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Post by Kaitos (Keruliion) on Feb 2, 2010 16:01:40 GMT 1
So, he was out of that metal plated hell hole. Wonderful what to do next? Enroll in school. Those things are expensive but I suppose Ali will have to do it at some point. What else could he do. If he had someone there that could guide him then everything would be fantastic but not how the world works sadly. So the first thing he did was find a newspaper. It was in Japanese so Ali found a lot of it pretty difficult to decipher but hey what can you do. Still he would manage.
The paper would rustle as he sat upon a park bench all of his worldly possessions in a very large bag, the exception being the sword that was covered in cloth and bandages. He would sit on the bench his legs crossed and his sleeves rolled up. For a while anyway. As he was reading people would walk past and stare at him. Initially the thought was to his eye, "Yeh yeh my eyes are two different colors live with it pal" or other such sentences usually in russian or some such as although he probably could have taken any of these guys out he didn't want to he didn't like his powers after all. He read through the news paper and listening to the publics. "Whats with that?" and so on it was only after he heard someone mention his arm that he actually realized thats what was making them gawp...Well partially anyway.
Rolling his sleeve down and flicking his hair a little he would think for a moment. "So what do I do eh?" when a little girl out of nowhere popped up. "Hey Mister, do you like cakes?" She said at him completely unfazed by his eyes and he would just smile and look at her. "Yes but only as a treat I guess" her mother rushing along ushering her away with a "Im sorry sir" calling a boy sir? Thats odd he thought, then remembering what the WITA did to him. Eurgh they screwed him up big time in the end. Then he looked at the jobs. "Hu-uh pa...patisserie? Thats a cake maker isn't it" He said aloud. Eh why not be a cake maker, could be fun. He took the details down and smiled.
He would stand up, brush himself off and gather all of his possessions. His bag full of clothes with his gun in it and his sword. Then he would start to walk towards the baker. Now being in the town square he would be able to get to the place pretty quick if he wanted to and he hoped he could anyway. Off he would wonder.
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Post by Tou-chan on Feb 4, 2010 23:12:22 GMT 1
"Ho hum" Muttered Tou, his feet raising one at a time, rather high really. This was one of those rather impulsive things that you feel like doing, his steps were excessively high and took an extra second to hit ground. Some people watched him with curiosity, some muttering as to what he was doing, others light giggles. Most passed it as a child playing around on his way home, the dirt smudges on his clothing suggested he was in sports or just rough housing with friends, which he didn't have, or that he was dedicated to some sport, which he also lacks. Thank god children were never questioned for doing evil deeds at glance. One thing that might need some tweaking, he probably has stolen more junk alone than some adults in prisons have. This brought a cynical grin to his lips where he should have been shaking his head with regret.
Praise the lord he was born with a little disregard for strangers, ignoring those rare moments of innocence and what if's. Never again... He rubbed his temples, he didn't like thinking about those times he had gotten all emotional, which he could probably count on one hand. His parents the main issues, he was running out of fingers on his one hand. He rubbed his hands against his tan shorts without cause, time to get his mind out of the past. He hadn't even noticed how far he had went, he was somewhere in the town square in the more open of places. how revealed he felt, all eyes able to fling to him with ease. But of popular curiosity eyes were all set on the man with an oddly gray arm. His assumption was wrong though, it wasn't gray, his arm was actual metal, technology for the win?
But what drew his was the shape of a sword with him, why where so many males within this city traveling amongst them with blades? You'd think they were living in the samurai ages now, now he needed a sword as well. He didn't really get what a child had wanted from the man, she had wondered away as quick as she passed, which gave way to his turn. The man was already heading away before he had built up the nerve to really bother such an odd man. But whoop di doo, somebody needed to start spilling the beans on the sword wars. As so he would slowly trot over to the man, casually, shoulders slacked, spine erect, steps fast and short. At first he would hesitate, raising his hand a quarter of an inch before lowering it again. His secondary thoughts spilling in, but he refused to turn back now, so with one daring gulp he took a second route of speaking. "Ello Sir'."
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Post by Kaitos (Keruliion) on Feb 8, 2010 18:23:35 GMT 1
Enjoying the cool breeze of the afternoon Ali would be almost oblivious to the young boy as he was surrounded by people. He would be smiling to himself as he felt the concrete on his feet. Though he would also be scanning everyone in the area with his very keen eyes to make sure that they where not members of WITA or Him. He had a fair bit on his mind for a fifteen year old really but regardless he would walk on until he heard "Ello Sir" Odd really but hey why judge a child for approaching him. He would turn around and look at the small boy that summoned him. His blue and green eyes scanning him for a moment. Sounded silly but the WITA where everywhere and paranoia and conspiracy theories that could rival even those of the American's where setting in his head.
"Dovidoya young man" He would say, he was Russian, he spoke with a Russian accent and he would give a little smile half real half fake he wasn't quite sure what to make of the young boy but regardless he was happy to talk to him for a little before he got to the bakers where he would hopefully get a job. He needed money after all and then with some money he might get a flat or apartment or something at least.
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Post by Tou-chan on Feb 8, 2010 23:52:04 GMT 1
To his satisfaction the man took notice of his words and turned to look at him, at that moment he had noticed a new development, the man had separate eye colors. Now that was wicked, Tou was filled with envy, he'd find something like that so cool. His focus on his eyes caught the notice of the mans focus, he seemed to really be taking the place in, including him, and high paranoia in a place like this is a sign. But he skipped it, the man replied justly but his tone was with a new accent, he hadn't really heard anyone whom sounded like this. He was quite puzzled, completely duped as to this man's origins. He tried to dismiss this thought, returning a kind smile to the man.
This man was extremely cool at to Tou at the moment, godly cool eyes, a mechanical arm, I mean, think about it. He had a mechanical arm, a fucking mechanical arm, you just had to appreciate how sweet that was. His face lit with small pecks of red, hopefully he didn't seem to amazed by this man, he was trying to the best of his ability to keep calm. His eyes fell to the man's possession in a point second, trying to keep himself on the objective, which most likely wouldn't be reached.
"So What brings you to this town, I'm not sure but you don't seem to be japanese." It was a start, blurting out questions like what's with the sword wouldn't do good on his first impression. He wanted to get somewhere at the most, even if social ethnics weren't his most practiced skill. His fingers twiddled behind back while his eyes drilled into the man as if he'd crack open something if he looked hard enough. He'd love to learn more as to how he came to become part robot, maybe why he had such eyes also, medical term lost to him. Hopefully they weren't contacts.
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Post by paradox on Feb 9, 2010 0:42:55 GMT 1
Slobs-he couldn't believe he used to be one...So predictable that humans live for nothing more then to stuff their gullets with nothing but killed animals and harvested crops. Humans took from this Earth what they did not own, and they only returned harsh chemicals and other things back. Egotistical and androcentric-every one of them.
Kostya studied something that they called a 'Hot Dog Cart', watching a man, dressed in stripes, sell processed cylinders stuffed with meat on bread. Kostya shivered at the thought, and walked through the busy town square. His towering figure had him standing tall over most of the Karakura population, so he was acquainted with seeing peoples' heads.
He got to a clearing of people and sat down on a worn bench. He felt like hitting somebody-a human-because they were so freaking annoying. Really.
"Существует ничего не делать. Существует не причина, чтобы идти делать душа Reaper вещи в середине дня-это просто глупо. [There is nothing to do. There is no reason to go do soul-reaper stuff out in the middle of the day-that's just stupid.]" He said to himself in the Russian language. It was then when he espied something abnormal-something that wasn't right. There was a person over yonder...with an arm made of metal. Kostya frowned and got up for a better look. He crossed over to him, noticing that he also had different color eyes.
This is an odd human.
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Post by Kaitos (Keruliion) on Feb 9, 2010 11:58:19 GMT 1
(Posting order, Me, Flem and Paradox)
Ali would glance at the Shinigami who just spoke in russian. He spoke it but he sounded like a farmer. He stared at him for a moment wondering, another russian person? Maybe, who knows. I mean he spoke the language in near perfection but still sounded a little stupid. Ali would smile at the little boy in front of him. "Hah hah" He would say yes it was true he wasn't Japanese. "Well young one I lived in Russian a long time ago, Its a really big country so I couldn't tell you where but I lived there, then I came here heh now I need a job and a place to live so you could say Im looking to live" He would smile at the small lad and then ruffle his hair because he could.
Still suspecting him, the boy had of course been eyeing his sword and if he even managed to take the bloody thing by himself it would be a miracle. It was a claymore after all and although Ali was fully capable of lifting it by himself with one hand he had been trained like a machine to do it. This small child probably wouldn't even be able to drag it. Then standing up he would point to the shinigami. "Hey вы, бог смерти. ESLI вы будете демонами умерщвления или что-то или вы содержимо с наблюдать нас люди от вашего лицевого выражения вы ненавидите нас. [Hey you, Shinigami. Shouldn't you be killing hollows or something or are you content with watching humans because from your facial expression you despise us]" He would then fold his arms and wait for the Shinigami's response as the wind blew his slightly long hair about. "Добро? [Well?]" He didn't trust Shinigami or Hollow....or anyone for that matter, save although his flashy and noisy nature Itamiku who didn't seem to bad or his friend Dream. They where ok he guessed.
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Post by Tou-chan on Feb 9, 2010 19:17:07 GMT 1
Up yours Who the heck went about calling someone young one in this age? Tch, Tou probably lived more like an adult than this man has. Skipping the specifics was relieving, he didn't like that the man had assumed the limit as to his intelligence, but hell, he hasn't been to school in years and geography wasn't his thing. He was the kid who took naps while others were drawing maps. Hopefully the teachers would forgive him for how little he cared for places he'd probably never reach, and sitting back appreciating what he could never reach just didn't appeal to him. Then there was someone else, he didn't know why but he could just sense him. Another being closing in on them, he could just, well feel it.
As odd as this new ability was developing into he didn't have time to follow paranoia around every corner. He tried to see behind him, but the eyes can only see so far, looking in the opposite direction wasn't a possibility. His eyes stung from his exertion, his attempt to see without turning ended in a split second. There was somebody there though, well that means he's not as crazy as he's being lead on. His face loosened and a small smile split his stare. He could hear the man's words, his low absent minded squabble. More mumbo jumbo, what the hell were all these immigrants doing in Japan? It was enough to find one man with some different accent, now there was a second pen pal, all in one day.
His eyes skated from the floor to the man ahead, whom had taken action in addressing the other man. Lord know why, maybe they came together as a fancy family or couple. He kept back a giggle, a thought of these two men as a gay couple, but who knew, it could be. The first male could appeal to it, the second he really hadn't given even a glance at yet. He matted his hair down and turned slightly to catch this second person. This man seemed more of a body builder, someone who belonged in football or something, a gaunt shadowy face, strong muscular arms, his hair was shaved and barely noticed, his eyes glimmered a deep green. Interesting mixture.
He blew under his breath and put on a smile for show, looking at the man with little to no interest, this man had came in between his encounter with his ten second ro-model. His eyes flung from one to the other, Nah, he doesn't deserve im. His eyes stayed on the first man, little glints of gold emitting from his hazel eyes. "Ahh, cool. So where were you heading?" He mused, ushering in even more small talk. Leaving the second man to his lonesome, able to comment to mr.mechanical only, if he wished. He really cared less, especially since those two had been communicating in another language, so swuave.
It felt like they were talking behind his back, and he had no way to know what they were talking about. Hopefully they just wouldn't be conversing about him, especially if it was right in front of him.
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Post by paradox on Feb 11, 2010 0:46:10 GMT 1
Surprise hit Kostya like a bird hits a window. The boy he was talking to, somehow, knew Russian. He was able to understand him, and vice versa. Kostya, however, deemed that he was trying to show off by announcing he was a Shinigami. Regardless of the language spoken in, Kostya seemed disappointed. It was possible that this guy could be one of his true Russian friends, but, apparently, he was too much of a douche. He was too ignorant...
He really didn't feel like getting worked up today, so he just sat down next to him. "Don't feel like it. Too tired." He said simply. He kind of perked up, and hoped that none of his superiors were watching. If they heard him saying that, he could get in serious trouble. He then noticed the other guy standing infront of the Russian dude. Kostya looked him over; he had blonde hair but didn't really jump out. He looked just plain.
"Excuse us for the Russian-it was nothing towards you." He said, remembering his manners. Even though they were humans, they deserved respect as all souls did. He tried to think of a conversation starter, but all that was left was awkward silence.
"Err..Nice day, isn't it?" Kostya said, trying to look distracted...
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Post by Dream on Feb 12, 2010 20:34:53 GMT 1
Dream was in down town today looking for something to do but was having no luck. It seemed that the day she had nothing planned would be the day nothing was going on. She was walking around quite a bit randomly until she spotted someone that stood out, it was Ali! Ali was also talking to some other person he looked like a body builder or some sort of over muscle head. She couldn't believe Ali was still in this town though, she figured he would of skipped town to get away from those guys that had him caged up but here he was talking plain as day to this big muscle man and another person that looked to be about Dream's age. What was more she could recognize signs of a person living alone at a young age. Only she would be able to pickup on such things as she herself has grown up alone and forced to live on the streets. She wondered if perhaps Ali was helping the young boy but she would have to go ask him.
Without any pause she would walk up to the three and announce her arrival. "Hey Ali! Who are your friends?" She wasn't sure who these people were but maybe they were the reason for him staying which would be nice as that meant she could visit Ali from time to time. She would then look at the boy and say "Hey there, I'm Dream, what's your name?" she didn't know the other person but she would wait for him to introduce himself. She didn't trust adults like she did people her age and she would try to be nice to the friends of Ali as Ali did help her escape and she had things to talk with him about.
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Post by Kaitos (Keruliion) on Feb 14, 2010 11:39:50 GMT 1
Posting Order:- Keruliion, Phlegmentine, Paradoxical Loxical Moxical and then Dreamy Steamy Gleamy Weamy (Check out my awesome word play skills  ) Ali would look at his fellow Russian....well kinda anyway and then look at the little boy. "Eh sorry, Yeh we aren't from around here. See we come from Russia the big place I told you about. The only things that can really be considered good in Russia when I left was the Vodka!" Ali would raise his arm for a moment. Vodka was good. "Wouldn't you agree errrr" He would look at the man for a minute. The first thing that went through his head was. This guy is some fuck off massive bastard Of course he wouldn't voice it but it was true. He would stare for a moment at the guy then hold his hand out. "I'm Kaitos by the way" Ali was a name that was lost to him. He wouldn't let anyone apart from those he is really close to call him that and as things stand thats no one. Then of course in typical fashion. HEY ALI! THESE YOUR FRIENDS Now Dream the little girl that had allowed him to escape from the WITA was here and of course as she was oblivious to his feelings but got his real name from......Tyron that bastard, glad he is dead now. Or in theory should be but the WITA gave him a new arm, so they could give him a new life. Now she was looking her usual pretty self. Though her clothes need a little work on them. That being said she was the same as Ali he would think. She was an orphan or at the very least touched by hollow and because of that probably cursed in a similar way to him. He wasn't sure though. Back to the reality of the situation. Those words. That name. All countered the advantages of Dream. A vein popped up on Ali's head. His green and blue eyes staring at the girl. "My" He would pause his voice full....no not full of rage but pretty close to it. "Is" He was annoyed Ali wasn't a name he liked. "Kaitos" He said finally allowing the rage to subside on that. She should get used to calling him Kaitos its not too hard after all. |
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Post by Tou-chan on Feb 14, 2010 20:06:48 GMT 1
Within a jumble of chatter, he watched intently. The two men exchanged a few words in normal japanese, thank god. His eyes slid slowly to the sides as he listened, did these men know each other or what? Mr.Bulky seemed quite alright though, normal, excluding his massive muscles. These people were so odd, were all Russian so variable? His mind was brought back by words directed at him, he had apparently been doozing off. They didn't seem to notice though, so he exacted his pose and nodded. He had totally missed whatever they sad, all he heard was those stupid words little boy. If people kept calling him that skulls are gonna start bustin. This small talk was all that kept him from venting emotions other ways, his fingers wrapped around one and another as he leaned back slowly, hearing the crackling of his back. Ahh, that feels great. While his body was flopped backward he took note of something else, another person intent on talking to the russians.
You could see it in her eyes and the movement she made, slowly progressing forward straight at them. They didn't seem to make eyes contact and he did his best to be discrete as he would sling forward with a skinny hand smudged with dirt, "Toushiro, pleasure to meet you." His hand drew back just as quick when he noticed the skin encrusted with dirt and cuts, slinging then straight into his pockets, his face burned a little from embarrassment. He disliked it when people saw how bad his conditions were, more so his undeniable hygiene issue. His eyes aimed at the ground, not willing to take on any looks that could be given.
This was just a regretable, looking at the grubby shoes with dried mud around the edges and old cuts, worn out laces, he needed knew shoes at an all time high. But this was only for him, most could probably stick to this. He could hardly remember how he had even got into these shoes, shoes are his most preferred style of clothing. The anger in Kaitos's tone brought him back to reality, did he do something? Oh shit, what the man angry for, he almost shit himself thinking about the many reasons the man could be pissed at him. What could he say, he did most of the worst things in this town to the most unsuspecting people. A rush of relief filled him when he saw the mans face, focused on that girl from past meeting. He was fighting to spit out calm words, even if the venomous feelings weren't masked at all.
You could only think she called him a horrible name since he was correcting her, or more so telling her what his name was to be. Toushiro felt quite calm on that, he wasn't in trouble, phew. But what could anger this man? He was really calm a minute ago, his body swung around just as fast as his question gushed out. "How do you know him?" It seemed much odder when it came out of his lips though, he was more trying to defend this man, not that he needed it. But the girl just seemed, so...so normal, innocent. He prayed for the best out of this all, drawing across himself mentally. This man seemed angry, and he had a sword, death could be in a many numerous ways. His eyes angled toward Kaitos as he stood, wanting to know what he was doing.
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Post by paradox on Feb 14, 2010 22:31:28 GMT 1
Kostya didn't feel like he fit in with this group of people. He noticed that yet another human come up, blathering in her native language: annoyance. He looked at himself in dismay, and he kept on asking himself: Why am I here? He didn't fit in, and he didn't care about the worldly matters that regular humans fretted about every day.
Kostya felt really exposed sitting on the bench by himself. He needed to converse with a fellow shinigami, as these humans were too different from him. Kostya really didn't know what to do with these humans. He continued to sit on the bench, trying not to grab any attention.
When are you going to learn?
Shirokuma? What do you mean?
Humans are now part of the Spiritual Makeup of the universe. If you haven't notice, all of these people around you posses spiritual pressure.
But what is your point?
Kostya, you need to think! Humans are now part of our world! They will, whether you like it or not, intertwine with your fate. For better or for worse.
I never thought of it that way...
I know you haven't.
Kostya decided to pay more attention to what they were saying. According to Shirokuma, there was wisdom in what everyone said. Kostya then came up with an idea, but then was kind of embarresed to say it out loud. He didn't really want to say it, so he continued to sat on the bench, taking intrest in what they were saying, but not showing it.
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Post by Dream on Feb 15, 2010 2:28:48 GMT 1
Dream was hurt she was not happy with the anger in Ali's voice and whats more his anger was directed at Dream. She couldn't help but think, "What did I do?" she had reached out in a rare moment of kindness to find out about his friend and his response was to get angry at her? She was happy to see him and yet here he was angry at her and not happy to see her at all. She would grow angry back in return and she would let loose a bit of anger at Ali. She would stare at Ali obviously hurt at his reaction and she would look directly into his eyes and then say "Don't get mad at me, AT LEAST YOU KNOW WHAT YOUR NAME IS! I SHOULD OF KNOWN YOU WERE JUST AS CRUEL AS EVERY OTHER GROWNUP!!!" she would have tears in her eyes as she would then go to leave, she would accidentally bump into the younger boy and then run off with tears in her eyes she had a little book that would fall out of her pocket as she did so and she would not notice that it fell at the little boy's feet. She was obviously very distraught and she would run off very fast away from them. The Book The book is a small newly purchased book that apparently Dream had recently purchased and there were only a few entries in the new diary that she had obviously just started. There were a few entries Dear Diary I feel silly writing in you but Itami apparently does the same so I figured I would give it a try, I stole you from one of his black note books and figured you would make a good diary. Kind of funny really your a stolen diary for a thief that doesn't know her name. Maybe I can remember it if I write enough in you. I have another diary but I don't know if I wrote it or not, isn't that silly? At least now I know I wrote in this one. I even put my name on the cover... well the name I have been going by ever since those weird dreams. Dear Diary
Itami and I met another strange hollow! It was odd this one had a black mask instead of a white mask and it was kind of like Animus that I met before... Oh! Animus is a giant hollow, hes like a million feet tall! Or well... at least as tall as the buildings around the market place. Anyway Kegilaa the new hollow is apparently going to live with us! I wonder what Ali would think of that? I wonder how he is doing, last time I saw him we had escaped from a small fortress that was design to experiment on humans with strange powers like me and Ali. I hope he is okay, he was kind of cute : ) Maybe I will run into him, if I do I will have to try and be nice, having been captured and experimented on by humans probably gives him the same view I have on humans which is most can't be trusted.... I wish I could ask Ali about the thing I ask Animus.... Oh, well it will have to wait.
Dear Diary Only a short entry today Mr. Diary, I am going into town today for a short time, I had some free time and later Itami said he had a surprise. He was kind of unclear as to what but I am hoping it is Ice Cream : ) [exit] |
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Post by Kaitos (Keruliion) on Feb 15, 2010 12:04:23 GMT 1
Ali would look at the Diary on the floor. He would stare for a moment then if inevitably anyone else intended to pick it up he would stare at them and give them one hell of an evil stare. Ok time to get this back to Dream. Well I suppose he should return this too her in a minute but first he is gonna get some money. "Look guys its been nice chatting and one of the few useful things I got from my childhood is this" Ali would remove a small cell phone like the ones WITA would have given him only he traded that one in and got this one. "Look here is the number" He took two small pieces of paper and wrote out a mobile number on it and placed it on Paradox and Tou's hand. "I....I Have to get my job and give her this back" He would say as he walked off quickly.
He then found the bakery he wanted to work at. The interview was standard, then Ali would demonstrate his skills. It would seem easy enough. He managed to do what the baker said and not only did they give him the job but they also gave him enough for some new clothes, some food and a flat that he could pay back slowly from his paycheck. That was nice of them. They also got started on getting him into Karakura High, What a nice couple. With that Ali would go flat hunting.
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Post by Tou-chan on Feb 15, 2010 14:06:03 GMT 1
Tou watched Kaitos quiet intently right now, still wishing he would know what this man was going to day, even though his in the deep recesses of his minds he was praying it was something good, or kind, like a hero. He let it be as she screamed at him, you could fear the disappointment and pain of her voice, she seemed to trust him. maybe they;d make up, or he could tell her why he really did that. But of course, things played out in quite a different way, the clattering of footsteps rang his ears, and with his paranoia, you never like hearing that something is behind you, and he spun. Only able to catch a glimpse of the tear struck girl, as her body left the area, a small book floating before his eyes and falling. Naturally you'd at least stare at this now lost item in her position, and curiosity made him look a bit more than the most. He found quiet a selection of words as two pages rippled by, as the book made its fall to earth. Pretty words like hollow, white mask, experiments, and I think he caught something on ice cream on it's way down.
Now there are many words that can cause very unique reactions when it comes to Toushiro, this in fact, sent his body into overdrive. The black blobs, faces hidden behind masks of white, the things that kept him going. His body slid forward, hands grappling the book like a treasure worth protecting, he couldn't be bothered to look behind him now, he wanted to know what they were doing as this happened, but once he started there isn't any looking back at his speed of travel. But faintly he could see Kaitos, slightly surprised, his eyes reaching the book less than a moment before Tou has began this grab and run. "Return," he whispered behind him, maybe they would believe that he was all for returning it. Sadly his form didn't make it much more trusting, the book held between arms pressed against his chest, he seemed much more likely to never let it down.
Then he was gone, just like that, speeding through crowds, moving through the smallest wedges, in a crowd like this only a child would fit through without interference. He could track her down, he saw where she went, and he could feel her in the air. Oh, there we go again. I'm back to being able to feel people, almost forgot I was loosing a nut.
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Post by paradox on Feb 15, 2010 18:18:51 GMT 1
The little girl became unglued. It was something that the other Russian had said that topped the cake, and she just unwinded. There was all the symptoms of a regular temper tantrum with the yelling, crying, pouting, and just about everything else that made Kostya want to punch the human in the jaw. He put his head down as she continued to cry, and then run off to only God knows where. Kostya saw a small book fall out of her pocket, and he looked at it for a second. The second guy, the one with the plain look about him, picked it up, and started after the little girl.
The other dude, whom Kostya went ahead and labeled a "douchebag", started giving out his number. As soon as Kostya got it, he ripped it up. There was not a reason in the world which would justify a Shinigami's having of a human's number.
Everyone took off, and only he was left. He sighed, he had put too much faith in humans, this was their nature. To leave without reason, to leave behind anyone they don't care about. Their heliocentric world must involve around them 24/7.
Kostya stood up, and disappeared among the rush hour traffic.
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