Just'a Stroll [O]

[Shibu]

My tooth pick had been in my mouth, yet again, really, it’s a damn habit I think. My attire not really changing from it’s usual [ Bio ] and my Zanpaktou [ Sheathed ] had been in my right hand as I walked these thin halls of Seireitei. White steel pathways with more white steel walling, the walls hadn’t been high at all, and had red tile roofing but that had become beside the point. As my feet continued to move, some Shinigami started running past me in the opposite direction. My light blue optics looking over at them as they gave me that look as if I hadn’t belonged; the slight smirk gracing my lips when I noticed their look before I had move my light blue optics back towards the front and center as these random Shinigami had ran past me.

The slight huff crossing my lips as my light blue optics had looked up at the sky, and I kept looking up at the sky, not seeing where I was going, or where I was walking. While my eyes had been looking up at this sky, I had noticed that my eyes are the same color as the very sky above me, but the slight “Ugh, this place is so damn boring” escaped my lips, but I continued walking straight, continuing not to look.

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[Beltran]

"No Hollows today... Boring. Eh?" a voice, deep yet inquisitive boomed from above. His eyes fixed upon the 7th division Death God, whilst sitting on top of a building above the walkway. His face contorted in a half grin as he continued to sit, his legs hanging from the side of the building. Suddenly, the Shinigami would produce a gourd filled with Sake. "care to take a break with me? You certainly look old enough for a drink." He continued, removing a second gourd from his robes, also filled with the alcohol that many enjoyed in the Soul Society.

The unknown Shinigami raised the second gourd, giving it a jiggle and throwing it to his fellow Shinigami. "I'm supposed to be patrolling, but I can see pretty much everything from up here anyway." he continued as he continued to stare at the man below him with the same expression on his face.

[Shibu]

Hearing the voice reply to my statement, I quickly looked over towards the direction of the voice, above me and near a building on one side of the wall there sit a man. My blue optics looking over at him as I simply smirked agreeing with him about the hollow statement; though I hadn’t known if that was a good thing or bad, wanting action, maybe it was my ego, I hadn’t known and wouldn’t think upon it further. Though, while still standing there, not walking anymore, the man had asked if I’d like to take a break with him. Oddly, I wasn’t doing anything so the question of ‘why the hell not?’ went through my mind and as he through me the jug of Sake I caught it with my free hand.

Still with this smile across my face I gave a simple nod, guy didn’t seem half bad. So while I had the jug in hand, I simply jumped, climbing, with ease, up towards where the man was sitting. While I had been climbing he had told me the reason he was sitting atop the building. Once I had taken my seat near him towards his right, placing my Zanpaktou against the roof of this building and opening the jug and taking a sip, my light blue optics looked at the view while I replied “not a half bad view”. Once saying such I looked over at the man, though not turning my head, just looking at him with the corner of my eyes “names Sumiyaka Shikaku, 7th Division and yea, place just seems boring, ya know?”

When looking over at the man, I hadn’t noticed the tattoos that he had around his facial area, nor did I notice his goggles. Though he seemed to have the whole Shinigami attire, he still had that ‘stand out’ appearance like I myself had with what I wore. Though, once seeing such, I looked back out at the view and took another sip from the jug “thanks also, and like the tattoos” of course the thanks had been implying to giving me one of his sake jugs.

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[Beltran]

"Heh. Yeah, It is pretty damn boring around here. I'm about ready to take off just to take out some of those damn Hollows. No one ever breaks the law around here, so my job seems a bit dead." He would say as he Adjusted his goggles and put them around his neck, due to the fact that the elastic was getting a bit tight. "I'm Kirema Takaheki, Division Six. Unseated now, but soon I'll be a name everyone knows. Mark my words." He said boastfully as he tilted the Sake to his lips, taking a gulp. After hearing the compliment of his facial tattoo, he smiled. "Thanks, I never had any Tattoos in my past life... but here in the Seireitei, my family's tradition was to get a Tattoo upon entering the 13 Squads. I have supposed siblings running around all over here, older than me of course." He laughed heartily.

"So. What's your story? Why are you a Soul Reaper?" Kirema asked inquisitively, tilting his head slightly to the side.

[Shibu]

Listening to the man’s voice and explaining his story about those tattoos on his face, I found that kinda bad ass, interesting. I’ve been here for quite some time but I wasn’t sure for how long and I’ve always found that with never really ageing, age itself doesn’t really matter much. Though, while being here for quite some time, I never knew that some get tattoos when they’re admitted into the Gotei 13. It made me think back about how people really admired becoming a Shinigami and I’m sitting here rather annoyed and bored. Taking another sip of the jug and looking out at the scene, I replied “Pretty interesting stuff man, never knew people got tattoos when being accepted into the Gotei 13. Shows how serious you take this, I respect that.”

Continuing to look out into the scenery and sitting next to the man, I started to answer his question “Well, I’m not sure how long I’ve been here man. Like, I’ve lost count but I know it isn’t killer long, and being in the 7th Division, I find what the humans wear, appealing. It speaks about my whole attitude and what not, quite well, but like I said, I don’t think age really matters much here. Though, what I remember from my death, since I died to get here, was my friend had been drinking.” The slight smirk had graced my lips since I had a sake jug in my hand “and he was driving, don’t remember the car, how old it was or anything but we crashed head on, into something… big. Then I came here and life was tough, living out there.” I said simply, hoping he knew what I was imply to when I said ‘there’.

“Though this Shinigami once graced his presence in my district and he stood out. He didn’t have anything more then the usual attire that most of us wear, obviously not myself but point is there. Anyway, he stood out and I liked standing out, not because I think I’m holier then anyone else, I just don’t like to think we’re all the same. We all may be this, or that, but deep down, we’re all different and I just felt like instead of knowing that deep down, I figured I’d show it as well… if that makes sense.” Looking over at Kirema with just the corner of my eyes but never moving my face, I continued the smirk “So yea, you can say I joined the Gotei 13 so I could stand out and he looked like he was living well, and I wasn’t.”

Looking back out at the scenery, taking another sip of the sake, I asked “So, what about you my man, what’s your story?”

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[hiroko]

UGH! How dull!

You can recall those stories you'd hear in the lunch room at the academy, right? The ones of the epic quests soul reapers embarked on to give themselves names, the rigorous missions that set your adrenaline on the race track just being hearing the enthusiasm filled verbs fluttering about wildly in those tales - when the hell would he get his slice of action? With a less than enthusiastic sigh to barrel out his mouth would his raven orbs cast themselves to their corners, eying down the path he had taken a stroll upon, everything was already booked, so booked, that he couldn't even go patrolling.

From a corner would he hear to voices, rather audible thanks to the half-decent acoustics that were present. With nothing better to do would he turn the corner, two large men, both of which towered him with no problem at all -- damn it sucked being so small. Oh well, maybe he could make a few friends today, right? Well, maybe not friends, but rather 'acquittance's in the fight to ensue the most grandiose safety for spirits everywhere', or whatever the hell might have been more appealing to the ears. Walking forward and halting but a few feet short of them both would he freeze in a spell of silence, in an attempt to shatter that barrier would he halt, the man of azure eyes wove his tale outward; it was interesting. . .

This place was bland, steel cascaded all the walls, the floors, everything was the very essence of tantamount. Individuality with in this section of the Seireitei almost felt suppressed, but, these two tore the chain of repetition asunder.

[Beltran]

"My Story?" Kirema spoke, raising his head with a sigh. "My story... is a long one. But I'll spare you the unimportant details. I was a Pilot, for the Japanese military. I should have been skeptical that they wanted younger pilots... but I wasn't. My price was my life, my plane crashed in a place called pearl harbor in the United States. It caused a major war, it killed numerous people." He said, sighing once more, taking a large gulp from his gourd. "I was rescued from a Hollow attack by a Shinigami, live in the rukongai and... well, that's pretty much it. I think I've already told you the rest." He said looking to the Shinigami next to him.

"Has your... Zampakuto ever... felt like it was trying to cry out to you? But without words? Trying to tell you something of grave importance? Lately, mine has been doing just that, but I can't make out it's message. You know?" He said, hearing footsteps from nearby, but ignoring it, amongst the other Shinigami walking through.

[Shibu]

Listening on to the mans description about how he ended up here, I took a few sips from the jug he had given me and opened my ears too his words. T’was rather shocking, my story compared to his; I mean mine was all dull and here he had been in some type of war and I died because I was the passenger of a drunk driver. Great way to just kill your spirits, ey? Though continuing to listen to his story, he started to drift off, asking me if my Zanpaktou had ever attempted to ‘talk’ or send me some type of message. Looking out at the view as I listened to his question I started thinking back, too when I was hearing these odd sounds; me being me I had thought it was just something that was a waste of time so I ignored them, but was that my… no, really?

Traveling my light blue optics over towards his area as I put the jug against my leg I replied “Cried? I… I don’t know man, I mean I’ve heard these odd sounds but that’s my Zanpaktou? Heh, learn something new everyday.” I hadn’t really been the guy that paid attention in the Gotei 13 academy so I became rather shocked that your Zanpaktou could ‘cry’ to you. T’was an odd discovery, I mean I thought it was pretty bad ass that you could say some words and have lighting shoot out your damn finger but having your sword talking to you, it’s like I’m tripping on acid. Though thinking about this I looked down with my light blue optics to see some kid, almost if not the exact same age as Yahiko.

My lips parting I talked to him, yelling since I had been sitting on top of a building “Wha, what you doing kid?” I mean it wasn’t every day that you had some kid look up at you and just stare right there near you.

[ Somewhat shitty, sorry for the delay. ]

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[Big Black Fish]

A feint noise would ring out as I walked down the corridors of the hallway, with each prolonged step would it seem an array of voices would echo as it bounced off the closed walls. I would get closer with each step, a bit eager to confiscate the whereabouts of these potential noises. As I turned the corner, the resounding sound was but a mere gathering of a few men, two of similar height, while one remained shorter than the rest. I could only assume the two sitting next to one another had been acquainted prior to this meeting, however, I couldn't be entirely certain. I would depict that the one who seemed to be trailing behind, rather skeptical to speak would mean he was new to the conversation, if he had been in it at all. I would slowly make subtle steps towards the three, as I would inspect the situation more carefully with a watchful eye.

I would stand next to the appearing teen, as I managed in maintaining a foots distance as to not surprise the boy. My head would bow, as I foresaw the fact of the timing to that of my face would be revealed, the thought process of these gathered men would be clearly focused upon the crimson scar that lay seared into my face. The family name 'Samurai' would be implanted upon it, labeling me forever; although, I wasn't one to get away from my family crest as I respected the Samurai name as well as I did myself. It was not the name I was ashamed of, nor the scar itself,but rather the vile acts of how I obtained such effects. For the crimson scar held great pain within me... a seal of agony, a preceding time of suffering many years since past, although, a recollection, a remembrance I knew too certain of.

I would tune into the conversation as the words were muffled until I could make clear of what they had been speaking to one another about. Sounds from the Zanpakutou, I had heard such things from the very mouths of famed Shinigami's, as read in scholared books in the past. Your Zanpakutou had apparently obtained its own inner being, of course, one of my level was not capable of such affairs as of this moment, but soon I would be eligible for such knowledge. I knew such things for I vested a great portion of my life in studying the art of the Shinigami, as I grew in this knowledge before I had even became one.

"...I have heard such things, for the Zanpakutou withholds a great inner being within itself. I, who is incapable of withdrawing such things, knows this to be true. A fact, as it is a testament to the Shinigami themselves." My voice resounded in a deep, commanding tone to grasp the attention of the three. I did not mean to intrude on the conversation, but this piece of intelligence stored within my own mind was bound to come out, as I would release it into reality for the ears of those around me to hear. "It is said that your Zanpakutou has a sealed being inside, as it is capable of speaking to the wielder of the blade. The time to communicate will present itself to you. Mythical creatures can be stored within, or even the common human; for the blade you wield is not simply a blade, as it holds a concealed entity, and world within. Soon, my brothers, we will find out what destiny has planned out, as your fate lies solely within your own Zanpakutou."


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[hiroko]

[ before I hold you guys back any longer...]

Suddenly, the dormant stomach virus within had began to stir up a storm. With haste would he flee this thread, breaking into a near by home to spoil a bathroom. Yucky!

[Big Black Fish]

[OOC] Been waiting too long. I'm out.

This crowd was exceptionally boring... too boring for his likings. For the second he made his entrance speech, he would turn and leave. Quite odd to say the least, but... he had other matters to attend to.[/i]

[Shibu]

Figuring it was time for me to leave I simply said “Thanks for the drink my man, think I’m take my leave as well” and took my exit.

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[Beltran]

OOC: My Apologies, I completely forgot I was active in this thread.


As he listened, Kirema became bored, cleaning out his left ear with his pinky and leaping from the building. "No problem. He replied to his new acquaintance. "Tch, looks like everyone's gone now." he yawned as he spoke, then with a burst of Shunpo he left to more interesting venues.

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