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Post by Itamiku on Jan 29, 2010 21:06:18 GMT 1
Five o'clock. The winds rising and falling, the sun practically setting on the town of Karakura. There's the buildings reaching up to the reddish orange sky, the spiritual pressures of monsters I'd never dreamed of before, then there was me. Kyousha, Itamiku, College student, 19 years old, brown hair... and an affinity to spirits. Well, the only relationship being that I can see them and they me. A vein poped on my temple as a dame cried her eyes out to me. She was big boned, maybe in her late thirties, a fox fur scarf around her neck and jewels hanging about her person like she was an opera star or something. We'd met maybe ten minutes ago and she was confused why no one was paying attention to her. I told her she was dead and ever since she's been frantically following me, trying to convince me that I was wrong. Perhaps reveling in the fact that someone could finally see her.
"Are you daft?" I yelled, turning to face the pompous plump prick who promptly paused at my probably peevishly petulant personality. "You're dead! No one can see you but me and the other unfortunate scum of the earth! I must either be insane or your plethora of pleas will make me!" I irrevocably pwnt her, before turning and storming off leaving her with a paper white face and tears streaming down her cheeks, mouth open wide in a square shape and a stutter the only thing she could pull off. One might feel pity for the woman, but I wasn't in the mood for spirits who couldn't accept their deaths. It wasn't her that got me into this mood today. Rather, my back ached, Dream was off waiting for Animus, and I had nothing to do for the entire day but to roam about with no purpose. Along with feeling antsy about what had happened several days before, I wasn't looking forward to the surprise visit I had a good idea was coming by my dear friend doctor Dickenstian the third.
He wasn't expecting a large spiritual pressure to be looming about in front of him... and he definatly wasn't expecting to run into anyone out this far from town either... besides perhaps the annoying woman from lunches and dinners past.
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Post by Coal on Jan 29, 2010 21:27:25 GMT 1
[/b] Once again, he had been hit in the face. Oh, this town was going to pay pretty soon, he would see to that. It is what fueled his bad luck! Face reddened, he looked up at the fat broad, and angry scowl plain as day. "JUST WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK I AM!?! You got a problem lady!" He pointed his finger directly at her and, oddly enough since he had forgotten all about it, his tattered red cape began to flutter in the wind. Why the hell did he have that stupid thing on! Even in his rage, he reached up and grabbed the title bar, pulling it down and yelling. "AND WHAT THE HELL IS WELT TUR!?!" Letting it go, it flapped back up like a released shade...[/ul][/ul][/size][/font] |
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Post by Itamiku on Jan 30, 2010 6:03:40 GMT 1
"Hey you two! Move it, I'm running here!"
My ears perked at the sound of padding feed and an obnoxious voice reached my ears. Perhaps it really was just my imagination that it was obnoxious or my bad mood. I turned to see a small dust cloud rising behind me from a distance. The ghost lady turned too, hope in her eyes that someone else could see her and help her become alive once more. Little did she realize that there was a chain hanging from her. I stepped aside to let the guy pass, however the ghost lady didn't move, her chain catching to his foot. It was really quite comical, it was like his foot was glued to the spot and he just fell forward over the chain.
"JUST WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK I AM!?! You got a problem lady!"
He yelled, her happy face abruptly streaming tears again of sorrow and pain. His index finger pointed right at her and a red cape fluttered in the wind as though he was some superhero or something. All I could think was:
Why the hell does he have that stupid thing on?
He seemed to be thinking the same thing as a big gust of wind caught it.
"AND WHAT THE HELL IS WELT TUR!?!" He asked, reaching up and pulling down the title from out of nowhere. Letting it go, it flapped back up like a released shade.
my face, by now, looked something like this:
-.-''
"How the hell should I know what the fuck it is? Do I look like a damn Encyclopedia to you?" I asked, my reading glasses still on my face, my outfit suddenly transforming into something like this:
I scowled and my head drooped a bit, a black cloud forming over my brown cranium. I quickly tore off my clothes to reveal my normal sweatshirt and jeans.
"Never mind..." I growled, cursing the person writing me in my mind, who, by now, was laughing and wondering how else to make my life as miserable as possible...
"Anyway, why do you have a cape on? Are you like some sort of a vigilante or something?"
"Oh! My Hero!" The ghost woman cried, attempting to smother him within her humongous bosom!
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Post by Coal on Jan 31, 2010 21:54:28 GMT 1
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Post by Itamiku on Feb 1, 2010 0:27:17 GMT 1
"That poor guy. Smothered to death by fat jugs. Sad day."
I blinked as I looked at the voice next to me. It was... the guy?! I looked back at the woman hugging the cardboard cut out as the ghost woman and the replacement tipped over. I shrugged as a large cloud of dust rose from the collision site and a groan of pain moaned out as spirals replaced the woman’s eyes and a triangle smile was pasted on her face. I looked back to the guy who was just answering my previous question.
"I'm no vigilante...well, I kind of got forced to be one, I think. Ugh, today is just too damn random for me."
The guy rubbed his temple, not that I could blame him. I felt like doing so myself. "Hey. I have this book that some dudes in black Kimono gave me. You look smart, so help me figure this out, ya?" The guy pulled out an oversized book from his undersized pocket. I blinked at the 'black Kimono' remark. There was only one type of spirit that had such garbs... the word was like the taste of soap only translated to sounds to the ears...
Shinigami
I snatched it from his hands, flipping through the pages intently and my reading glasses still on my face, my eyes skimming the pages at an alarming rate. One would think the flapping pages were being merely looked at, not read fully. Finally, the flapping of pages stopped at what seemed to be a map if one was looking at the page, the word above it?
Welt Tur.
A small smile came to my face suddenly and out of sheer impulse, I charged away from the spot as fast as my legs could take me, excited upon this new discovery of ancient powers that perhaps held some explanation as to what was going on in Karakura Town, and why I was involved in it in the first place. The other guy would have to run to keep up leaving the ghost woman lying on the ground in a puddle of her own tears.
I dodged past trees, jumped over several fallen logs and crossed a small creek on a series of stone sticking out of the water nimbly. The running lasted for ten minutes all out before coming to an abrupt halt in seemingly the middle of nowhere. My eyes scouring the area, searching, searching...
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Post by Coal on Feb 1, 2010 16:25:21 GMT 1
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Post by Itamiku on Feb 2, 2010 3:12:22 GMT 1
"Man, nothing had better jump on my face. You know how hard it is to find shades like these?" The guy asked, his hand raising to his orange glasses. Itamiku's own eyes were scanning around, looking for what was said to lay here... But... where was it? His body shot from tree to tree, looking under rocks, in the hollows of trees. He did this for a few seconds before standing facing the red caped wonder. His brows furrowed. Suddenly, his eyes widened. The wall of vines... wasn't really a wall... was it? Itamiku jumped past the boy and grabbed the vines at the top of the wall, his weight carrying him down, the vines tearing off as gravity brought him back to earth.
"There you are!" Itamiku grinned, reaching up and whipping off his reading glasses. "Welt Tur! The World Door!" It was like King Arther finding the Holy Grail! Itamiku placed a hand on the ancient stone, touching an inscription as he read from the book.
"All ye who pass through the door shall find worlds of which you have never dreamed. Run through the Abyss of Darkness or forever be trapped in the Void of Time..." Itamiku's voice trailed off. His eyes scanning the giant doorway of stone, inscriptions running on its frame. "Eh... rather unimpressive in person I must say." Itamiku shrugged. "When it said it was a passage to other worlds, I couldn't help but check it out." Itamiku shrugged, tossing the giant book over his shoulder for the other boy. "But I guess it wasn't worth the effort." There was obvious disappointment in his tone as he walked away slowly, the other boy able to come after him if he so chose to.
"You may come with me if you choose. I can feel you're different from the other humans that scurry about this town. Perhaps we can help each other..." Itamiku trailed off as he walked through the forest, back the way they had come. There was a flurry of movment as Itamiku's fist shot out, a yellow beam of light jetting fourth from his right hand seemingly for no reason. However, mere instants after having done so, there was a loud crack and trees tipped over with loud retorts as they lost their trunks, something crashing into them.
"It's your choice."
Itamiku left him with those words, heading to the Redlight Distirict.
I'll tell you what Welt Tur is... a BIG DISAPPOINTMENT! DON'T USE IT! THE CAKE IS A LIIIIIEEEEEEE![/b]
[exits]
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Post by Coal on Feb 2, 2010 8:59:31 GMT 1
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