With the Captains suffering casualties and heavy injuries on their side, all hope seemed to be lost... until Shinji Hirako appeared, along with the rest of the former Shinigami. Though the aid of the Vizards certainly helped to draw the battle in their favor, it seemed Aizen's power alone proved too much for them.
Stour's footfalls were silent, no sound pierced the air, no sound to reach others' ears. His Zanpakuto's chain made no sound as it swayed. His eyes were almost completely closed. It had been weeks since he slept. He hadn't even been back to Las Noches in that time. His adventures often left him away for ages.
This one was different. This was him testing himself. He was going as long as possible without contact. He wasn't big on it, but damn, when you're out alone for ages, it starts to take its toll, even on the most trained minds. This was actually his return trip, Las Noches was becoming visible on the horizon. He dug a little shelter out of the ground near here, but was avoiding that location for a while. He needed to find someone, anyone. His mind needed it.
With a puff of dust, Stour flopped to the quartz sand, his legs extended, and leaning back on his arms, so that his upper body was inclined. He closed his eyes and waited to hear the sounds of someone approaching, hoping they wouldn't be confused as to why Stour, of all people, was making contact. He grinned a bit, but it vanished almost as quickly as it appeared, returning to his calm look.
Our bed becomes a grave before we blow ourselves away!
Tallinn made his way through the dark wasteland of the white dessert, the old feeble looking man has a long beard which extends down to his knee's. Strapped to his back is a large triple sectioned gourd which looks like it should crush the hunched over frame of elderly man wearing priest like robes, he also carries a large dusty tome under his right arm. Stopping in front of Stour and looking left and right, Las Noches right behind him he leans on a large wooden walking stick just slightly taller than he is. Drawing back the hood of his robes to reveal his wrinkled face with a white circle around his left eye, he asks in a firm but definitely aged voice,
"You there whipper-snapper, could you tell me where Las Noches is. It's been a while since I have been there, and for the life of me I could have sworn it was right here... Damn sands always blowing round, I don't know why I even left my cave. Well don't just stand there slack jawed I’m old carry stuff for me.
Tallinn grunts a little sucking something from his teeth before handing Stour the tomb he is carrying the large leather bound book looks like it should weigh about fifteen-twenty pounds but actually weighs closer to 115-120 pounds. Tallinn then pulls a small bottle off his belt uncorking it the stench of incredibly strong sake wafts through the air, despite the heavy winds of the dessert. Tallinn takes a deep swig, not having paid attention to anything Stour might have said he leans in close once again.
Stour watched the old man approaching from the distance, his eyes oddly attracted to him, perhaps as he was the only movement in this dead world. He resisted the urge to scoff at the man, as he asked where Las Noches is. He could hardly believe he was asking where the place just behind Stour was. This had to be a bad joke.
Then the man pushed his belongings into Stour's chest as he stood, the book was surprisingly heavy, and this displeased Stour. The old fool hadn't even asked. "I'm not your servant, old man." Stour said, purposely shoving the book in the mans chest." Carry your own luggage.
That was about when Stour smelled the sake. Stour sighed, he had been in the mood to talk, but suddenly all desire to talk to this man was gone. He walked away, while replying to the last question "Somewhere back along the way you came." Stour's hands were in his pockets and he was aggravated now. He hated ignorance.
Our bed becomes a grave before we blow ourselves away!
Tallinn gripped his book and then sonidoed right behind Stour slamming his wooden staff down towards the man's head, the attack was very fast but not terribly strong it would hurt but it wouldn't really do any damage. He then poked Stour in his chest with his finger saying;
"You listen here you young whipper snapper, Ill have you know that I am at least ten times your elder and I'll not have you speaking to me with that kind of attitude. Whipper snappers like you have no respect, the problem is you lack good manners. Look at your posture it's hideous, you should straighten up yougin or you'lll end up old and hunched over like me.... What? Did you just say something (Stour probably didn't), I was in the middle of talking you riff-raff for petes sake i just needed a moment to collect my thoughts... But my minds as sharp as it was uh... Four..... No five.... Three thousand.... Four thousand years ago and ill not have you calling that into question".
Tallinn wiped his nose with his finger glaring intently at Stour he was tired of these younglings telling him that he's losing it he would decide when he lost it.
(OoC: I know your character didn't say that Tallinn was losing it but, Tallinns a bit senile. ;D)
Stour's eye saw the cane coming just in time to stop its path with his arm. This was not helping Stour's demeanor towards this man. Stour was then poked in the chest. This was becoming annoying now. The man then broke out into a stream of comments that Stour simply raised his eyebrows to.
He was then told he had poor posture. Stour was bewildered. This man was losing it. Just as he was about to comment, the man began defending himself against unsaid words. Apparently the old man was.. Well, old. Very, very old.
Stour tilted his head to his right side, his eyebrows lowering to their normal place. "You really should be more careful when choosing your words. Why would insulting me make me want to aid you?"
Stour turned away from Las Noches' direction, and set off, hoping at least to mislead this man for his being so bothersome.
Our bed becomes a grave before we blow ourselves away!
Tallinn set off behind Stour as he walks he grumbles about Stour's lack of respect and attitude. Finally after a few yards he stops throwing his hands up in anger and frustration, he yells in the direction of Stour but not at Stour in particular just kind of to yell.
"That's it im done with these whipper snappers, I left my home and my forge for this. The arrancar race can burn in hell for all I care. (now grumbling as he walks in the opposite direction). Build me the ultimate weapon, I'll be back in a few days to get it Ba I should have known that Aizen was nothing more than a useless whipper snapper like the rest ya. Here I spent all this time..... Uh.... um… That's right im going home left the tea on and the sakes running low.... or was I going to the human world... no... no... it was somewhere.... hmmm...."
Tallinn then plops onto the ground sitting Indian style as he drops the massive gourd hits the ground creating a crater from its weight. As he sits Tallinn rubs his nose with one finger, grumbling under his breath about something or another before shifting positions and pulling out his bottle of sake once again uncorking the vile concoction and wafting thick heavy smell of overly strong alcohol into the air.
Stour had taken to ignoring the man as he walked away but couldn't help but become intrigued by the words 'ultimate weapon'. His eyes widened, and he turned, slowly, maintaining control, and walked towards the old man again. "What, exactly," Stour began slowly, "Do you mean by ultimate weapon?"
Stour was still walking toward him, and as he got closer, the man opened his sake again. Stour resisted the urge to cringe as the smell seemed somehow stronger now. He had intended to walk all the way to the man and take a seat before him, but instead stopped dead, as if he had hit a wall when the man opened that bottle, and waited for an answer.
Our bed becomes a grave before we blow ourselves away!
Tallinn took a deep swig from his sake. Finishing it he looked around at Stour and let out a wheezing laugh as he spots Los Noches to his right, a large smile widening on the old arrancar’s face. ”Oh… so… now you want to here what an old fool like me is saying. Why should I tell an impolite whipper-snapper like yourself anything? Hmmm… You see that’s the problem with young folk these days, don’t understand what it’s like to work to be an arrancar had a little help from that glowing ball thinger didn’t cha?”
Tallinn laughed again his wheezing laugh soaked with the stench of the fermented rice concoction. Spinning towards Los Noches he sets off through the sands towards white citadel.
Stour actually grinned at mention of the 'aid'. Stour knew he had been close before he found Las Noches, but the option to have it done better, and faster, only a fool would decline. Using a quick sonido, stopping just before Tallinn, as he began to walk. "A little help in advancement would be foolish to decline. Especially help that makes you stronger."
Stour looked at the old man for a few moments before continuing with what his thoughts were. "I really can't just let you walk into Las Noches without you telling me what it is you're here for. That would be foolish."
Stour, of course, had made that up in an attempt to find out what Tallinn had made. He really didn't care if an army of Shinigami walked into Las Noches right now, but he was really curious now.
Our bed becomes a grave before we blow ourselves away!
Tallinn shakes his head stopping to scratch his side he turns to Stour, looking at the arrancar in front of him inspecting every inch of him in a glance and then speaking his voice cracked and wheezy, he leaned on the stick getting closer to Stour as he spoke;
”Well now… A little help in advanced would be foolish to decline. Power yougin is a matter of purpose of drive. You’re an arrancar, yes but you don’t understand what it truly means to be Arrancar. You lack… Uhm… that’s right yougin’s like you don’t seem to understand the importance of being prepared always think head use the old noodle best weapon you’ve got trust me. My mind is as sharp as the strongest zanpakuto.”
Tallinn let out a long wheezing laugh and turned again towards Los Noches a large smile sitting on his wrinkled face as he walks towards the white fortress. ”Besides that was ordered for and is for Aizen only, bastards late though never shows up on time, or worse sends that depressing blind one. God I can’t stand the blind one, always so serious.” Tallinn finishes speaking then wipes some dust off the front of his priestly robes with his free hand and readjusts the rope holding the gourd strapped to his back.
