Sheva~ My goofy arrancar used to be a pretty serious dude back when he was a quincy. (And, while a hollow he had a lot of anger) Luckily now he's calmed down significantly, and has gotten sick of sticking his neck out. I've got a short story for him too~ (I don't claim to know a whole lot about quincies haha)
He kept his head down, his collar was suffocating him but he did not want to move anymore than his legs. So he walked, absently following the contingent of white-coated men, his eyes never straying from his boots.
All he could think of, vauguely, was a simple phrase, echoing to the point of driving him insane.
How could this happen?
His jailors stopped abruptly in front of him, interrupting his thoughts. He looked up for the first time since entering the castle, finally aware that he had been lead across the threshold, into the chambers of his leader, the only Stern Ritter in the region. The man peered down on him, his silver hair catching the light, his ice blue eyes narrowed in disgust.
He stared up through his glasses, the rush of blood pounding in his ears masking the sound of the Stern Ritter’s voice. All he could perceive was the disgust, the hostile aura surrounding him from the other present Soldat.
He feared for his life, yes, but he knew the quincy were fair; he was a loyal soldier, a strong asset. Surely…
Surely they would be fair. It was only an accident, they had to know.
A cold voice cut through his thoughts, and if possible the Stern Ritter’s expression grew more disgusted.
C. He was the C… The Chill. How fitting.
“I-I’m sorry Sir…” He stammered, and The C scowled down at him.
“Your negligence caused the deaths of five young children… trainees, future Soldats, perhaps even future Stern Ritter. Slain by lowly hollows… slain by scum. While being overseen by scum. Do you deny this?”
He fought the urge to look away in shame. “No..” he whispered.
“N-no, Sir.” He swallowed hard.
“Your life is infinitely less valuable than theirs.” He sneered. “You aren’t even able to breed, Gemischt. ” He seemed to spit the word, a foul taste in his mouth. “A Gemischt causes the deaths of five Echt.”
He recoiled from the venom in The C’s voice, the sneers on the audience.
“Your life is worthless to us, Gemischt…” He used the term, mixed-blood, as a weapon now. Each utterance caused its recipient to flinch.
“Please, Sir, it was an accident! You!” He brandished a finger at an audience member, a pug-faced blonde. “You were there!” The pug sneered and turned away, toward The C.
“I was there. And I say the… punishment…” He snickered, “the punishment is fitting to the crime.”
“Very well.” A curt nod, and the punished’s arms were bound; he was roughly pulled away from the C. He wasn’t even aware of his screams.
“No! Please! This isn’t fair, it was an accident!! NO!!”
His cries went unheeded, the impassionate face of The C disappeared behind swinging doors and his captors bound his arms, his legs.
He was too stunned to fight back; perhaps he even felt this is what he deserved after all. Those kids…
Well. He would share their fate, at least.
His captors dragged him to the forest, out away from the castle and all human contact. They dumped his still form to the ground, silent in their judgment, allowing their victim to watch as they placed the hollow bait atop his prone body.
They didn’t even grace him with a farewell, these brothers he had served with for so long, brothers he had trained with.
He heard a roar, then two, and by the time he mustered the care to lift his head his brothers had long gone, leaving him to the jaws of the hollow.
He closed his eyes for his last moments, trying to resign himself to his fate against the other feelings welling inside him. Betrayal… anger. They were his brothers, his family! He wasn’t the only gemischct in this region, it had never been a problem before….
They were unreasonable, willing to let him die over a simple accident, unwilling to even honor the fallen’s memory by understanding what had even happen!
They weren’t there. They didn’t see his efforts to save them, his injuries both physical and mental… watching those kids die. No, watching those kids cut down before they could even know what life had in store for them.
And those ‘bothers’ of his, so cold hearted, so cold… A new mantra boiled through his mind. No longer How could this happen…<ii>
</i>They will pay…