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Post by Fumetsu, Kaito on Jan 16, 2010 14:32:46 GMT 1
With the steady chirping that would find itself amongst this blackened earth for a moment., gracing it with the flexible sense known as hearing. There was a rays of light that had found themselves piercing the darkness slowly casting it away. Allowing one last and final stand form amongst the wall, that was thy shadow. The silhouette was none other than a figure that had been talked about within the barracks of the Second Division. This being was rather lean for his size as raven tresses graced his scalp, with a dabble of ash at his tips. The almond shaped eyes that were taking in the surrounding area adjusting along with the lighting of the room. With the rays from the goddess Amaterasu amongst the western horizon as it's waves of light continued to brightened, there the one that was stirring up this morning. Making his way to his feet, the young man soon began to recall his daily tasks for this day. Moving towards the sliding door that led to the world known as Soul Society. The stepping stone that was now a part of his daily life as the tales of life going on continued even after death for Nakamura, Kaito.
His clogs meeting with the material that Soul Society was created with as his pace picked up. His destination predetermined, but his heart following what he truly wanted. For the young angel he digressed on the regular at times, but at times he wa glad where he ended up after his life was taken. He seen what the other paranormal species that lurked in the night were capable of. They were vicious, but that didn't matter no more,. He had a vow that he'll destroy all and help rid those that cause harm to the innocent. Fortune smiled upon Kaito a few years back as he knew the harsh reality within Ruknogai and the struggles that he had succumbed to so many times before seeking to start anew. To Kaito he had passed away twice, one within the Land of the Living and his second death was here in Soul Society, but in the poverty filled Rukongai district.
Almost bumping into this one man, the unseated officer swiftly adjusted the placement of his footing. Swagging by the being before him, his now lackadaisical eyes now falling forth to lead his path without no more close run ins. Many elements came to play on who this shinigami was and how he came about, but there was so much that was lacking in the process as well. Still few talked to him, but some knew of him for his skills at the academy weren't just a tale, but he felt as they were legendary in some ways. Possibly it could be that intimidation of his skills were what kept others away from him.
That didn't matter to the young warrior as he'll reach his destination. Rather calm area, but then again there was enough room to train as well, looking towards the east he'll spot a waterfall a few kilometers away. He had found his ideal scenic area and it was time for him to relax once more. Finding a nice perch within one of the nearby trees using their canopies as shade to hide from teh sun's beam. He'll find himself stretching amongst the limb of a very sturdy Oak tree as he'll let the ambiance noises created from the Waterfall take him into a trance.
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Post by Flementine on Jan 21, 2010 2:42:27 GMT 1
Flemy strode the halls of Soul Society proudly, his joy beaming from his grin, the spring in his step shattering the silence that was meant to exist. Scrambling about thinking of what his job was and what what he was supposed to be doing at the moment. He could even flicker back to when he first joined them, faintly recalling the orders of him not leaving the premises of the lab unless ordered to. The dumbest orders ever, he skipped out on that quite well, one little chemical exposure and the world had gone to hell in there. He laughed to himself, Amusing himself for fun was most certainly his fore-coming death, but his heart was lighter that air. Skipping about the terrain, his face set forward grinning to the sun, eyes clasped shut, his instincts taking him to whatever land was next.
You could here the crude jokes made of him as he wandered, the higher ups commenting about his looks, the way he now moved, the girly thing as they said that laid at his hip, he twisted these all around with his own sense of view spit in. "Gure, I think they likes you. Saying yous good looking as a girl. Gweeze, your popularity rivals mine." He spattered. petting his blades hilt and shooting it a whimsical frown, more muttering coming from the crowd left behind. He even slit his eyes open slightly catching one of the mens ugly red faces in a reflective piece of glass.
A small black pill dropped from his sleeve as he walked, rolling further and further back unfurling near there room, he made a sweep down the hall with a nice turn and whistled. The ear shattering shouts filled his ears pursued by a small boom, the area behind him clamored with smoke. His tongue slid out dancing with amusement along with him. "I always wondered what that was...isn't every so king Gure, they letted me test it on them." His voice was very clueless, he spoke happily without even a smudge of ill intention in it. But the effect had sunken in, the pattering of feet followed after him, down the halls searching out the little bundle of pink fur.
Hide-n-seek wasn't fun if it was six on one, his hands reached for a board, throwing it over his head letting it clatter against the floor in the void hall, himself already halfway down the alley bellow it. He maintained his pattern of movement, digging into his sleeves for more experimental items snatched from the lab before his break. Laying in his palm were two red pills, a pouch of colorful sand, a rubber band, and piece of transparent thread and a flower clip, the flower placed neatly in his hair on the right side angled up. He was his own experiment, what did the clip do?
The rest of the contents were stuffed back into his sleeve roughly as he went on, running out into a more open area with a waterfall, hearing the awful racket coming from it, water trudging down to the ground with constant roars. He pulled out a miniature eye ball from his left sleeve squeezing it, the pupil snapped shut then open again, whatever it was he returned it to his pockets as quick as he pulled it out.
Out of the corner of his eye, the left one precisely. He spotted another shinigami strolling by, towards the waterfall, the man had walked straight past him dawdling up and over a branch, before stretching and going to rest. Curiosity pricked at his underbelly, why not meet someone new? Least he wasn't ugly par say, specimen P! He wobbled over to him with as much grace as he could put forth, teetering to the left or right every few seconds or so. When in range of hearing without the shouting requirement he waved his hand rapidly, "Mornin' o stranger." He said with a strong voice, trying to play tough with his faulty voice. His western accent was horrid though, he couldn't tell if it was working or not.
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Post by Eviscerate on Jan 21, 2010 18:00:32 GMT 1
At the edge of the waterfall I stood, my black leather suit removed from the upper side of my body as I leaned over to the fast moving liquid. I had acquired a strong amount of blood from a source I cared not to reveal to anyone around, and rather than first reporting my battered state to the clinic first, I’d seek to make myself presentable first, enough to fake my minor injuries as the products of some other, more innocent doing. The rush of the water created a strong current that took all in its path down, and as it splashed, a cool mist would spray off and strike me in the face, providing an enjoyable sensation that brought me at peace and relaxed my soul.
I don’t think they’ll find out…yet…
At the same time, this same current creates a certain noise which, seemingly reoccurring due to the natural flowing nature of the waterfall, would induce memories of my most recent heinous act. As they played out in my head, I remained ignorant to the entrance of the other two Shinigami not too far off, but at the moment, my daze was simply too great for me to notice. I stood at least forty meters from both, mostly to their backs. It took me several minutes to clean up and I’m sure they would’ve seen me, but then again, what I was doing was common by those of our trade given the greatness of the body of water. When I was done, I’d dry off in the sun and readjust my body suit, sleek as it fit perfectly across my streamlined body.
…but if they do, will I be ready…?
I would zip up the end and proceed to grab a hold of Raijin once more, which currently rested on the side of a huge boulder. It seemed seeing Senpai and reporting this was the only way to go, but as I devised my plan within my psyche, I’d catch sight of the two men; they existed on a place within my path which I would inevitably pass through – if I turned now, I’d look suspicious. I sighed as I knew what was coming, and without dawdling I’d begin to shuffle their way slowly, one hand clutching onto my zanpakutou with an iron grip while the other swung free at my side. It was show time.
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Post by Fumetsu, Kaito on Jan 21, 2010 18:18:45 GMT 1
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From my perch amongst the very fabric known as wood that supported my back, while serving as my resting place. My glacial blue orbs found themselves noticing a man amongst my position, who merely greeted me. I could have surely have ignored this man, but chose to show my hospitality and reply to his manners. Slowly making my descent from the aforementioned tree that my body saw as it's home...My feet crashing with the gaia beneath me, as my knees gave way to a bend from the impact of the drop. Surely gravity played it's role in it, but that wasn't the key to this very moment.
Holding my hand out as to give a proper introduction, as he was raised well by the people that was close to him. Eyes locked on this being before me, who seemed to be in a rather cheerful mood or so it seemed from someone who's eyes just met with the lights of the outside world. Already missing the slumber that was so short-lived. Raising my left hand towards my raven-colored tresses as my hand combed through them, while the yawn came at an unexpected time. So disrespecful...oh well it was just one lonely shinigami after all.
"Good Morning to you as well..and you might be," mused the Soul reaper as his body's language showed that he was indeed still tired. Though there wasn't much to be worried bout as my eyes noticed another one heading towards my position. Not much could be uttered about the one heading our way. Obviously he was using the embodiment of water to his advantage, but what crossed my mind was the aura surrounding this being.
Did this bother me....no? So why am I worried about it? Watching the man's movements that was approaching as he'll await the response from the one who interrupted his nap. Surely this was a interesting morning as this man seemed to be cautious even around those that are on his side.
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Post by Flementine on Jan 21, 2010 21:43:05 GMT 1
Standing silently, a tune going through his mind as he waited for for the conversation to start up, his lips perched together wishing to hum the tune passing through his mind. Barely able to keep the strict discipline he had raised around, focusing on the shinigami he had greeted at hand. Questions flowing through his mind, being as he was quite new here. He was concerned slightly as to who he was meeting, many had joined seiretei for power or just to fulfill a thirst for violence, those people just never aroused his interest. lost in his own conclusions the man had began his descent to ground level, where he had offered his hand as a gesture of proper introductions. Polite one now? He approvingly stretched out his own hand as he would shake the others.
But as he would react to this introduction he felt something odd, his eyes flickered around hunting down the third party. Near the waterfall was someone, a shinigami? No...he didn't wear the uniform, but who else would walk around so proudly near here? In the fists of the man was a katana, was he a shinigami or not? He peered through his sockets and the man with confusion, he hoped no trouble would come of this. Slightly protective the man was approaching, to which Flemy would shoot him a smile.
No hard feelings. he hoped. The other shinigami responded to him, asking his name and pulling his attention for the stranger. Name...he had almost wanted to blabber his whole name in one inning but his slow mindset took over, eyes revolving back to him with a gentle smile, "Flemmy of the 3rddivision." He replied, watching the shinigami feeling somewhat rude for interrupting his sleep. He didn't seem quite awake still. his mind flickered between the two strangers, would he greet the other? He was longing to greet him, but he was also somewhat tense but excited.
The man was emitting some odd aura, the feeling wasn't quite shinigami yet it couldn't be hollow, his essence was a unique tie. His mind already set on what he was already, why was he there though? His could imagine the disturbances caused by such a visitor, he could only hope it was as easy as passing by. What if he was included in a whole new game of scoldings. He wasn't sure of the other shinigami though, had he understood like him?Today would be a new development. |
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Post by Eviscerate on Jan 23, 2010 0:27:06 GMT 1
Docile…? I wondered as my pace remained unchanging, slow as my arms swung at my sides, Raijin lazily grasped by a single hand. Seeing them react without suspicion was somewhat relieving, giving me a sense of assurance that I had truly not been discovered yet. Sighing softly, both subjects would receive only a single nod, my mood unimportant as I disturbed their domain. My mind was much too cluttered you see, distraught with my own personal nightmares so much that those around me meant nothing. I saw the colorful world around me as nothing more than a whitewashed wall, uninteresting and taking up time otherwise spent on more important things. With this attitude held, it made walking by the two an easy feat, my stride unchanging in the slightest midst my progression.
Nice hair…not.
It was only after I had separated at least twenty meters of space between the two behind me that I realized what I had left behind; it would glisten in the sunlight, a pendant of spiritual gold shining brightly as Ra blessed its essence. ‘Twas the item ripped from the neck of my victim, the single piece that paid homage to my successful kill, and proved to my employer I had not failed him. A million curses ran through my head as I stopped dead in my tracks, pissed as the idea of having to backtrack, as well as the realization his cool exit was no longer effective. Eventually he’d slowly turn in place, facing once at the direction of the item left behind before walking back.
As always, he’d say nothing.
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Post by Fumetsu, Kaito on Jan 23, 2010 2:58:52 GMT 1
Looking as the other shinigami before me was a very wild one. Glacial blue orbs that took in the world as a ever flowing story. Watching the other that was approaching towards the him and this one who had introduced them self as Flemmy of the 3rd Division. Running my hand along my face once more, I'll move my ravenous tresses out of my azure optics as my voice would project what I was feeling at this moment.
"Kaito Nakamura of the 2nd Division. So what brings you out this way," cooed my now waking visage as I'll look over towards a sparking item that was left amongst the ground. In which the one I saw from earlier had stopped, which mean manly he had dropped something precious to him. Still not jumping to that idea so heavily, I look at Flemmy and merely nod at him.
My eyes would dart towards the one heading in our direction. Surely, Flemmy would catch the indication to watch the being's movements. To my eyes this man was merely being himself, but what fell in the mind of Flemmy was another story. Still, this time he would find himself indulging in activity with this stranger who didn't sport the traditional Shihakushou.
"I take it that pendant is precious to you," I would ask the stranger as he'll surely be back on his way. My face a bit serious showing I was here to inquire some information about these two as well. After all, isn't that's the point of working beside these other divisions is to get to know as many as you can. Learn more about the person they are..."Flemmy...we should introduce ourselves to this one." I mused to my fellow Shinigami as my glacial orbs were fixated on this being. He was a mere cloud of mystery indeed. |
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Post by Flementine on Jan 23, 2010 3:31:08 GMT 1
For a second time Felmy's eyes fell upon the strange passerby. While trying to pull out all his characteristics. He wasn't a shinigami, at least not anymore. His aura was more, this wasn't a feel he had discovered while in the labs...he couldn't ignore the curiosity raising in him. How much he hated being clueless. The man didn't seem very unaffected by their being, maybe he really was a shinigami. But the aura he gave off still made goose bumps raise on his skin. Multitasking on listening while watching and filling his mind with questions. The other man was as suspected, from another division.
He couldn't quite state he was pleased by this, he was fine with it but at the same time he knew practically nobody of his own division. That wasn't good, not good at all. The whispers in the back of his head brought his focus back into orbit, but nobody appeared to be speaking now. Loosing it already was he? But while lost in his confusion the made had given him a slight nod, his eyes flinging to the mystery man. So he was suspicious also?
The man made a comment over some pendant, his eyes scattered over the field unable to catch anything. The glinting light that he thought was the sun seemed fairly more shaped when he focused. Well now he was caught up, the man was trying to initiate conversation with the other man even stating that they should mingle with him. He was pleasured to follow this action, " okay" he whispered, looking in the general direction of the other man shining him a smile. "Uhh...hello sir. Flemmy at your service," he commented somewhat shyly with a salute. He wasn't quite sure what words he was supposed to really say.
But in the mixture he remembered the past question, what brought him there...lots of trouble? He giggled at the though, "Oh yah, trouble brought me out today." He would comment with a smile, his right hand bent behind his with the thumb extended pointing towards the fading black smog. Whatever they would assume was for themselves, as his mind shuffled the cards with his conclusions on it. What would it be? |
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Post by Eviscerate on Jan 24, 2010 14:25:47 GMT 1
OOC – Sorry for the wait. Did you guys want a 24 hour IIC in place so you can skip if any of us gets slow? I predict it’ll only be me, but still…
Did they notice…? I was sure, though I had yet to turn to confirm the fact with my own eyes. However, the burning sensation at the back of my throat would indicate I was indeed being watched by keen eyes, and although I had determined no unusual suspicion came from my recent chosen actions, a twinge of doubt was surely to have been birthed after these past few seconds. I took a deep breath to calm myself and forget all inequities that had made me uneasy, and once a huge weight felt as if it was lifted from my shoulders, I’d approach the duo once more. Their drifting eyes hinted that they too took note of my fallen relic, though I assured myself its true meaning would never sink in to their psyche; only its now deceased, royal proprietor knew the gravity of such ownership.
“Second division…?”
“I keep meeting more and more of you every day – have you heard the latest…?”
I’d of course refer to the executive order assigned to all second division titans, the one detailing their secret, stealthy skills would be applied in the direct assassination of whatever superior Hollow forces made their way into Seireitei. Not too long ago a Garganta appeared within Soul Society, spilling forth several lower classed Hollow that managed to subdue a few of our own, as well as kidnap out women. Not everyone had received it because of the assignment’s nefarious nature, but for us killers of the Second, nothing ever seemed too out of reach. Their names, though already recorded along with their divisions, would be ignored, as I had heard their own introduction upon passing, and wished not to dwell on petty endeavors; I was stoic in my speech, a signal of my dry mood.
“G…”
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Post by Fumetsu, Kaito on Jan 26, 2010 11:34:34 GMT 1
Listening to my two newly acquainted people ones that have yet to gain the trust to be considered a comrade. I'll continue to assess the situation before I'll speak, again. Watching our newest addition as my comparisons between the two Flemmy and G continued. I noticed that the other that was within the second division and one more amongst the third division. Listening to Flemmy's words as how he was in trouble as the large smog cloud appeared behind him. Not knowing how to reply to his curt response, my lips parted once more.
"Why did you cause such a ruckus? Regardless, it doesn't matter. Now you are here and I won't turn you in. So be thankful." my words were curt towards the 3rd Division Shinigami. The obvious motion of my body was key evidence that I meant business. Still I noticed the other who came upon my position. It seemed we were both of the same division one that was renown for upholding the law no matter the cause.
Listening more so intently as before it seemed that there was some important information floating around the Seireitei. How I did not get this information, I do not know. Still though I looked towards the one known as G and awaited his answer. I didn't question, but merely listen until it was obvious that he was finished with his speech. I wasn't sure how the third division member would take it, but I was here to answer these calls. Following blindly into the abyss with my divison I awaited the orders, as my mouth parted and issued only a small basis of syllables. "The latest...what's this all about?" |
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Post by Flementine on Jan 27, 2010 2:14:22 GMT 1
Interesting, he focused on trying to keep himself in the conversation at hand. The other man was in the 2nd division also, learning things everyday weren't we? It was as if he was left to drown in his own empty abyss, his division needs a new population now didn't it? Yes, he'd enjoy that, they could begin to multiply like rabbits, so scary. What about them? He couldn't help wondering how they felt of their division, maybe they found as little interest in them also. He ruffled his hair with a hand returning his sight to the first shinigami. Well...he didn't really know what the man thought as to his answer. Now he guessed he had to go along and play his own role.
The other man made a remark as to his dazzling stunt and his luck for not being turned in, which he had never considered an option. But whatever, he grinned happily, "Thanks. An It wasn't my fault really...i just dropped something I found..." He muttered like a child, pouting slightly. Who ever wanted all the blame placed on them? Good enough, the other man on the side, he had been talking about some killings. What was this? It was a subject he could bring up at the most, something that he wanted to know of.
His lips formed ready to make the words, then Kaito took over the conversation. Same question, probably smarter wording. He pit his tongue, no comments were needed now. He peered at the other man curiously, he felt as out as Kaito must have, completely unaware of such news. It stung him more though, to be excluded from such information while in the info division. Such little trust was placed in him, he'd have to make more rucuss when he was to return.
Being left out wasn't a pleasing feeling, now why would he let that go so easily? Nothing fatal but he'd make sure something came out of it. His mind pulled somewhat away by the plot, what to do what to do. |
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Post by Flementine on Jan 28, 2010 23:59:42 GMT 1
Flemmy paused slightly, staring blankly as to his two fellow shinigami. Quite still and silent, it seemed quite dreary really. The one man appeared quite uninterested with them, his cold look was just saying as if he didn't want to speak to them. which was probably likely. The man didn't appear to favor one or the other, which really was a comfort bringer. The cold look the man gave off, the reiatsu flowing from him felt not an ounce normal nor friendly. Cold looks seemed to strive on around here, an infection that needed to be exterminated! Either that or examined and cured, extermination would be so so stressful and a petty waste.
He chuckled and brushed his hair with his hands, waiting for some unfathomable event to take place and rip away one more moment of silence. It would last to long, it was coming, just give it time. His mind went off ticking, waiting, waiting, it was coming, it was like a gut feeling. The personal gut alarm set for a few moments. It was ticking, waiting to released its loud shout.
It took a simple three seconds, screeching, crashing. Across from the field where the nice blunt men covered in a nice ashy black. Sword drawn, mouths gapping, veins pulsing. What a nice sight, they clearly needed a bath. Skipping the two others he spun around focusing in on the men, flashing a cynical grin. The men's mouthes gaping wide open, like they were thinking Who the hell does this guy think he is?! His pulled out a hand waving welcomely to them, no sign of fear or shock visible. "Hey guys," he shouted, his grin only growing in size. "You look a bit dirty..." he muttered, looking blankly at them.
The veins grew more noticeable, clearly somebody was on the brink of major brain damage. No damage needed to be cause here though, how rude would that be. The men ground their teeth together, still unable to make words. It took a few seconds for one to wind up the gruts to comment, "Son of a bitch, get him!" They hollered, sprinting forward. In which at this state of time he was long gone, even leaving a nice fold up him standing there waiting.
The second him running off gave it away though, the wind brushed fake one over. They seemed to burst a vein, faces glowed red through the sheets of black and they were fueled for the go. Ready to hunt him down like the sweet person he was, "Run run as fast as you can, you can't catch me I'm the candy man!" He screamed behind him, not wasting time to look back though. Rushing forward back into the complicated pathways of seiretei, tag was such a fun game.
[exit] (Sorry, this thread just doesn't seem to be going anywhere so i'm just gonna leave.)
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Post by Eviscerate on Feb 1, 2010 17:32:01 GMT 1
An odd expression was shot Kaito’s way as he questioned the nature of orders we were supposed to support, but just as my incredulous answer was summoned forth, it’d faintly occur to me this youngster was surely ignorant to our endeavors. It’d make sense that Senpai would not entrust everyone for such arduous work, and as that idea settled in, the question over his skill was next to arise. I smirked as a result, my curiosity lingering between the notion of informing him, or simply leaving him in the dark. Less work most likely could be found in the former, but as I let my thoughts be entertained, I’d soon realize I’d feel bad if the unskilled one were to die because of his own ignorance. I would sigh heavily under frustration's call, and after nodding lazily to both of the males and their told stories, I’d interject.
“Orders from command…”
“…due to an increase in hollowfication and a decrease in our captain’s skill, we’re to kill on sight ANY Hollow spotted – no more of this back-up bullshit…”
A look to the side later, I’d spit to emphasize my point, as well as release my mouth from an undesirable mucus build up. Although I knew the third kid was from a different division, the look I gave him should have let him know that request was more of a blanket assignment to all protectorates of the Soul Society rather than just a single fraction of a group. Sure, while the second division prided itself in toting solitary juggernauts capable of decimating many before their last breath, the crisis of today was one solvable only through unification; so lame…
As they continued to speak my eyes drifted upwards, once more lost in thought.
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Post by Fumetsu, Kaito on Feb 2, 2010 11:36:55 GMT 1
I'll pay close mind to what was going on amongst the thirteen court squads of soul society. In fact it seemed to be a rather urgent mission indeed. Surely, no one told me of anything going on like this. Why wasn't I included within these orders? Maybe...I was and I never took heed to the thought. Listening closely to what G had to say I'll hear him out as I noticed that Flemy was in a bind. Surely, I would allow him to go now. This wasn't my place to stop him, but alas I was ready to go on this mission.
"G, So we have a mission it seems. So where do we go from here," I found myself muttering towards him. It was time something interesting had came around and now my whole being was hungry to complete such a task. Regardless, I awaited G's response, but in the back of my mind I remembered my friend Saito. I wonder was he made privy towards this news. |
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Post by Eviscerate on Feb 4, 2010 5:57:57 GMT 1
Though I had somehow missed it earlier, the third division Shinigami had made quite a rude scene, exiting under some odd pretenses and engaging in warped singing; was he smokin’ that funny stuff too…? I ‘tched’ in annoyance, though quickly forgot the entire ordeal so as not to ruin my mood; it was enough to note his presence, so that he could be easy to dispatch later should he prove unworthy of our title as reapers. In the meantime, I looked one more before returning to my second division comrade, whom was currently inquiring about the mission. Interesting; he wanted in.
“’We’ don’t have a mission until you can prove to me that you’re up for this…”
“…so! You up for this!?”
I grinned at the request, reaming in my current idle position not quite looking at him, but nonetheless letting my thoughts linger about his inquiry. Then, without warning, Raijin roared free, a single downward swipe aiming to cleave my second division comrade in two. Without warning it seemed, his first test had begun; would he pass, or fail and face a most mortal set of consequences…?
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Post by Eviscerate on Feb 5, 2010 16:26:54 GMT 1
OOC – Sorry, but I’m pullin’ a Flemmy and getting’ out of dodge – we got an event to attend!
As expected, the opponent found no visible retort to my challenge, prompting my blade to slow down way before its lethal edge ever reached its intended target. A low ‘tch’ escaped my lips as I backed away, and with Raijin finding its way back to the dark confines of its royal sheathe, I would now struggle to discover my own purpose for remaining. It was clear why Senpai had chosen not to fill this minus in on the details of our assignment, and after seeing it with my very own eyes, I could feel all forms of weight regarding this soul leave me; his weak self was already destined for the grave, and while he wasn’t six feet under yet, I wouldn’t be surprised if I tomorrow I was the one standing atop his final resting place. What a pity; for such soul potential to go to waste. I exhaled deeply once, and without bothering to look his way, I’d merely nod.
“Got to go – see ya...”
I would return first to the scene where I was initially spotted, finding glee in the fact my shiny accessory remained for the most part untouched. It was of golden constitution, offering a resplendence that radiated far beyond even the sun’s capabilities. Covering my eyes as I approached, I’d barely avoid a severely blinding, squinting instead as I covered the precious piece in my gloved hands. A single look was given to its now dull hide, and whilst I was tempted to lost myself in thoughts long past, the presence of the ‘other’ would quickly bring me back to life. Along with my demenor change so was my facial expression, once dull, droopy and even smiling, now donning the mask of a stoic, cold hearted killer once more. Reality was here and now, and so would my mind – least I wished for a premature death of my own!
ϟ Exit ϟ
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Post by Fumetsu, Kaito on Feb 5, 2010 19:14:51 GMT 1
My visage still unattached to me as this world was to me, I'll make not a move. For the strike wasn't filled with vicious intent or so I thought, but the moment he stopped. With a wry smile finding it's home upon my face. I'll look at him and nod. Taking a few steps forth as I'll gather my things as I saw everyone else take leave. Surely, we'll meet again soon.
We'll pick up where we left off one day, G.
With that said I'll begin to head towards my barracks and maybe come across other beings wondering around. Still my reasons for being here were in jeopardy, but then again only time held the truest answer.
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