Desert Tales {Open}

[Azul Rojo]

Azul was wandering thorugh the desert of Hueco Mundo, as he did everyday. It had become a hobby long ago, from the day he came into existance as an Arrancar. Since then, he would just stroll around, thinking of intricate concepts that any normal mind could never think about. He could easily make a hobby out of killing Gillian and Adjuchas, but to him they had the same roots, so it would be like killing a brother or sister. They were both steps in the staircase of evolution to the Vasto Lorde, or "the completely human arrancar with no imperfections", as he would call them. But, today was a different story.

"I'm so bored today." he mumbled. "Not even thought is distracting me from this fake sun's dreary UV rays.

He kept walking. He walked on until he found some peculiar spirit energy in the air coming his way.

"Finally, someone to talk to around here. he said.

He released some of his spirit energy to atttract the person's attention. He then waited anxiously to see if the person noticed it and hopefully came his way.

[Stour]

Stour was off wandering, plotting the details of another new area in his mind. He'd been noticing that it had become more and more common to find others in this way. That was somewhat annoying, really. This was, for quite some time, something he had remained uninterrupted in doing. Perhaps he was just becoming more keen at noticing others, or perhaps they were becoming more keen on noticing him. He had done a foolish thing in making himself more known not too very long ago. He didn't, however, regret that decision. He enjoyed his position and the benefits that came with it.

He picked up a small spike of energy, and turned to it, it was decision time. Did he ignore them, or go to them. They seemed to want someone to approach, judging by the way they released the small spike. Perhaps they would be interesting. Or they would be terribly dull, like most everyone who walked in this vast place.

A crackling pop issued from Stour was he appeared near the man, approaching him at a walking pace. "I do believe you called for attention," Stour said rather dully, his voice dragging more and more as his sentence continued. "Not always the greatest of ideas."

His chain wrapped around his waist made surprisingly little noise as he walked, despite the fact that its two large dangling ends were constantly brushed against and in motion as he strode over to the person, perhaps waiting for them to introduce themselves, perhaps not caring. Most likely the latter. He simply had an appraising look plastered to his face. He wasn't sure how long he'd be sticking around... These things did always tend to get out of hand rather... quickly.