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Post by Shibu on Jan 19, 2010 3:30:51 GMT 1
 The morning view on Senzaikyū is by far the greatest view any meir Shinigami could see. The sun rising or setting is by far more beautiful then anything I had ever laid my eyes upon and yet, I still find myself coming back to such view each and every day I need to awake early. A viewing area that is so glorious on an area that is so death deifying. Senzaikyu, where prisoners are held, and many other things; I had found myself sitting upon the railing on Senzaikyu’s bridge. One leg had been dangling against off the railing as the other had been placed against the railing. The one that had been placed against the railing, my knee was bent as my light blue optics lay upon the grandest view ever; or waited as I had arrived early.
My silver smooth hair blowing against the wind, even someone like myself enjoyed the small things that Soul Society… rather life in general brought too us. My left hand having my Zanpaktou in hand, while sheathed. As my right had been clutching against the railing as well, just for security measures, so to speak; I had awaited the view that would come. But surly I hadn’t been the only one that knew of this view, knew of this area. It hadn’t mattered, as finding me here would be where you could find me in my softest hour. No shell, no being funny or trying to approach as though nothing had been of fear to me. Just peace upon this area, and as I sat against this railing, tooth pick in mouth as my blue hoodie had been blowing with the wind. My light blue optics looked up at the orange type sky.
One could see the darkness just settling away as the sun would light up the area soon. The places would continue to run as though you lived in a busy city, but right now, right here. One hears their clothing blow with the wind. One could hear the slightest of whispers or the easiest of footsteps. Everything was just so calm and silent that you’d actually have to see it, to believe it… you’d have to hear it to agree with such words. Having had my light blue optics looking out to where I figured the sun would appear, though it hasn’t fully yet. I traveled my light blue optics upon this bridge, was I the only one to appear for the spectacular view before the day fully started?
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Post by Fumetsu, Kaito on Jan 19, 2010 6:31:46 GMT 1
View breathtaking as this doesn't come to those that don't seek it's beauty. Something that few cherished as he did, but this morning was going to be different. He sought to catch some time to himself. Basically learning more about himself as he'll look upwards to catch the view of the sky that was always clear over head. Why was there never a gloomy day truly within the walls of Seireitei? Mind constantly seeking out answers to the multiple questions that arise within his cerebral. That was different with him as his ravenous tresses were well submitted to the light breeze that grasped his shihakusho. Freely moving as his body found itself stopping in it's tracks as he'll notice a figure ahead of him.
Life was discovered before his eyes, and it seemed to be another Shinigami as well. Perhaps, he wasn't the only one that enjoyed things such as this. Looking over the horizon as the sight that presented itself before him would forever etch itself within his memory banks. Not to be rude or anything, the male preceded to head towards the blue hoody wearing death god. The mind searched for any hint of who this man was, but surely he had seen this one before...Was it the academy?
Still, there was no need to ponder on such a thing. Making his way towards the figure that was rather relaxed upon his perch. Eyes narrowing, body lax for the academy sharpened his awareness...and ability to adapt to a any change within a calm situation. Now his glacial hues fixated upon this man before him. Stopping about five meters away from him, his voice would escape from his gullet. Projecting, spewing forth words that attempted to grasp the man's attention, the shinigami had spoken...
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Post by Shibu on Jan 22, 2010 23:08:53 GMT 1
Upon hearing a voice my light blue optics had traveled over towards the area of the voice. My eyes had traveled slow and upon looking at their corners my silver hair had blocked some of my vision but not all. Another shinigami is what my eyes would tell me. They all had always worn the same attire, though I was different. It however was always easy to tell a Shinigami just by his attire. Granted one could easily understand who’s a shinigami just by sensing their reitsu but that was beside the point. Still not answering his question I had looked back over at the view as I replied to the man “Yea, didn’t expect another to show there self around here.” I had confessed upon his reply.
Still looking at the grandest of views I continued, though as I continued I still had kept my light blue optics upon this sun rise “Sumiyaka Shikaku, 7th Division no name…” upon having those few words escape my smooth lips my light blue optics had traveled back over towards the man that had approached me from five meters away “…and yourself?” I asked. It seemed to be just another meet and greet if anything else. I had been doing that quite often upon my comrades. Willing to fight with them all but never knowing their names, it had been odd, almost stupid to fight with someone that could in reality give two shits about you.
Such thoughts however shouldn’t enter the mind, though it always does, after all we aren’t gods were all just humans once and now we’re fighting the good fight, or so they say. Waiting for the mans reply though I moved my eyes down upon the bridge that he had now doubt been standing on, and I was sitting against the railing from. It was natural that I kid around with everyone, no matter who they had been. Makes conversations more easy going, releases any tension that could brew and gives everyone to talk about something. So moving my light blue optics down upon the ground, however while I was still siting on this railing from the bridge.
Which the ground had been several meters in height from this bridge I looked back over at the shinigami who had no doubt possibly told me his name and I simply said “So, think someone could survive a jump from this height?” I said with the slightest of smirks gracing my lips.
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Post by Fumetsu, Kaito on Jan 23, 2010 2:11:20 GMT 1
Here I was face to face with another. One cut from the same cloth as we'll both were under the title of Shinigami. Though from separate divisions, we both believed in the same thing or at least were under these influences of becoming Shinigami. There had to have been reasons why we were both alike in this manner. Meeting the first of many death gods roaming about the Seireitei, my first thoughts rushed through my mind to reply to his words. My glacial blue optics, met with the silver haired being before me. In which my lips had parted churning out a sound that soon condensed into the very dialect we spoke. "Kaito Nakamura of the 2nd Division. Pleasure to meet you, and I do too enjoy such a sight as well. It's just so...marvelous," I cooed as my eyes fell back onto the sight before me. Indeed it was very interesting.
Watching the view once more, as I'll keep my body relaxed it seemed to be a normal day thing nowadays. The situations can always turn from peaceful to the most worst condition in a matter of seconds. Looking as the sky was slowly dimming into what seemed to be a Orange color, but the feeling I got from watching this change was similar to the one I got with the season autumn. Turning my occuli back towards the one beside me known as Shikakku. He was not garbed in the traditional cloths, but to each's own. I refused to question a man of his reasons for such a thing, but instead I'll reach out to him.
"The possibility is there, but the probability of that happening depends on the person. We could always find some fool who's willing to go that extra mile to find the answer," spoken like a true realist. After all, there were several people in the world that seemed to act like sense wasn't part of their make up. Still I found myself allowing a wry smile to accompany my face. Then, a light chuckle to follow behind it, before I would speak again, "So tell me this...Why are we here?" It was a serious question, but it was all to gauge this being before him. To merely see what he was all about. |
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Post by Jack on Jan 28, 2010 9:28:23 GMT 1
“A deep question indeed, and I doubt you’ll find the answer here.” Rikyu replied, although the question was thrown to no one in particular he felt the question needed to be answered before he asked his own. “Shikaku it has been quite some time, 7 years if I remember correctly since the time we first met. You do remember don’t you?” He questioned more out of hope then desperation, would be a shame for him to not be remembered by the one who had inevitably saved him years before. Walking to the railing he would lean against it before turning slightly towards the two, having approached from their right. He highly doubted he would be recognised in his current shape, with the recently obtained Shihakusho and dual Zanpakuto compared to the torn clothes when he first ran into Shikaku.
“After I first met you, I enrolled into the academy, this and that finally led to this.” He would grab his Shihakusho and shook it lightly, indicating his referral to the Shinigami gown and swords before continuing. “Though I have yet to call myself a true Shinigami as I’ve only passed the test not too long ago, my experience as one is still raw.” He turned to the sunrise on the horizon, his face alight with a deep orange and red. Though he had yet to properly introduce himself he would let the stranger accompanying Shikaku use his own observational skills to determine it, a test if you will as he thought of it. A way to distinguish the listening capabilities of another, if the stranger wasn’t willing to listen or pay attention then the stranger needn’t know Rikyu’s own name or anything else about himself.
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Post by Shibu on Jan 28, 2010 10:42:07 GMT 1
24 Hour IIC [kinda just to force my ass to post]
I heard his introduction of himself Kaito Nakamura of the 2nd Division. I had known one other that was apart of this said Division. Little man Yahiko was his name, or Yahiko. Never mind that though, because after he had introduced himself he had replied to my question about surviving the jump. While I heard his reply I slowly looked over at him with this expression of ‘huh’ on my face. When showing this said expression I simply replied “You could’ve just said maybe.” I said just messing with this said comrade, as I messed with everyone in such way. Upon replying to that answer of his my light blue optics had lazily looked back down at the height of this bridge.
While looking he had asked why we were here and without looking over at him I started to reply “I don’t know why you’re here but I’m here…” Though as I attempted to finish this said answer another voice had graced my ears, this voice sounded somewhat familiar, as though I’ve heard it before. My very mind had been attempting to match a face with the voice… it hadn’t sounded like a big brother finding me in his sisters bedroom; no… this was a friendlier voice. My light blue optics looking over towards the area as he had now said my very name; so he had just confirmed that we had been acquaintances from seven years ago. His figure being fully shown as my eyes had been placed on his face… him. Fuck, what was his name?
Having the words escape from my lips as I had continued to stay seated on the edge of this bridge “You, yea… you’re that guy that collapsed from lack of food.” Smiling slightly as I chuckled I shook my head almost as to kinda say ‘yea, I recognize you.’ After the slight noticing of him I still hadn’t known his damn name, but I looked back down at the ground as he continued to tell me what he had done after our encounter. The story was almost just a brief skim which had all been fine; but it sounded as though I was part of the reason he joined the shinigami ranks. I had thought about making some slight comment about this discovery but decided against it; he seemed to enjoy his grandest of entrances and I wasn’t one to ruin a grand entrance of all things.
After he finished his words though and my light blue optics never looking away from the grounded area below the bridge I spoke “Later we’ll try and find us a hollow to kill, if you have yet to run into one of those nasty fucks.” Then I continued, I hadn’t asked for his name. I was half hoping he’d tell Kaito his name and I’d kinda play it off like I already knew. Though the continuation of my words had been way off course… one moment I was talking to an earlier acquaintance and now I was about to tell them I’m jump “Dudes, I think I’m jump. What’ya say you both go down there and catch me if I kinda fuck up?”
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Post by Jack on Jan 31, 2010 3:59:38 GMT 1
“Embarrassingly enough, yep, that was me.” He looked down the length of the building to the ground, the height was amazing and yet it didn’t bother Rikyu. He never really was one to be afraid of heights, even ones extreme like this, nor most phobias people shared, though there were other things to replace them, things he’d rather not mention. His thoughts trailed off to the day he had met Shikaku, being almost 8 years ago he had collapsed from a stupid mistake he made. Though being new to the world it did little to comfort his as he shifted uncomfortably at the thoughts, his lack of knowledge back was something he didn’t like to remember. So many things new, so many things uncertain. Like a newborn child coming to the humans world, it knew nothing and acted like a bit of a fool at times.
Luckily enough he had company the day he collapsed, though unexpected company he was grateful he showed up, else he lay dead now. Not only that he wouldn’t have become a Shinigami if Shikaku hadn’t stepped forth willingly while others strolled past, almost as if he were invisible. Up to this day he was still feeling uncomfortable about his often mistakes and mispronunciations. Though he often made mistakes he thought himself lucky, or perhaps gifted, it had been such a short time since he was introduced into this world, and already a shinigami standing amongst others like an equal, some even calling their current location home for many a many years.
His attention was pulled back to focus as Shikaku offered some assistants in regards to a hollow hunt, something he had yet to really participate in so far. The last time he had been close to one another shinigami stepped in and defeated it before he could really do anything. “Sounds good, I’ve been waiting to get some action for a while now really.” He couldn’t help but smirk to himself, awaiting the chance to fight with his newly attained Zanpakuto. Not a few seconds after he had finished his sentence did Shikaku announce his plan.
”Dudes, I think I’m jump. What’ya say you both go down there and catch me if I kinda fuck up?” He was almost tempted to answer, but he came to remember his main reason for passing by. "I would, but I have to run, first patrol in Karakura." With that he smiled and made his leave. "No doubt I'll see you around."
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Post by Fumetsu, Kaito on Feb 2, 2010 15:14:24 GMT 1
Looking at the two Shinigami as they surely had history. I'll allow them two to catch up first. Though the question that was asked about jumping down was the main subject. Still, as I began to wonder what was our next step. I'll be sure to go ahead and make the first move towards the bridge. Looking at the two as I peered down towards the endless drop. My mind began to wonder would these two truly do such a thing? What would be the point of figuring something out like that? Regardless, I was ready for the outcome. These two seemed to be rather smart about how they handled things so in the end. I wouldn't even dare detest what they are doing. After all, I had met two more Shinigami on this day and was looking forward to working with them very soon.
"Surely you don't ever question why we're here. Is this a new beginning of some sorts, but alas I digress...If you were to jump most likely you wouldn't be the only one. For I would hop this as well. Haven't really cut loose in a while. So Shall we?," I would say with a suave response. Surely this would entice the blond haired being before me. He seemed like a very interesting fellow...So this was Sumiyaka Shikaku of the 7th Division. After a few moments a hells butterfly fluttered its way around me. Giving me information only for the Second Division. I would leap over the edge and make my way down towards the bottom,"Gotta go , guys. Seems I've been summoned."
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