakling and a craven. He hides behind his veil of arrogance, using it like a shield. He believes himself to be invincible, but every man has a weakness, and he proved that when he lost control after I insulted his love." He turned to face Noitora, looking not only at him, but through him, trying to gain a sense of his power and desires. "How many of these Arrancar feel as you do, that their leader has betrayed them?"
Bane's words stung Noitora. Aizen was no longer his leader, but so much conditioning left a permanent mark on the arrancar's mind. Aizen had been father and god to the arrancar, and it was hard to swallow that he may be little more than an arrogant fool.
"Can't be certain," said Noitora, thinking of Ulquiorra and Grimmjow and wondering what their thoughts were on their dear father. "I've maintained communication wit three o' em. They seem t' agree wit me, but I ain't sure if it's t' the same degree." Noitora hesitated, then continued. "Th' other two.. we ain't sure about. One may soon come 'round, and th' other.. Hell I just dunno bout him."
Bane turned his head to view the sky again, contemplating this new information. It almost sounded as if this Noitora was looking for someone new to follow, almost as if he were lost without a leader. He wondered if the other Arrancar were just like this one, lost without someone to hold their hands. It was somewhat pathetic really, but Bane was not about to pass up the chance to rule again. And he didn't have an apprentice here either, perhaps one of these Arrancar, or even one of the Shiniagmi, would suit that purpose. Though it was painfully clear that Aizen Sousuke was going to be a thorn in his side for the duration of his stay here, and he would have to be neutralized somehow. Perhaps he was being handed a way to deal with all of his problems at once.
"Very well Noitora, discuss it with your comrades," he said after many minutes of silence. He slowly picked himself up off the ground, testing the strength of his legs and making a few practice cuts in the air with his arms. Everything seemed to be working properly. "I will be waiting in the shadows, and watching. When the time is right I will seek you out." He turned to face Noitora, his expression grim. "A new day is coming in this city my young friend," he said. "You and the rest of your kind must decide where you will stand when the sun sets and darkness falls."
Noitora watched him wordlessly, thoroughly impressed with the man and lost in wonder. It was only as Bane started to leave that Noitora snapped back to reality.
"Ah, wait! I.. I got lotsa questions." He got to his feet, and tried to explain himself in a way that didn't sound impertinent. "Th' others.. they migh' not be too keen on this if I don' got more information 'bout ya. Yer a stranger, and.. they didn' see th' fight, they don' know." His one-eyed gaze was pleading. "I can't go back t' the heart o' the city. Aizen'll be out fer m' blood when he finds out what a traitor I've become. 'Least lemme walk n' talk wit ya a while."
Bane considered him for a moment, narrowing his eyes slightly. Finally he nodded. "Very well, you may accompany me and ask your questions," he said. "I will decide whether or not they are worth answering."
With that the two of them moved deeper into the forest, Noitora rattling of questions while Bane mostly nodded his head, occasionally providing an answer but mostly staying quiet. He would have to check up on things on the network when he had a chance, he was anxious to see just how much trouble he had stirred.
Rating; G I guess o.o; they talk 8D
Characters; Noitora (
espadaserpiente) and Darth Bane (baneofmyexist)Summary; Noitora takes Bane's corpse deep into the forest and when he awakes, they have a nice heart-to-heart. No, really.
Log;
Noitora had watched from the shadows as his once-master spilled the blood of the bizarre new fellow. He had heard in his head the freak's words. I have not lost.
And now he shook in the bushes. Aizen had left, and the moon was beginning to set. Noitora couldn't stay there; what if Aizen had felt his presence and let him go unpunished to trick him? Noitora had not yet seen his master's sword released; he'd looked at the fight seldom, hearing and feeling it was bad enough. He was safe from illusion, but he didn't feel he could ever be truly safe from what amounted to his abusive and tyrannical father.
Noitora gathered what little courage he had left and dashed into the sand as the night hit its darkest point, between the hour the moon set and the sun rose. He lifted the corpse onto his shoulders, clothed for once not in white but in mottled brown tones. He had felt a more subdued manner of dress necesary for his treason, particularly after what had been done to his clothing the night before.
He took the body and ran. He ran until dawn, at least an hour but not more than two, and by the end even he did not know where he was. He had doubled back and moved right and left and back again so many times; the gods of the city themselves could hardly have marked his path, let alone a false god such as his once-master.
Satisfied, Noitora sat and waited. He listened to the ticking, waiting for it to stop and signal his companion's return to consciousness.
When Bane finally awoke, his first instinct was to wince in pain. His side burned as if it were on fire, but when he lifted his head to look he was relieved to see that the wound had closed. He closed his eyes and called to the Force, concentrating its energies on the wound, willing it to heal faster. The pain subsided somewhat as the healing began to take effect, and he opened his eyes and took in his surroundings. He was not on the beach, that was plain, and there was a strange looking man sitting nearby. There was a great deal of fear emanating from him; Bane used that to accelerate his healing. He smiled and lay his head back on the grass, staring up at the canopy of leaves above him. "So you are the one who has been following me all this time," he said. "What is your name?"
Noitora's brown-clad figured looked almost like a malformed tree root, still as he sat by the tree. The ticking had stopped, finally, and when he heard Bane's wince of pain he was struck by the strength of the man. Having no healing powers of his own, Noitora could only wait as the man took care of himself.
Noitora wasn't surprised that Bane had known he had been followed for a while. Not a lot could surprise him today. "I'm Noitora," he said in a calm, emotionless tone. "Yer Darth Bane." This last was said as statement, but it held an unsaid question. Not who is he, but what? Noitora tried to get a handle on his fear, but his attempts ended only in anger and frustration as his mind led him from the matter at hand back in time, to Aizen.
"Yes, I am," Bane replied, continuing to stare at the sky, concentrating more on keeping up his healing than the conversation. The Dark Side was finicky about healing powers, it tended to only give you as much as you needed and nothing more. The scar still on Bane's face was a testament to that.
Bane could sense that Noitora was looking for something more, but at the moment he was not interested in talking about himself. "Tell me Noitora, why did you feel the need to stalk me?"
Noitora turned to face the man lying on the ground. The sight was not pretty; his outfit covered in blood, face marred. Still Noitora's gaze was steady.
"Th' man ya fought... Aizen Sousuke." Noitora hesitated. He was unwilling to divulge too much to a stranger, but given the cirumstances Noitora couldn't help himself. "I am an arrancar, an Espada. I dunno if that means anythin' t' you, but t' us it means we follow that man. 'M like a captain, though I ain't numero uno." Noitora shifted uneasily. His betrayal of his once-lord was still fresh, and like a newborn it cried out to be nursed and held close to the heart. "Aizen had been actin' strange." Noitora's words became stilted, but he pushed forward. The stranger ought to know how much more had happened than a simple duel. "Th' woman y' killed. Y'know. He loved her. Says he don' no more. We-- th' arrancar, some o' em-- we didn' believe it. 'Parently, wit good reason." Anger boiled within him at the memory of words exchanged during the fight, and Aizen's explosive reaction.
Bane had to concentrate a little on the man's speech, his accent was unfamiliar and in places a bit hard to follow, but he was able to catch most of what Noitora said. "That explains the anger I sensed from the Arrancar I have communicated with," he said. "Aizen Sousuke, for all of his power, is a weakling and a craven. He hides behind his veil of arrogance, using it like a shield. He believes himself to be invincible, but every man has a weakness, and he proved that when he lost control after I insulted his love." He turned to face Noitora, looking not only at him, but through him, trying to gain a sense of his power and desires. "How many of these Arrancar feel as you do, that their leader has betrayed them?"
Bane's words stung Noitora. Aizen was no longer his leader, but so much conditioning left a permanent mark on the arrancar's mind. Aizen had been father and god to the arrancar, and it was hard to swallow that he may be little more than an arrogant fool.
"Can't be certain," said Noitora, thinking of Ulquiorra and Grimmjow and wondering what their thoughts were on their dear father. "I've maintained communication wit three o' em. They seem t' agree wit me, but I ain't sure if it's t' the same degree." Noitora hesitated, then continued. "Th' other two.. we ain't sure about. One may soon come 'round, and th' other.. Hell I just dunno bout him."
Bane turned his head to view the sky again, contemplating this new information. It almost sounded as if this Noitora was looking for someone new to follow, almost as if he were lost without a leader. He wondered if the other Arrancar were just like this one, lost without someone to hold their hands. It was somewhat pathetic really, but Bane was not about to pass up the chance to rule again. And he didn't have an apprentice here either, perhaps one of these Arrancar, or even one of the Shiniagmi, would suit that purpose. Though it was painfully clear that Aizen Sousuke was going to be a thorn in his side for the duration of his stay here, and he would have to be neutralized somehow. Perhaps he was being handed a way to deal with all of his problems at once.
"Very well Noitora, discuss it with your comrades," he said after many minutes of silence. He slowly picked himself up off the ground, testing the strength of his legs and making a few practice cuts in the air with his arms. Everything seemed to be working properly. "I will be waiting in the shadows, and watching. When the time is right I will seek you out." He turned to face Noitora, his expression grim. "A new day is coming in this city my young friend," he said. "You and the rest of your kind must decide where you will stand when the sun sets and darkness falls."
Noitora watched him wordlessly, thoroughly impressed with the man and lost in wonder. It was only as Bane started to leave that Noitora snapped back to reality.
"Ah, wait! I.. I got lotsa questions." He got to his feet, and tried to explain himself in a way that didn't sound impertinent. "Th' others.. they migh' not be too keen on this if I don' got more information 'bout ya. Yer a stranger, and.. they didn' see th' fight, they don' know." His one-eyed gaze was pleading. "I can't go back t' the heart o' the city. Aizen'll be out fer m' blood when he finds out what a traitor I've become. 'Least lemme walk n' talk wit ya a while."
Bane considered him for a moment, narrowing his eyes slightly. Finally he nodded. "Very well, you may accompany me and ask your questions," he said. "I will decide whether or not they are worth answering."
With that the two of them moved deeper into the forest, Noitora rattling of questions while Bane mostly nodded his head, occasionally providing an answer but mostly staying quiet. He would have to check up on things on the network when he had a chance, he was anxious to see just how much trouble he had stirred.