A Match Struck Over Tokyo (Kukuou Munashii) Jun 14, 2016 16:03:50 GMT -5 Nagisa and Cheshire like this
Post by Verbrennung on Jun 14, 2016 16:03:50 GMT -5
[Takes place prior to 'A Gingerbread House of Lust' and 'Wanderers of the Earth']
“Would it be cliche to say they look like ants…?”
Standing atop the roof of a moderately tall building was the robe-clad, dark visage of Verbrennung as she stared down at the bustling Japanese square beneath her. This place was no village, nor was it a hum-bumble town. This was the grand city of Tokyo in Japan that seemed to glow even during the night with open shops, restaurants and bars. How packed the streets were: humans bustling to and fro in a near endless sea of people. With them they carried a stream of noise that none of them seemed to take notice of. Voices ranging from talking volume to shouting, the sound of shoes to pavement, the honking of horns, the blasting of music. It seemed quite chaotic to Verbrennung but it was a chaos that the humans were used to.
“Yeah, it would be…” She murmured to herself. Up she raised her left arm, her palm facing towards the central point of all the crosswalks. She could see it and all the people trodding upon it quite clearly through the hole in her hand.
There were different kinds of chaos, the Arrancar figured. Normal Chaos is what Verbrennung would classify her current sight as: the loudness of human settlements, herds of animals, or the calls of beasts.
She closed her right eye and tilted her head as she peered through her left palm.
Then there was Fear Chaos, more commonly referred to as a Panic. Humans and animals did such strange things when they were afraid. They would leave each other to die or trample one another. Fight or flight, it was called. She liked seeing what humans do when the chaos of fear was introduced into their lives.
A sphere of reiryoku began to gather just in front of the hole in her hand, spinning in place as it gathered speed and power. It swam with such lovely, shifting hues of red, orange and yellow. The air above it shivered with heat, like a struck match waiting to be dropped.
“... They look more like tinder to me.”
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