Shounen Jump Comedy Wha?? [Open]

[Coal]

CHAPTER 1

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[/b] Toshiie stumbled backward from the strikes to his face, colliding with the wall that was erected around the school grounds, and using the bricks to hold him up so as not to fall on his backside. Blue rebellious hair covered his lowered face, while drops of blood fell from his mouth and nose, his audacious shades laying near his feet. Three other boys stood in front of him, grinning from ear to ear, although their faces were ruffed up a bit as well. One kid with a shaved head, his name was Shuzo, and he was the apparently leader of the Class 2-B gang. His cronies, one blond with straight hair and the other with black mophead hair, were Yama and Ozuma; the gang was bigger but only these three are important. Toshiie pushed himself from the wall, wiping his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood on the back of it and grinning. Reaching down, he picked up his shades, dusted them off, and placed them back on his face before looking at his attackers again.

"So that's your answer to my terms of surrender, huh? Alright then."

Ozuma came forward to strike Toshiie again, this time trying to place a kick in his chest, but he simply moved to the side. His fist came up rather quickly, striking Ozuma right in the jewels, and downing the man rather easily. A picture appeared above the boy's head, two broken walnuts, and the image was quite fitting. Next up to bat was Yama, who was equally downed easily by a spinning elbow, and Toshiie wondered if Yama liked the taste of his own teeth. Finally was Shouzo, who threw two quick wide jabs at him, and two wide jabs missed his ducking form. Knuckle dragging through the dirt, Shuzo lifted into the air with his head back, and Toshiie rose with him with his fist in the air.

"SHOURYUUKEN!!!"

As he landed on the ground and dusted off his shoulder, running a hand through his hair, his eyes watching the several kids on the ground aside from the three he just beat down. His hand raised to the air, pointing at the sky, and he began to laugh as loud as he could. A few of the students came to watch, and Toshiie spotted a cute girl in the crowd, materializing next to her in almost a heartbeat. Swiftly did he put his hand around her, then the world became a chibi nightmare, his head becoming big and his smile becoming bright and sparkly. She was confused and startled by him, even more so when the background became a backdrop of pink with bubbles, and he had a rose in his mouth.

"So, did you like that?"

He was promptly smacked in the mouth and sent sprawling across the dusty floor. Defeat...tasted horrible...kinda like dirt...[/ul][/ul][/font]

[Coal]

[/b] The bell was ringing and he was about to be late! Not only was he going to get in trouble for fighting, he was going to be late to homeroom! No! He could never allow that! A man of his caliber was never late!

A sudden burst of speed as he left, his arms pumping back and forth, his teeth gritted and bared. There would not be enough time! The bell was already on its fifth ding, which meant only seven more to go, so he would have to do something drastic to cover the long distance. Only walls and windows to either side of him, but that meant little to this man, and he turned left to where his class would be on the third floor; which made it doubly strange to call the class 2-B. His foot connected with the wall, moving at the inhuman speed he was moving, and he went from horizontal to vertical. Up and up, right up the side of the concrete, until he reached the third floor. Finally he dove, reaching out to his open classroom window, sure he was going to make it; unknowingly being watched by everyone in the classrooms across from there. His hand reached out, almost touching the air where the window would be, yet his luck ran out.

SMACK! The homeroom teacher closed the window just as he was about to enter, his face stretched across the glass, and sliding down slowly in that very position. Finally he fell off of the window after a moment, hitting the floor heavily, causing a plume of dust to rise up. Several minutes later, Toshiie crawled into the classroom, coughing out dirt and looking completely pathetic. Of course, it never ended with just that, as his homeroom teacher called him up to the front of the class just as he sat down in the back. Sighing, he made his way forward, his head cocked to the side as he gazed at her from his side.

"So you think you can just be late, Mr. Musashi? Don't let it happen again."

Toshiie walked away from her triumphant, thinking that he had bested her, since he did not have to get disciplined. Muttering a 'yeah whatever' under his breath, he took his seat, and was surprised to be hit in the head with a piece of chalk. Not only was this chalk thrown hard, but fast too, and he went down like a sack of potatoes; desk and all. Was this beat on Toshiie day...[/ul][/ul][/font]

[Beltran]

Deafening Silence, followed by a thundering crack of a rather large door opening from a bare, featureless wall nearby signaled the arrival of the Senkaimon Gate, the means of travel of all Shinigami in the Soul Society. As quickly as the gate appeared, it opened letting out a foot-high cloud of a smoke-like vapor, falling around the unaware student's feet. A light shot from the now fully opened doors as they bore their payload, a man dressed in traditional black Shinigami attire with goggles upon his forehead and a large helix tattoo down the side of his face. The Death God stepped out slowly as he took a look around the students in their desks and noticed no one was looking at him... they were looking at a student who had seeming fallen... with his desk somehow.

The Shinigami's eye twitched as the gate shut behind him, melding back into the featureless wall with not so much as a scratch. His gaze still fell upon the student before him, he felt a good bit of Reiatsu radiating from this boy. Could this be why the gate sent him to the high school randomly? Was it fated for him to meet this... seemingly unusual teenager? Slowly, the ebony suited man walked towards the corner of the classroom for a better look at the boy... he wasn't sure if he could actually actively see him or even sense him being near him, but he would watch as such events unfolded. "Regardless, it may prove to be fruitful to watch this human." He muttered to himself.

[Kokaku//Goliath]

Outside the empty area between the school's entrance and the classroom building, a clash was going on. A white hair shinigami against a four-times-his-size Hulk-like giant creature with a creepy mask. The giant creature was full in black besides the mask, shinigami named the creature as "Hollow" and well, the monster itself refers to itself as "Hollow" too.

"Seriously, you wanna do this inside a school in bloody Monday morning?" The white hair shinigami said. The creature let out a laugh, a laugh that only spiritual creatures could heard...and some alpha human being that can sense spiritual presence too could heard that but the shinigami honestly doubted if he could find one around the area. Ironically enough, there's one, with his head down on the table and maybe with saliva dripping down his mouth at this moment.

"Do I looks like I give a damn about the students around here? And fuck that no one can see us so shut up and fight." The giant replied as he closed his hand in an orthodox stance. Damn, this one's a boxer? The shinigami thought as he unsheathed his blade lightly from its hilt and held it with both hands, preparing for what's going to happen to him in the next few seconds.

The creature started the fight aggresively as it leaped up for a downward blow. The shinigami wasn't slow, easily he managed to push himself far enough from the car-sized fist that clashed down hard to the ground. It formed a hole on the ground and the surrounding area was shaking. Mini earthquake. Now, almost everyone of the school would check out what happened. Mostly, students and teachers would rush to the window siding to the school's entrance to check out what the fuck was that. All they could see was a big hole created by unknown force and air. True sight lied within two men inside the area, another shinigami and an alpha human. They would clearly notice the black uniform shinigami and the black body hollow outside if they look out of the window.

A few more quick jabs downward came along, aiming at the shinigami all the time. The shinigami was quite agile despite of his physical size. Left, right, back...100% dodge rate kept until now. In the eyes of ordinary human, there would be 3 additional holes on the ground, which all appeared out of a sudden. Here came the 5th punch! A direct hit to the shinigami...'s afterimage. The real shinigami appeared not far on the left side of the hollow, left index finger pointed at the hollow's mask. "Hado no Yon: Byakurai! The hollow was surprised of the chantless kido but it slid his head to the right and dodged the beam, which pierced through the a window of class 2-B. It was pure luck it didn't hit anyone as there's full of targets around the window area.

"Chantless? Not bad." The hollow said as he moved his head back to vertical. "Well, fuck that you make me broke a window." The shinigami said as he charged at the hollow with his sword.

[Coal]

[/b] The smoke began to clear, the dust began to settle, the students and teachers began to panic, the...oh, I'm ranting. Crawling out of the dust was Toshiie, coughing and spitting, covered in dirt. Behind him was the intact piece of the building, everything inside a wreck, but as a whole completely fine. Before him was something he had seen before, although it was different too, but he could never displace that white bone mask. This was getting out of control, everything was happening way too quickly for Toshiie, and he did the only logical thing he could think of when he saw that creature; the same creature that tried to eat his brother's spirit. Swift as the wind was Muramasa free of its sheath, Toshiie's right arm glowing, but the other blade would not budge; it never had. Slicing the air in front of him, a beam of black energy swept the field, a thin vertical line of black that would only cut the spiritual. Would the beast be able to move, would the Shinigami, and what would happen to Toshiie!? TUNE IN FOR THE NEXT INSTALLMENT OF SHOUNEN JUMP COMEDY WHA??[/ul][/ul][/font]

[Beltran]

"I know I may look odd, but I am not here to frighten or harm you or anyone e..." The Shinigami said before the boy spoke himself. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pressure within himself. It was a Hollow he was now sensing. It was close, but he was able to pinpoint it in the school, but not the exact location.

"Shit! Story-time will have to wait." was the first completed statement out of Kirema's mouth as the boy materialized a sword from thin air. "He's gotta be one of the special Humans Central command's been talking about!" his thoughts raced, until finally he noticed a Hollow's spiritual power from outside of the school. In the process of unsheathing his sword, a white pike came flying through the window, mere feet from hitting himself and inches from a student. "This is... Kido" he thought as the classroom had begun to shake and give way only in the area where he and the young human stood. Moments before it was able to actually hit the ground... in mid fall, Kirema was able to Shunpo safely to the ground, avoiding falling debris.

Watching the teen fall before him, he stifled a laugh... this kid was definitely not the most graceful person he had ever seen, but Kirema himself also had two left feet at times. Looking towards the Hollow, he had a clear shot, the Shinigami wasn't in his way at his vantage point. Holding his right hand forward, he would begin chanting. "Disintegrate, you black dog of Rondanini!" He started as he kept the Hollow in his sights, moving if he needed to line up the shot, Red light began to envelop his body as he began to show his mediocre skills at Kido. "Look upon yourself with horror and then claw out your own throat!" He shouted the Bakudo's name Bakudō No. 9: Geki!" he shouted as a thin red beam shot from his hand and towards the Hollow, where-ever the foul creature may now be, hopefully striking it with the beam.

[Kokaku//Goliath]

That beast has more muscle than brain. As it locked his eyes on Kokaku, the white hair shinigami that was charging toward it, its huge-sized back was totally exposed to two strikes coming its way. First, the dark as hollow skin beam coming from the third floor of the school building. Second, a number 9 bakudo on ground level. The bakudo was real quick and the red beam conquered the giant in a second. "What the!" The hollow screamed as he trying to struggling his way out of the bakudo. Well, sadly enough, a black beam swept through his neck precisely and another second later, Kokaku's blade took one of its leg off. Under such heavy damage, the giant crumbled to the ground and slowly dispersed into air tiny pieces by tiny pieces.

Kokaku turned around after the charge. As he sees the hollow was gone, he put his zanpakutou back to its hilt gently. One job, done. He then turned his body half a circle again and headed his way to greet the shinigami that helped him just now. "Thank you for your help. The name's Kokaku Nishimura, unseated member of 8th division," the shinigami introduced himself with his left hand extended out for a handshake to his comrade, "and I believe there's another shinigami up there which fired a black beam down?"

[Coal]

[/b] He was down on the floor, ass in the air, with a lump on the back of his head beginning to grow. Just what the hell was it with things hitting him in the head today? He really couldn't stand this place right now, almost ready to just leave and forget about it, but he wanted his answers and he was going to get them. A ragged piece of red cloth the size of a cape draped his body, a hole in the cloth allowing his head through unknowingly, and he stood up pointing toward the sky.

"HA!"

He then pointed at both of them with one hand.

"So you're from up there huh?! Shinigami! ANSWER ME!"[/ul][/ul][/size][/font]

[Beltran]

"Up... there?" Kirema said in disbelief, god... humans were naive. But this boy at least deserved a explanation, it wasn't every day that a human could actually SEE a Hollow AND two Shinigami in their life, let alone within moments of each other. The Hollow was defeated in part to his Kido, so Kirema assumed that might be the reason as to why the Senkaimon had dropped him off in the high school, to aid in the disposal of the Hollow or perhaps something more. The thought constantly popped into his mind, but he brushed it off for the moment to address the other Shinigami. "Kirema Takaheki, squad Six. 12th Seat. I was en route from Hueco Mundo to the human world for daily patrol. For one reason or another I lost my materialization point and ended up here." He spoke as his eyes slightly dulled from the sparkling orbs of light that inhabited his sockets at almost all times. "as for the black beam... that was... errm. This... kid... In all honesty. He seems rather strong, possibly on the same level as some of our own Shinigami."

"as for you... you did rather good for a human. We Shinigami really shouldn't be interacting with... your kind. But I'll make an exception." He cleared his throat and removed a book from his robe no bigger than a his own massive hand. Opening it to a page on Hollows which held an accurate descriptive picture of a random Hollow. "What you just destroyed... is... err... was a Hollow. A corrupted soul which live upon the souls and spiritual energy of other souls called pluses and regular human souls... such as your own." He said, shutting the book and throwing it towards the boy in an upwards maneuver hoping he would catch it... but knew he probably wouldn't. "Keep it... any help we have of ridding this area of Hollows... well, you won't hear me complaining." He gestured towards where the Hollow had be eradicated with his head slightly.

"Any other questions?" he spoke, cocking his right eyebrow.

[Tou-chan]

Ruckus, lots of it, just too much to ignore it. Tou was walking, he was taking those rare strolls. Padding out with worn dirt encased clothing as he slid through crowds of curious eyes, was a dirty child so rare around here? He wore gray jeans with tears at the knew ankle, and a hole in the right pocket, nothing would be placed there anymore. He a tight white shirt pressing against his body, smudged with some dark green and some brown, over it was a light tan jacket, that appeared the better of his clothing with only some worn areas. His feet felt out of sorts connected to sandals, something he never planned to wear again.

People muttered as he walked, slow brained punks chuckled, it was school day, should they really be missing school and taking out their boredom with chuckles? He at a moment wanted to just wail on them, for thirteen he wasn't weak nor a fair fighter. Hell, he probably could take on all three, but the swarming crowds made this so unlikely that he could barely see making a punch now. What where they all looking at now? Gazes drew, the school seemed to have something going on. From such a length you could se a small empty room, which sure enough wasn't good. You shouldn't be able to see in the school from outside.

Now this was literally exhilarating for him, something to run for, something to clue him in on his hunts. It must have been it, the black blurs back for revenge. It was hard to see it though, there was something outside no doubt, high enough to reach the second or third floor, but it seemed detached...like floating in mid air. You don't know how pumped he felt right there, somebody was over there, a human sized person possibly. But what made the hole must have been much larger, his heart fluttered quickly. Blood pulsed through his veins, his feet readied for, then just like that he took off into the air.

From below he could spot the chuckling future idiots, mouths jut open in awe, bet they couldn't leap a feet in the air. Tou did a mid spin landing on someone's shoulders, there was no time to apologize or just do the normal shove someone out of the way actions. He used the peoples upper body to run over, making a quick leap towards the end, why not try to avoid dirtying some peoples shoulders? His flip made it the rest of the way and a few inches too boot, he didn't look back to see anyones faces as he flew instantly into a sprint forward.

Now reminder, he can run fast, running was a daily part of him, if he wasn't fast then he wasn't anything. It was either being fast enough to be there or just not being there, and he is a natural runner without all the practice, he's fast now like if you raced him and he ran and you road a bike, there's a chance you'd loose. His speed was much scarier currently, now he had motivation once more, he was pumped with caffeine and adrenaline. Winds skimmed his cheeks as he pretty much became a blur in the streets. Thank god he had good reflexes, if not for that he'd be ramming people all the way there, but he could spot openings and adjust with such ease. It was almost like child play. Possibly harder because kids didn't run this fast while racing for their lives.

Gasps filled the air for a few seconds, "what now?!" He hissed, but to his suprise there was a small jet of black emitting from the schools roof. Alright, now this wasn't his time to freeze and become awe struck like the crowd, clearly something was ending and he wasn't there to take part in it. His second rest came to a halt and he went into his sprint once more, the schools was minutes away. It was just so close and so open, it was unbelievable, his chance. At the nearest gate he leaped over it running towards the school from behind, sliding across a wall wheeling to a halt. Slowly creeping upon the outer wall, looking around the corner. People were there, and so was the black thing...

It was weird to so the thing so still, was it dead? This was a happy feeling, the bastards were being killed. But whoever was doing the killing wasn't who he wanted, his teeth ground and his mind fell into disappointment. but he didn't move, he couldn't. His legs were burning and shaking, Time for spy work, his legs were incapacitated at the moment, so why not? His slid down silently, resting his legs while pressing his head against the wall trying to keep hidden while watching. The man had tossed him a book and made some comments, damn them for being so far. He couldn't get any closer without being revealed no could he hear them clearly.

He resorted to a knew hybrid theory of listening and mouth reading in sync to spy. But all he got was questions and they were all done. What had he said? He made his breathing slow, his ears sharpened, time to get in on the info.

[Kokaku//Goliath]

[Next turn posting turn should be: Coal, Beltran, Kokaku, Tou-chan, is that alright with you Tou-chan?]

Kokaku was surprised he met a seated officer at school area. And meh...that fellow upside sure was noisy as hell, screaming like some dumbass nearby. However, Kokaku couldn't hold his laughter and so he laughed real hard. Another alpha human, and this one is quite interesting. Seriously, I have been meeting more alpha human that I thought this place would have. Does that mean...the amount of alpha human is higher now? Kokaku wasn't listening to the entire conversation and when he was back to the real world, he saw the seated officer threw a book to the boy. Not like the boy looked much younger than he did, but shinigami ages real slow and so Kokaku called him as a boy. "Well boy, we came from the sky if you are fine with that. To be frank with you, we are from another world, usually known as "Afterlife" by human. Not like you need to know that much by now, you are going to be there as your life progresses...or probably end up being one of the black thing we slain just now. Those are...er...from under the ground according to human's perception." Kokaku went to the spiritual world without any memory of his human's life. So, how in the world did he learn about Heaven and Hell then? The Grand Library, always useful when it comes to information of "Heaven" Soul Society, "Life" Earth and "Hell" Hueco Mundo.

At this moment, his mind picked up a source of unusual reiatsu around the wall on the far side. Kokaku raised his right hand and pointed a finger to the wall as he shouted, "Who goes there? Show yourself!" It certainly didn't look like the reiatsu of a hollow. Well, not like Kokaku was certain. He would certainly chase the unknown given that the unknown decided to escape in the next second. What if it was a hollow? Meh...three potential hollow killers here, he has no worry. For now, he just wanted to know who was hiding there, he hate people spying on him and his comrade.

[Coal]

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[Beltran]

'Masks? What in the hell was this kid talking about. Shinigami had never worn masks before, perhaps he meant a face wrap or a scarf' Kirema thought to himself as his mind skimmed his memory of any shinigami he knew or knew of that wore ANYTHING on their face resembling a mask. Finally, his lips parted and he spoke. "Shinigami don't wear masks... Hollows are the only creatures that wear masks of any sort." He spoke softly, in utter disbelief what he just heard. Sighing, he turned his attention to his fellow Death God who had shouted nearby.

"Tch... there's another one here... For the lov..." he began to speak as he sense Reiatsu nearby also, it wasn't ANYTHING like others he had sensed. It was vaguely human, but it had a... tinge of something else to it... almost shinigami like, but considerably different as he reached his arm outwards towards the reitsu signature and began chanting for a second Kido. "Storm, powerful, demanding; gather in heaven and descend upon us mortals!" He wouldn't finish the Incantation until there the unseen person would speak for himself. Should he choose to attack, he would finish the incantation.

Started Chant For...

Hadō No. 7: Kosharashi (Way of Destruction: Withering Tempest)
Type: Destruction Art.
Description: The user extends their hand, and begins the chant for the technique. As the user chants the incantation, a large amount of wind quickly swirls around the user's hand, forming a square shape around the user's hand. As the incantation finishes, a blue light completely envelops the user's hand, and the square formation around the hand will then rapidly extend outwards. With gale-force winds being released in a straight line around the size of a square meter from the square formation around the user's hand, the caster will attempt to strike the opponent with the wind force to deal crushing damage to them.
Incantation: Storm, powerful, demanding; gather in heaven and descend upon us mortals. Rear your head, and unleash your wrath! Hado no Nana: Kosharashi!
Restrictions: ---

[Kokaku//Goliath]

The next question of the boy struck his curiosity. He would ask this sort of question only after one of these two things occured in his life, according to Kokaku's knowledge and perception. First, he saw a hollow with ability to mock the appearance of a shinigami, tough ability to have. Second, that's one fashionable shinigami there. His mind dwelt, pulling himself back into Soul Society. He has seen at least hundreds of shinigami through his century of afterlife. With a mask...with a mask... Hundred of faces kept on showing and fainting inside his mind and only one shinigami wore a mask from what he scanned on his memory. He didn't know much about that shinigami, he wore a Tengu mask, believed to be the mask used in ancient Japanese on-stage drama presentation. Well, that mask was cool.

Before Kokaku could speak, the human landed the second question, about his enrollment into the Hollow-killing squad. Kokaku would gladly answer him one by one. "Alright, let's start with the mask question. No, we don't usually wear mask and I am sure that, mask is not a necessary equipment to us shinigami. Maybe I can help you more if you can describe the mask, how it looks, colors and et cetera." He shouldn't be caring that much about the mask problem since it wasn't a big deal. However, he wanted to see if the human over there was meeting the shinigami with the Tengu mask, merely for the "Oh, I know him!" sort of reply.

Kokaku spoke fluently and calmly because he didn't need to care about the one behind the wall as of now, his partner got that one pinned. "Next, well, we are fine with you trying to survive on your own and maybe just kick the hollow's ass when they come trying to kick your ass, you don't need to do the extra work of rushing 5 kilometers to the east to slain one and then 10 kilometers to the north to slain another. It's our duty, so just stick to self-surviving if you don't have time or intention to do be the hollow hunter. And oh, read the book if you have the time, there's some very powerful hollows that you should be aware of."

And his comrade was using some Kido he didn't know about, an incantation he never heard before. As a Kido addict, he leaned his head to the side, hoping to see what's the effect of that particular kido.

[Tou-chan]

Tou had barely a moments relaxation before his body prickled in shock, someone had already picked him out from his hiding spot. It was rather scary how fast he had been picked up, he was there for a minute at the most. He went around back so he shouldn't have been seen and he was careful to be as quiet as possible. How did they notice him? No matter, fear struck him now, he wasn't suppose to be discovered, what if they were enemies? What if they worked with his father? It was unbearable to imagine his father going further away, he'd never find him at this rate. But what was he to do? Options were sparse right now, it was run or stay, honestly run seemed the most tempting. But the black thing...if they were taking those out he could use them for information also. Choices, choices, how they could never be easy. Story of his life really.

His mind switched between the options nano-second after nano-second. He took a break for a moment as he focused in on the talking, masks...Why the hell where they talking about masks? One of them even said something about a creature called a hollow, the one who addressed him the first time maybe. He wanted to take a peak so badly, his face crawled across the edge, his eyes catching the glowing light warping around one of the men's hands. His head immediately whizzed back behind the wall, that wasn't normal at all. But he was curious even more now, they knew something that he clearly didn't.

His feet still didn't move yet, they felt so numb. It was scary to if you focused, your legs laying in front of you yet you can't feel it. But it was alive, he could move them slightly and they had a little feeling in them. It just struck him, he was immobile, that wiped his options clean. He'd sure as fuck have to stay, which in all honesty was even more demeaning, he was practically cornered in. The only thing he could do now was give himself away, questions were digging at his skull, what was his whole life built on truly? "Who are you?" He said calmly, he knew they could hear him. He'd make himself more visible if he could but he wasn't fond of harassing his legs more so than already done.

[Coal]

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[Beltran]

"Hmmph." was the only thing that left the fierce looking Shinigami's tongue as ended his Kido's chant. The person behind the wall seemed to be exceedingly frightened. The square concentration that began forming ended harmlessly as he brought his hand down. "Come out. We're not here to harm humans." He spoke hoarsely before clearing his throat. Turning to the Human beside him, he spoke once again. "He's correct. We're not asking you to go out of your own way. But if you see a Hollow, you know... Stomping through town, eating people... we'd like it if you'd to take it down." He then turned his attention back to the person who was cowering behind the wall. "Make it easy for us... we really don't want to kill you if we don't have to." he sighed as he drew his Zanpakutou with a grinding, unsheathing noise as the red melody charm rested upon his wrist.

[Kokaku//Goliath]

Sadly, not one bit of the description fit the one Kokaku knew. Guess there's a lot of mask-wearing shinigamis he didn't know of. "A hollow mask? It must be damn cool to wear a hollow mask while slashing a hollow down. Sadly, I didn't know of anyone with such appearance. Or maybe I knew her, but she didn't show her mask because I am not there in any fight she got herself in. Maybe...describe her look a little bit?"

At that time and finally, the one hiding on the wall spoke. "That's my line...who are you?" A simple yet necessary question. "Just come out. If your body are not made of some sort of black jelly, then you are fine. If you don't have a white-skull mask stick to your face, you are perfectly fine." Kokaku clearly didn't understand why that fellow was afraid of them, they were human-like wearing some traditional Japanese black kimono. Is that really scary?

[Tou-chan]

Hope one out of the way, these people didn't seem to be the most kind of people. Two f three had attempted taking out blades, did they think that would motivate him to come out? Interesting enough only one did, the other two stuck to words which were as unwelcoming as he expected. One went to school here, was that suppose to be good or bad? In current circumstances he chose bad, the school had taken a fair bit of damage and the supposed heroes really didn't bring any justice to good, giving him death threats and all. He may have liked the third one in different circumstances, the one not going out of his way trying to use intimidation. But with the few options he had he'd need to become more revealed than he was now, seeing a portion of his face probably wasn't what they were looking for, though he didn't really know what they wanted in the first place.

Submitting to their orders he pushed his weight against the wall pulling himself up to full height, how close were they wanting him to be? His leg muscles ached slightly at movement but he continued forward, hopefully his legs would hold out, and hopefully he was walking as straight as he thought he was. He was possibly walking to his death, or even worse things. To his interest, no matter how hard he starred, everyone there appeared very human, excluding the odd clothing choice in which they all seemed to fit into, even himself. His eyes fell from one to the other as he approached.

He must have missed the new fad because swords must have been in because everyone in this grand party appeared to have one. This only fed his feelings of weakness, what could he do, run. What could they do? Probably slice n' dice as he tried to make a run. This is doesn't give you a warm fuzzy feeling, yes, we always enjoy walking towards the everyday strangers who likes to walk around with a sword. He waved at them sheepishly, his fears were slightly weaker considering he wasn't running into the men in black or a black blob as the other man said of him. "You're all such good talkers aren't you?" He said straight out, the lame brain comment that always comes out at the wrong time. Oh well, their fault for failing to calm a child while having some emotional conflicts. Death threats really didn't put a grin on his mouth.

[Coal]

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