huntingthehunted01: hopes lost at sea

Nico slipped out of his gargantuan bed, custom made to dimensions that were easily three times that of a king-size bed: how else would he have space for all of his concubines? Tossing the women who’s resting happened to impede his journey from his bed aside; Nico entered his walk-in closet, donning his usual garb. He checked his face in the mirror, flashing a smile to himself that acknowledged his handsome visage, and promptly vanished from his castle.

So it had finally happened, Nico actually had official Espada business to take care of beyond disciplining his subjects. It had been a few weeks since he had claimed his stake of land, having grown accustomed to the finer things in life now that he
was worshipped as a deity. At this point, there were probably more pharmaceutical substances in his body than bodily substances; his week long binges of anything he could get his hands on were growing notorious in his Kingdom. When his subjects came to pay tribute to their new king, they delivered in powder rather than coin. In fact, a sizeable bag of the white powder was on his person on this journey; something to keep him pepped up should he need it. It was a cut of his own creation, given those weak human narcotics wouldn’t work on account of his racial superiority. He hadn’t taken any for the last few days, it wasn’t an addiction he had developed, more a common occurrence for the sake of the pursuit of pleasure: he still made time for booze.

His travels took him across the dunes of Las Noches, the uninhabited and unclaimed land in between the territories of the Espada that served as a buffer from territorial encroachment and excessive immigration should one of the Godking’s appointed nine become too tyrannous for even the villainous Arrancar to tolerate. In between the brief blinks of his existence in any one point in space, Nico ignited a cigarette and began to suck on it, the tip glowing red in response to the Septima’s inhalation. Clouds of smoke sporadically materialised in the desert, left behind as Nico continued to warp to his destination. He could sense the Arrancar that awaited him since he had departed his land, appearing immediately before the black-haired servant of Luucio with a final display of his dimensional tomfoolery. The man’s uneasiness was apparent to Nico’s eyes in an instant.