[Spar] No Man's Land

Beyond the world of the living lies Hueco Mundo; the dimension in which the Hollow and Arrancar reside. The terrain is blank, and dull - white sands stretch as far as the eye can see and the sky above remains perpetually dark. From the sand juts Las Noches, the home of the Arrancar. The structure is massive in size and white all around with one single door. You may enter, if you dare.

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[Spar] No Man's Land

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Post by platinum6ix » Wed Nov 01, 2017 11:18 am

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The no man's land is a world empowered by magical crystals and inhabited by harmless mystical creatures. The concentrated energy from the hidden crystals remains the only source keeping the land alive.

Should the lost crystals be found or destroyed, he who is immortal is wise enough to know that death pays all debts.
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Post by platinum6ix » Sat Nov 04, 2017 10:05 am

The rate at which time passed was of no joke to the space-time manipulator. The said grunge flooded his state of awareness — That intense apathy. Nevertheless, tranquillity was all he has ever yearned for as his personality was so antisocial that he's not type to mingle his precious time for meaningless drama.
Underneath his sleeve is a figurative killing intent, a habit of stabbing his victims at the heart with zero conscious thought. Whether he's vigilant of it or not is practically anonymous. In spite of all that, he's forever calm; as loud as a whisper, as silent as a lion's roar. Having zero pride while growing as a gillian, he didn’t seem like a genius in the making.


This pale whitish being wore nothing but his prudish clothing, a visible spectral of white full body yukata also known as kimono. The fashion of his countenance has never been altered; for his taste in woven fabric was as gigantic as a tiny beetle. Probably, or probably not, the color white was the big enchilada on his list. With the full body kimono bearing a pattern of six black symbol of sigil around a high collar, underneath his clothing was a necklace also made of six black sigil akin to some sort of ancient religious druid praying beads. On the rear of his kimono is a larger black sigil with a pattern of nine triangles arranged in three rows of three beneath it. He was practically a wolf in sheep clothing.


At that time, Armani was at the sea lounge once again and the whole place was already too crowdy for his liking. His physical body was there, but consciousness was far beyond the walls of Las Noches. For a period of time where one could call a moment, he literally forgot the genuine reason he was there.


“Am late. Tsukane must be waiting!”

He remembered he fixed an appointment with a fellow legionnaire. Regards of such saying as he was exactly where he never wished to be, he actually cared less on how long Tsukane had to hold his breath for the arrival. While having discomfort towards ingesting intoxicated beverages, he rose earnestly from the white fluffy furniture. As Armani appeared in an all white outfit, he wore a type of open toe shoe made up of straps holding the sole to his foot.
The hollow race figure was habitually slow in walking as he reached for the gates of Las Noches. The vicinity was free from noise and disturbance, the exact opposite of the lounge.


At the snap of Armani's left fingers, a diaphanous door-like structure revealed itself to him, thus shredding into two fragments, rendering an opening. In a blink of an eye, he was gone. Same passage way became visible atop a cliff on a strange soil. Just as the rift spread open, Armani became visible to every creature's field of vision. The feats he displayed was against the law of physics.


“No! Am not late am early, too early.”“”
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