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Post by kamuro on Mar 5, 2010 0:17:24 GMT 1
A big, black hole could be seen opening approximately 15 feet above the roof of good ol' Karakura high school. It was about 3 PM , school had just gotten out and coincidentally a certain someone's shift in the Human world had just started. Suddenly a person dropped down from the hole, right after his head passed through the hole sealed up and the figure landed gently on his feet on the rooftop of Karakura high school. This person just so happened to be Kamuro, A 7th division shinigami who loved this place and his job here as well. Kamuro yawned as he straightened up his body from his crouched landing position and started walking in a strolling pace toward the railings of the flat and desolately empty roofop.
As he aproached the railings, he slightly leaned forward and folded his arms, resting them on the black metal railings, This was a good vantage point , from there he was able to see the entire front of the highschool and atleast another 50 feet infront thanks to his hawk eyed vision he had had since when he was a little child. He glared into the horizon and set his gaze on the mountains that included mt. fuji , It was A long way away but it was so huge it was very visible and provided a great sight to stare at and admire. He sighed as he felt the slight breeze rush by his face and run through his hair which fell down on his left eye, he flipped his hair to the left to get the gleaming white hair out of his vision and meanwhile stared down at the ground. He carefully watched and examined the human beings, he was just like them a long long time ago, he wish he had still been because to him, humans get to live a fun and carefree life away from all sorrow and misery, which was something kamuro wouldn't be able to do...his days as a human were long gone.
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Post by Flementine on Mar 5, 2010 0:46:21 GMT 1
His eyes stared blankly into the blue sky as he rested, quite, peacefully, listening to the chatter going on below. His hands comforting his head, legs crossed, head leaned back, it was truly comfortable at the moment. This was his center of information, human had so much to convey, especially when they are young and fun. Numerous occasions he almost joined in, there were so many people who provided interest to him. Every-time his legs would budge and his eyes never lifted, his willpower taken down by the will to take a morning nap. The bell rang through the hall every few hours, starting something like a rush hours, but only lasted a minute or so. Listening in those storms was god darn impossible. Which was heart breaking, he was listening to a love triangle gossip when the blessed bell sounded one more time for this day and the noise jumped, and then fell as quickly as the place fell vacant.
He hummed a song to himself in wait, listening to the few who remained. While a rift in the sky began to open ahead of him, he didn't bother to make himself noticed as the shinigami dropped from the portal. He could never get why these people made them in the most odd yet noticeable places, did walking on land scare them? He almost wanted to ask it, but his body said no as normal. The shinigami's steps grew quieter as he neared the end of the roof, his hands wrapping around the metal bars. Another shinigami here for work? He didn't know this specific person reiatsu though, what man was this?
The only thing that could remove his lazy liabilities was possible victims, his playmates. With a simple movement he had flipped onto his feet silently and flew from the top of the stair roof and landed directly beside the guy, his hand came first though as it slammed against his back with some force, enough to make him budge. A silly grin adorned his face as he came into the average peripheral vision and he looked straight at the guy with happy intent. 'Wassup?"
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Post by kamuro on Mar 5, 2010 1:56:22 GMT 1
Kamuro looked to the side as another fellow shinigami landed right next to him, he was so oblivious he didn't notice the guy in the first place, he guessed it was one of the perks of being a teenager or something. He flipped his head to the side, his hair once again flipping as he now looked at the other shinigami "aren't these humans interesting?" he said, skipping the usual 'hi' or 'hello' he wasn't that kind of guy, it was just too cheesy for him, he was the type of person that went straight to the point, even skipping introductions sometimes.
He turned his head once again, turning his attention back to the humans who swarmed the front of the school, watching them leave either in groups or one by one as some head one and others hang out. It was very interesting and intruiging to him, He himself attended this school for one year, but sadly he died right in the middle of freshman year, they even errected a little metal memorial sign for him which he visited everyday, although it had been such a long time since then, all of his 'friends' aged and were long dead and by the time he got to re-see this place, everything had changed.
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Post by Flementine on Mar 5, 2010 2:20:29 GMT 1
He actions were left ignored, the man gave a little look for a moment with a small comment, he barely gave him consent. The expression on the other shinigami's face was so dull as well, jeebus, nobody ever seemed like they were on crack or over dosed on sugar. But oh wells, he brightened his grin as he rested against the metal as well, but backwards with his arms resting against it as his hands hung below it dancing as he pleased. "Humans aren't that odd, we were them once right?" He stated without even a hit of the sadness everyone held within. His mind fluttering back to his past, or the recorded portions at least.
He glanced at the shinigami from the corner of his eyes, trying to tell his division from mere appearance. Nothing came to it, the new shinigami never seemed to "fit" in, even him. Oh wells, his data wasn't being made with blank stares and simple assumptions. He'd have completely asked if he hadn't already made a remark, all he could do was wait.
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Post by kamuro on Mar 5, 2010 2:34:55 GMT 1
Kamuro looked at the man with a little more interest this time, he had a point "yes, we were. But it was such a long time ago that some of us had forgotten" he said. He sighed, this scene was becoming too mellow for him, he usually wasn't like him but a sense of sorrow was suddenly overcoming him all of a sudden, he couldn't figure out why, maybe it was because he missed his human days and mostly his teenage days which were all over. Even though he didn't look it on the outside , hell , he had a 14 year old body, he felt rather old as did some other shinigami. He stood up from his slouching position and turned to face the shinigami, he had completely forgotten to introduce himself "The name's Kamuro, Kamuro umbra.7th division. You can call me Kam" he said, slightly grinning with his head slanted to the right by about 5 degrees.
He then started to wonder about his little aquantance here, he seemed pretty decent, not very hostile as some were, and not very arrogant like some others. "And who might you be?" he asked, he simply had to know who the guy that stood next to him was. He then turned his attention back to the high school entrance, he was starting to get a little bored as well. He kind of wished that a hollow or something would appear, just for the fun of it, although he did feel a little bad, what if a human happened to be eaten. He wondered what to do next, he simply wasn't about to stand there all day until his shift was over.
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Post by Flementine on Mar 5, 2010 7:11:00 GMT 1
His comment seemed to intrigue the man as he gave him a second look, he could feel a heavy mood emitting from it. Who didn't have ill thoughts of his past, to think they had actually died and returned in a more immortal state. You couldn't help but feel remorse for all of the shinigami, especially those who had a past they can discover. Had this man been able to uncoil the history of his existence? It was hard to imagine wasting time in a struggle to find out whom you truly are. But he shrugged it easily, as he returned a glance. " Yeah, it doesn't help we barely know our past when we come to in the first place." He had a slight whimper in his comment, as he had felt the pressure and disappointment that came with the unawareness of his past, of what he was or had been. He even wasted months trying to uncover parts of his life, but in the end his past existence was long gone.
Hs eyes began to outline the forms or buildings and trees as finished, his mind set on new things quick enough. which was as well intervened with by the shinigami's name. But he took not of it with pleasure, the man who went by the name Kamuro, under the seventh division. Ooh, seventh? Hell, he didn't even know which division it was, he had no idea as to which division is which cept his is the science one. Then there was the fighters, and the black ops, all those goodies. Hopefully no question would arise that required some knowledge of other groups for an answer.
His eyes began to stalk a pass by butterfly as his lips parted, shaping his words. It was only right to give a response of his own in return, "Flementine of the twelfth division, most call me Flemmy though." He almost switched watches when he said his name, nobody seemed to think it was normal and he always had a habit of watching all the new reactions. But most people now reacted slightly respectably, he blamed his position as a shinigami. Now he had some authority, plus...his division was know for experimenting on those whom annoyed them. He felt a little guilty inside about hating their rep even whilst he was always for testing his experiments in public or with a real life situation. Volunteers never required.That way he never has to ask.
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