CeriaHalcyon
06-08-2008, 02:06 AM
6:55 'That'll do nicely bartender, but don't be cheap on the liquor though...'
6:57 'I'm going back home tomorrow...'
6:59 'Make it a double...'
7:00
"Fins to the left, fins to the right...", A familiar sea shanty reverberated through the cell phone speaker affixed to the belt of Cellea Halcyon.
His teal eyes fluttered, opening widely to take in the dawn, as it's endless charge drove the night into hiding. Grimacing and squinting lightly, Cellea's hand rose up from the sands he had spent the night on, his last night...
Here in human world...
"and you're the only babe in town..." the wakeup call continued, until Cellea reached for the phone and silenced it.
Wiping his eyes then with a not too clean hand, Cellea's first words of the day were a string of expletives as a piece of white sand got in them.
'Fate's way of getting me huh? Beating the system, and all I get is sand in my eyes...not too bad!' Cellea thought to himself, as he drove his torso up, so that he could position his rear in the sand to support his weight. In doing so, Halcyon's back revealed a broad driftwood shield. He had carved that shield ages ago and fought with it as well as the zanpakuto. Most nights, when not in his own lodgings, Cellea would sleep among the stars, using the shield to fill the requisite of a hard surface, necessary for him to sleep.
His presence in human world was a blend of work and pleasure, with thorough emphasis on pleasure, and light work here and there. The middle keys were sparcely populated and thus hollows rarely tred there.
Cellea had taken advantage of a stipulation available to all of the guards of the gotei 13, and it was the source of the legitimacy of his presence there.
The temporary leave of absence.
Three weeks of personal time to supposedly work things out, or mourn a fallen lover or friend...
It was never really intended for one who wanted to work on their tan.
And the sun in Sereitei never shown bright enough to create an efficient and well browned tan.
But even though he had beaten the system for the second time, Cellea never voiced the arrogance aloud.
Cellea was uniquely superstitious of saying things that may or may not come true, as if his words could tempt fate simply by speaking of it. Therefore, any relevancy to his own fate and his future he left to the confines of his own mind.
There were some days though when he felt fate could reach and reply to his thoughts even in there.
His time spent in human world had not drawn the attention of unfortunate realities, aside from the sand in the eyes, and the fact that a hurricane was coming...
However, in order for it to count as a blight against his fate, Cellea had to be present and he had no plans for sticking around much longer.
The sun still shone that morning, even though as it rose, Cellea could see a line of darkness that even its brilliance could not dissolve. The wind was light, and the waves were surprisingly calm, given the monster which lie not a hundred miles away, churning and burning the energy of the seas as it's life-force.
Shaking off the last of the sleepiness, Cellea rose first to a knee and then to both legs, taking a wide view of the horizon...
Not thirty yards on either side, the wind did blow and the seas did crash. Back and forth Cellea gazed, until he remembered the culprit.
Enshrouded within a driftwood cast, his zanpakuto must've been driven into the sand at some point.
He found it strange that he couldn't remember doing so...
Tapping the deadwood cane softly, Cellea sighed, "thank you for giving me a peaceful night sleep, Onagazame".
Lifting the blade named after one of the most feared sharks in the ocean, Cellea noticed that the wind picked up as did the seas began to rise as the curtain of protection had fallen.
Walking softly with the cane, Cellea Halcyon appeared like any naturalist, ragged clothes and affinity for wood products, with the cane and shield. His face however, deterred such a thought, as it was clean shaven and his hair, while very short was still barely out of place, even though it had grown some.
So not a vagabond or naturalist then, but a definite beach-goer, Cellea had the tan to prove it, and he had browned nicely.
Cellea traversed the white sands, dodging the surging waves until he was certain no one was in sight for a fair and visible distance. He then reached into the partially buttoned silk flower shirt, pulling a black crumpled object from it.
Dusting it off, he spoke to the object in his hand.
"Jimmy, Jimmy, tell me you're not dead yet!"
Surprisingly, the object sprung to life revealing itself as a hell butterfly.
"Jimmy..." Spoke Cellea, to the butterfly he had named after the musician who played his wakeup call.
"Jimmy, I need a door home..."
Gasping with it's high pitched voice, the butterfly lifted delicately from his hand, showing an affinity for not being restricted by the increasing gales.
It shot horizontally into the distance, dissolving into a pure bright white aura, which then formed the circular halo guarded by white and brown thatched doors.
Instead of immediately adjacent, the door was a hundred yards out from the shore.
Cellea chuckled at the outcome this time, "So that's what i get for your treatment? Eh, what does it matter, I sure as hell don't want to be here when that storm hits".
Dashing through the waters with graceful flash steps, Cellea dove into the portal just as a wave was about to crash through it.
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tbc
6:57 'I'm going back home tomorrow...'
6:59 'Make it a double...'
7:00
"Fins to the left, fins to the right...", A familiar sea shanty reverberated through the cell phone speaker affixed to the belt of Cellea Halcyon.
His teal eyes fluttered, opening widely to take in the dawn, as it's endless charge drove the night into hiding. Grimacing and squinting lightly, Cellea's hand rose up from the sands he had spent the night on, his last night...
Here in human world...
"and you're the only babe in town..." the wakeup call continued, until Cellea reached for the phone and silenced it.
Wiping his eyes then with a not too clean hand, Cellea's first words of the day were a string of expletives as a piece of white sand got in them.
'Fate's way of getting me huh? Beating the system, and all I get is sand in my eyes...not too bad!' Cellea thought to himself, as he drove his torso up, so that he could position his rear in the sand to support his weight. In doing so, Halcyon's back revealed a broad driftwood shield. He had carved that shield ages ago and fought with it as well as the zanpakuto. Most nights, when not in his own lodgings, Cellea would sleep among the stars, using the shield to fill the requisite of a hard surface, necessary for him to sleep.
His presence in human world was a blend of work and pleasure, with thorough emphasis on pleasure, and light work here and there. The middle keys were sparcely populated and thus hollows rarely tred there.
Cellea had taken advantage of a stipulation available to all of the guards of the gotei 13, and it was the source of the legitimacy of his presence there.
The temporary leave of absence.
Three weeks of personal time to supposedly work things out, or mourn a fallen lover or friend...
It was never really intended for one who wanted to work on their tan.
And the sun in Sereitei never shown bright enough to create an efficient and well browned tan.
But even though he had beaten the system for the second time, Cellea never voiced the arrogance aloud.
Cellea was uniquely superstitious of saying things that may or may not come true, as if his words could tempt fate simply by speaking of it. Therefore, any relevancy to his own fate and his future he left to the confines of his own mind.
There were some days though when he felt fate could reach and reply to his thoughts even in there.
His time spent in human world had not drawn the attention of unfortunate realities, aside from the sand in the eyes, and the fact that a hurricane was coming...
However, in order for it to count as a blight against his fate, Cellea had to be present and he had no plans for sticking around much longer.
The sun still shone that morning, even though as it rose, Cellea could see a line of darkness that even its brilliance could not dissolve. The wind was light, and the waves were surprisingly calm, given the monster which lie not a hundred miles away, churning and burning the energy of the seas as it's life-force.
Shaking off the last of the sleepiness, Cellea rose first to a knee and then to both legs, taking a wide view of the horizon...
Not thirty yards on either side, the wind did blow and the seas did crash. Back and forth Cellea gazed, until he remembered the culprit.
Enshrouded within a driftwood cast, his zanpakuto must've been driven into the sand at some point.
He found it strange that he couldn't remember doing so...
Tapping the deadwood cane softly, Cellea sighed, "thank you for giving me a peaceful night sleep, Onagazame".
Lifting the blade named after one of the most feared sharks in the ocean, Cellea noticed that the wind picked up as did the seas began to rise as the curtain of protection had fallen.
Walking softly with the cane, Cellea Halcyon appeared like any naturalist, ragged clothes and affinity for wood products, with the cane and shield. His face however, deterred such a thought, as it was clean shaven and his hair, while very short was still barely out of place, even though it had grown some.
So not a vagabond or naturalist then, but a definite beach-goer, Cellea had the tan to prove it, and he had browned nicely.
Cellea traversed the white sands, dodging the surging waves until he was certain no one was in sight for a fair and visible distance. He then reached into the partially buttoned silk flower shirt, pulling a black crumpled object from it.
Dusting it off, he spoke to the object in his hand.
"Jimmy, Jimmy, tell me you're not dead yet!"
Surprisingly, the object sprung to life revealing itself as a hell butterfly.
"Jimmy..." Spoke Cellea, to the butterfly he had named after the musician who played his wakeup call.
"Jimmy, I need a door home..."
Gasping with it's high pitched voice, the butterfly lifted delicately from his hand, showing an affinity for not being restricted by the increasing gales.
It shot horizontally into the distance, dissolving into a pure bright white aura, which then formed the circular halo guarded by white and brown thatched doors.
Instead of immediately adjacent, the door was a hundred yards out from the shore.
Cellea chuckled at the outcome this time, "So that's what i get for your treatment? Eh, what does it matter, I sure as hell don't want to be here when that storm hits".
Dashing through the waters with graceful flash steps, Cellea dove into the portal just as a wave was about to crash through it.
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tbc