JULY 9, 2014.
Post by Naomi on Feb 21, 2014 12:23:15 GMT -5
"the sum is sometimes smaller than the parts"
MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS | She had to leave one thing to the humans: they had one hell of a way to deal with death. Okay, there were at least a dozen asterisks to that, but then again, wasn’t it only important that some people, somewhere, could do that? Yeah, it really did not need all of humanity doing that, as long as her town would go on and throw a festival to honour the dead. Naomi had forgotten the specific name of the festival, but that was hardly important, the people there had been talking about it for month. And given that it was connected to death gave her the perfect excuse to stay there and ‘protect’, even if nothing actually happened. It likely told a lot about Nao that, despite having ample opportunity to really mingle with the crowd, she was not doing that at all. In fact, she had not even gotten a gigai or anything, but was sitting there in her traditional garb – even though she had decided on a shorter skirted variant for the occasion. But she had no intention whatsoever to interact with those people. Not because she was a shy wallflower or anything, but because she was not that interested in this. It was a festivity, sure, but none too interesting, just something that happened every year or so, and she did not know anyone around there. And that, she thought, was the essence of it, wasn’t it? There wasn’t a single –no pun intended – soul in this city that she knew well enough to visit such a festivity with. And she hated being to things like this alone, or rather, to be seen there alone. It had been the same with parties at the academy, especially after her lost time. To be the one who came alone and left alone, due to neither interest nor skill in picking people up, that was just annoying. But sitting on the roof of a small house like this, watching those people have fun, dance in the streets to a nice tune, which was fun. No, the auburn haired shinigami did not feel the least bit of jealousy, far from that. After all, she was the protector; everyone down there could only have fun because of her, because she allowed it. Thus she simply felt great, not doing a thing, her dangling legs whipping with the music, as she banished all those serious and annoying thoughts from her mind. Arrancar, dead captain commanders, those other things that had happened, those were relics of a different time, without a meaning on this day of the dead. So a girl that had never been alive could just have it all to herself. |
Plenty of time had passed by since Anneliese's last visited to the realm of humans, and yet she still occasionally had thought of the particularly young, redhead shinigami she'd met at night. The Segunda wondered if the girl had thought about her, this marinated in her mind for quite a bit, until finally Ann decided to return to that same town one month removed. A black rift tore into the night sky and from its depth the maiden emerged, standing above the festive streets she looked down. "I want you to lay in the middle of the crowd and just sleep. Okay?" Her hand caressed the head of the giant lizard hollow who she brought with her just for a special use. Making her way to a nearby rooftop she sat with her legs dangling off as she watched down below. The lizard hollow roughly the size of a giant truck had made its way to into the middle of the partying humans. He merely laid his head atop his front arms and nonchalantly closed his eyes. Now all she had to do was wait she mused whilst Anneliese twisted a lock of her hair. 
