JULY 9, 2014.
Post by ASHTON ARTERIUS on Mar 12, 2014 16:05:33 GMT -5
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The creaks and crawls of intruding critters were the only noises breaking the silence of a serene night in Sereitei, that and the rapping of the Nanabantai Fukutaichō’s footwear against the luxurious pavement. The black fur adorning his collar danced in the walk between the stone walling of the open corridor, his hands sluggishly situated within the comfort of his pockets; his armguards grazing the three hilts protruding from his left hip, with a blank line of lips to accentuate the grand amount of sinful spiritual power unconsciously seeping out of his physical form.
And it seemed not even the most sinister of villains would find respite from the horrors that crept. The pattering of his feet halted, his chin rising with an unimpressive blink; his emotionless golden orbs gazing forth.
Three masculine forms materialized before him with ragged black garments reminiscent of Eleventh Division bruisers. The lieutenant merely blinked, staring at their tensing bodies hover their hands over sheathed armaments. “Ashton Arterius!” The sadistic tenor of the leading ambusher started, “You, Kimura, and Hagarashi are about to die.” The three ambushers grinned menacingly, withdrawing the steel of the weapons into the cold atmosphere of midnight.
And the atmosphere would only grow more frigid.
“’Kay.” Ashton said through an apathetic baritone, simply continuing a stroll past them, so uncaring as to even grace the men with eye contact. Bewilderment slapped the men in the face as his feet tapped against the pavement. “W-What, you son of a bitch!” The leading ruffian hollered, turning around with his companions with a purposeful step. And even as the man rose his weapon and slashed downward to part the lieutenant’s head from his shoulders, there was no response; only a sigh.
And it seemed not even the most sinister of villains would find respite from the horrors that crept. The pattering of his feet halted, his chin rising with an unimpressive blink; his emotionless golden orbs gazing forth.
Three masculine forms materialized before him with ragged black garments reminiscent of Eleventh Division bruisers. The lieutenant merely blinked, staring at their tensing bodies hover their hands over sheathed armaments. “Ashton Arterius!” The sadistic tenor of the leading ambusher started, “You, Kimura, and Hagarashi are about to die.” The three ambushers grinned menacingly, withdrawing the steel of the weapons into the cold atmosphere of midnight.
And the atmosphere would only grow more frigid.
“’Kay.” Ashton said through an apathetic baritone, simply continuing a stroll past them, so uncaring as to even grace the men with eye contact. Bewilderment slapped the men in the face as his feet tapped against the pavement. “W-What, you son of a bitch!” The leading ruffian hollered, turning around with his companions with a purposeful step. And even as the man rose his weapon and slashed downward to part the lieutenant’s head from his shoulders, there was no response; only a sigh.
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