Everyday Duties [P]

[Jack]

Stopping at a window Rikyu stood looking inside, without his gigai no one would actually bother him, so he had free reign to do as he pleased amongst the streets. His attention wasn’t really on the features behind the glass, nor the glass itself but rather on the odd spiritual pressure nearby. His experience was still fairly raw so he had trouble telling the difference between even shinigami and hollow. Though with a hollow you could usually tell by all the “RAWRing” and swinging their overly large arms into fragile stuff. Somewhat of a pain to deal with really, but what else could he do. With little family, few friends and a whole heap of time, the gotei 13 was all he had managed to find that could fill his time.

As if on queue with his rambling thoughts a loud roar echoed in the skies a few blocks off. His hand flicked to his pockets then up in front of him, quickly recording his position and time, as well as the finding of a hollow, he sent the information off to central 46 before throwing the cell back into his pocket. His feet launched him up onto the roof, and again to the next gradually carrying him to a rooftop overlooking the chaotic creation below. As expected the damn thing was screaming, moaning and making all sorts of noises while swinging its arms at obstacles, destroying them with ease.

The beast walked on 4 legs, stopping occasionally to prop up on 2, using the other 2 as clubs, overall the creature resembled a large ape, though with no hair and a bright white mask concealing it’s face. In it’s sights ran a soul, male, about 30 years old in casual clothes. His face shroud in panic and confusion as he dove behind a low cement wall, on the other side of the cement wall lay a small open field with benches thrown lazily over the place and the occasional tree producing shade.

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[Reizo]

I found myself being put on patrol more and more as of late. Whether it be because of a shortage of shinigami to perform basic duty, or the fact that the higher-ups were noticing my quick rise in skill. I had been a shinigami for little over a year, and already I was surpassing others that had been with the 7th division for much longer. I was basically your average shinigami in the academy, but for some reason when I had been thrown into the real duties I had gotten a much better grasp of my skills, and my motivation to become better has only gotten stronger. I aspired to attain a seated position soon, although such things would have to wait until I further proved myself, and as if on cue the rampant cries of a Hollow would echo not far from my area. I was always running into these bastards, I don't think I had ever been on a patrol where I didn't have to get rid of a Hollow - but I wasn't complaining, it was my duty to do so.

"Never a boring night in Karakura.."

Instinctively my left hand gripped the sheathe that housed my zanpakuto. It would be locked tight, ready to unleash my blade at a moments notice, whereas my right arm hung in the air behind me as I took off in a high-speed sprint. A powerful push of my legs would send me airborne, at which point I would touch down on the roof of a nearby shop, and from there I would leap building-to-building until I would finally reach the beast. Immediately cerulean orbs were fixated on the beast, but my attention was carried away by the sight of the cowering man trying to take shelter from the invisible threat. He was a mere human, he couldn't see the Hollow that was rampaging towards him hoping to devour his soul, and thus he was overcome with confusion I was certain. I would protect him to the best of my ability, and simultaneously work to vanquish this Hollow scum. Apparently I wasn't the only shinigami in the area though, because I could feel the distinct reiatsu of one of my comrades nearby, and after a brief second of search I would spot him on nearby rooftops much like myself.

A shunpo would carry me forward with untraceable speed, my body would simply flicker from sight and I would appear at the man's side with near-instantaneous swiftness. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and leaped backwards, just narrowly avoiding the colossal fist of the Hollow as it came crashing down on our previous position. The man took off running, and I positioned myself between the two of them.

"You're an ugly one, aren'tcha?"

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