The howling winds stroked the ripped vest of Indiana, Jones the Second of the illustrious 12th division. His grumbling against the backdrop of the Hueco Mundo Jungles was ecstatically sarcastic and could be heard a mile away.
"Take after me, join the Twelfth, sonny jim!", the adventurous lost soul of seireitei grumbled. "The Holy Grail was just gonna sentence you to immortality as a hollow- at least here your old man could give you advice!"
Jones cracked his zanpaktou against the ground, a firm machete that rippled hungrily as a sleeve tore off against the constant strain of a reiatsu strengthened gale. He tilted his hat forward and spat lightly on the ground crumpling his footsteps.
"Jonesy! I've got it! The last treasure of the Last God Kings! With this, we'll be rich beyond our wildest dreams! Can't you appreciate what I've found?!"
With a kick to exaggerate his mocking lips, he adjusted his sword with a powerful grip and smote the air current with a heated blast of reishi.
"What? Oh NO, son! You've died once, what's the harm in dying again? Lousy, stinking old man!"
With a final flop against the ground, a desert storm left him stranded against a single Oasis, his bare chest sizzled in the air and he broke down on his knees, gasping as he yanked out his canteen.
*GULP GULP Tsk....AHHHHH.*
"I HATE HUECO MUNDO! I HATE SNAKES! I HAAAATTTEEE MY OLD MAAAAANNNN!"
"Take after me, join the Twelfth, sonny jim!", the adventurous lost soul of seireitei grumbled. "The Holy Grail was just gonna sentence you to immortality as a hollow- at least here your old man could give you advice!"
Jones cracked his zanpaktou against the ground, a firm machete that rippled hungrily as a sleeve tore off against the constant strain of a reiatsu strengthened gale. He tilted his hat forward and spat lightly on the ground crumpling his footsteps.
"Jonesy! I've got it! The last treasure of the Last God Kings! With this, we'll be rich beyond our wildest dreams! Can't you appreciate what I've found?!"
With a kick to exaggerate his mocking lips, he adjusted his sword with a powerful grip and smote the air current with a heated blast of reishi.
"What? Oh NO, son! You've died once, what's the harm in dying again? Lousy, stinking old man!"
With a final flop against the ground, a desert storm left him stranded against a single Oasis, his bare chest sizzled in the air and he broke down on his knees, gasping as he yanked out his canteen.
"I HATE HUECO MUNDO! I HATE SNAKES! I HAAAATTTEEE MY OLD MAAAAANNNN!"
Wed Jan 03, 2024 12:18 pm by Senetue
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