favorthebold: (Hair in eyes)
[The scene is dim - lit, in fact, only by the PCD, as the windows of Saul's house are shut. The device has been knocked to the floor and captures the darkened bedroom. Saul is sitting up in the bed, hunched over, looking a wreck: bloodied, bandaged with scrapes of cloth, and dazed with fever. He stares at the air and mutters to himself, at some delirious shadows on he can see.]

I don't care, Grandfather. I have a talent, a gift, Mithra's own gift, and the army feeds me better than you ever could -

- I won't spare you, give me my gun - !


[He lurches forward at whatever it is he's seeing, reaching out a hand, but of course only grabs thin air. He blinks, shakes his head, then goes ashen pale; he rolls off the bed and drops with a heavy sound to the far side, and thus is thankfully out of the PCD's sight while being sick.

After a while, he appears again, pulling himself back onto the bed with an effort. His eyes are clearer now, motions steadier. Perhaps the fever has broken. His face is a mask of helpless frustration.

He sits on the bed and stares down at his hands.]



I am the most powerful Guardian on the continent... but what is a Guardian, here?
favorthebold: (Vaguely pissed)
[The feed clicks on to a shockingly messy scene. Just outside a broken section of the Great Wall of Adstringendum, Saul has hunted down and butchered - not simply killed - a huge bipedal creature of some sort, at least three times his size. It's sprawled in the thin snow, gutted, Saul's hook still sticking from its eye. Its face is just human enough to be clearly contorted in the pain of its passing.

It's a grand kill, but Saul doesn't look pleased as he steps onto the thing's chest, kneels down and retrieves his hook with a twist that causes a sputter of blood. He looks tense and irate, rather, as he cleans the metal in the snow, clips it back to his belt, then picks up the PCD.]


Enough. This isn't a soldier's work.


[With that word, he calls up a wind that rises and whips through his hair, and a moment later the light changes as the sky above him clouds over. Rain breaks soon, washing away the blood; he'll be bringing it with him into the city.]

I want to know... about the man called Sousuke Aizen. The man you death gods fear.


((OOC: No there will be no selfcesting, please not to be alarmed.
Plot is slowly go. Hitsu-mun, we'll talk ^^))
favorthebold: (deep in thought)
[The feed clicks on to the sounds of shuffling, furniture being shifted, and after a moment, the crackling of a new fire. When Saul speaks, his voice is just a little bit ragged - just enough so that he doesn't sound quite like his usual smooth self]

It's been longer than I suppose, hasn't it? What is the date?

Blast... I'm so tired.


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