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: (Saul in the corner)
[The feed switches on to a shadowy scene, a small room lit by a strong, crackling fire in a central pit. Saul is crouched close to the fire, poking at some fish that are spitted and roasting over it. He's telling a story, so it sounds: his voice is low, yet rich, calling back old memories.]

- by the time we pulled him out, he was as cold and stiff as the ice around us, and very much dead. As dead as you've ever seen a man. Not a scrape on him, of course, just cold, and gray, so gold and gray that his skin cracked if you pressed it too hard. I thought they'd leave him there, why go to the trouble and drag a heavy body back to camp? But the Northern savages, their ways are different from anyone else's. Hunger makes them less than human, or it makes them more.

Their Guardian gave him last rites - but not like you'd give a man. He thanked his soul like they thank the seals they hunt. And I still didn't guess. I was very young... well. You probably do guess, don't you?

Yes. They did have meat that night, even though that man got no seal. They call it compensation, the Northmen. They are like no other men on earth.

[He pulls a fish from the fire, and hands the spit to his companion on the other side of the firepit - Carmen.

He gives her a faint smile along with it, maybe even an apologetic one.]


Not most my appetizing tale, I'm afraid.

[The feed continues to run, cheerfully oblivious.]


((OOC: Coordinated with Jackie <3. in ur city romancin ur villainz.)

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