Making one rounds

[nova]

Sora was making his rounds. He wonder about the area. He was basically on patrol. The was on the upper part of the tower. The sky was the limit. The great blue sky was ever clear from any rain shower.

From inside was some loud moans of the prisoners. They screamed and yelled out, saying they were innocents. Some were yelling and saying they had to do it and if they didn't do it, who would have. Sora paid none of them any attention and kept his scroll around the tower. Sora had let out a moan in boredom. Nothing and rarely did anything happens with him being around. His sword was on his back. Un-drawn, like there ever a reason for it to be drawn.

Sora steps could barely be heard from the moans and yelling inside. To a point he had gotten tired of it and bang onto the wall loud enough for everyone inside of the tower. "SHUT UP! YOUR ALL GIVING ME AN HEADACHE!" That didn't do any good. They had even gotten louder.

[Ichiro]

Ah the smell of recovery, it was one of those smells that just made you reminisce. The kind of smell that reminded you of things that were deeply imbued into the memories and harsh times of a warrior's life and though they were so far locked away, such an interesting and out of the ordinary scent could pull on it with purple ribbons and bring it flailing and flipping about like a child in a candy store. Obviously it had been quite some time or rather the first time he, Koen had entered the tower such as this Senzaikyuu was it? With the free time he had left it was like a sort of vacation to a foreign land. He'd wanted to tour something, a place he had never before toured and look where he'd ended up with a cynical sneer upon his mug and his feet planted firmly along the ground. The noise the split what could be silence would run through his head non stop and than there would be this... "addition" of sorts.

This cry out for the noise to stop, so pointless in the eyes of this Shinigami. Seventh division for quite some time now it was of natural occurrence that he would eventually find himself in this place. The tower was beautiful yet something one wouldn't want to find themselves entrapped within like a caged animal awaiting their harsh fate. Once the bars were implaced there was no going back no matter who you were and this very feat would strattle darkness onto the Shinigami's heart like a harness. No fear? He thought there was no fear for him... he so truthfully thought this. But being imprisoned like a fool and knowing there was no way out just made him want to cry out and scratch walls like a pathetic animal locked in a room against its will. When one knew there was nothing but absolute death to come they panicked and worried truly, "would it hurt" or "would they live long after wounding...and suffer before dying?"

It was all a little game to those of this world and until they were strapped into this little driver seat there was little one could do to understand another man's true feelings. With his warmed Zanpaktou strapped to his right hip, he'd place his right hand lightly unto the nicely warmed hilt where his eyes would close and his left hand would be placed onto his left. A deep breath would be taken through the nostrils as he looked into the distance and began to wonder where exactly the one who had shouted out could be located. It wouldn't take long for him to realize that this place only went up and he would let off a few words of his own and attempt to capture the attention of this Shinigami. Whether or not it was appropriate or worked was beyond he himself but he did feel like doing..."something".

"Toienka, Koen, Seventh Division Shinigami!"
he would shout out, the cries and whines of the prisoners shrouded by the voice projected to sound as though he had been one to address the Gods of this world.
"Identify yourself incapable!"

[nova]

Sora heard someone spoke. Who ever spoke said their name and division. Which is a typical thing to do around here. This sometimes help to prevent some confusion and misunderstanding. Though, this Toienka Koen was rather loud. Meaning he was rather close some where around the tower.

The only question was, where? He kept his hand onto the handle of his sword that was on his back. One can never be too careful, or at least he thought so. The man yelled once again. "Identify yourself incapable!" Rather cheeky and sort of rude of him.

Thinking he was incapable. Though, he thought about making a game out of this. He already checked all the locks to the cells. All prisoners were in, or the ones suppose to be here anyway. There were other people here to pick up the slack and was also rather bored. "I am Sora Tsurug of squad 6. Also, the future captain this squad. Where ever you are, you must be close. I'm bored, lets play hide and seek?" I quickly ran up the wall with my graceful speed and made it onto the next floor up. I hidden behind some boxes. From this angle, he could see anyone coming and going. Gives him a good chance to move to a different hiding spot if he does get to close of finding him. Hopefully, this guy will also play and some the time.

[Ichiro]

Koen would bridle upon the Shinigami's words briefly... "Let's Play Hide and Seek? How old had he truly been was the only thing this Soul Reaper could think of or maybe it was the fact that he had been somehow mentally unstable? Who the hell would give someone so weird a Zanpaktou...maybe he was lying about being part of Squad 6 and the fact that he added "future captain" made this guy seem a deal bit weirder than he had already. Though he had been annoyed by such an action and speech Koen would go along and simply attempt to find the warrior in an attempt to get out of the situation he had been in and find out exactly what was going on here. Pointless wasting of energy here seemed ridiculous and the Zanpaktou as Koen's side would only continue to hold the intense warmth that would scare a person into thinking they would get burned should they keep their hand on it too long.

Reiatsu climbing throughout the mountainous region that would be his body, Sensing would be quite easy for the warrior to do seeing how the life he'd had here in the Soul Society so far would teach him on. One of the many things that were to be learned here, his eyes would shut as he focused on the voice that had sprung from somewhere around him - the Soul Reaper's Reiatsu would slowly grow for a trail would be found leading him directly to his odd ball. His feet would take him along slowly, as he followed what had been felt, his left hand slithering over to the hilt of his blade while the right would lower to the sturdy sheath for a quick tear from place and cleave through the air should this guy be someone out of the ordinary and didn't belong in this place. His patience had begun to grow thin since these kinds of games were for kids...

What was this guy thinking trying to pull something like this off? No worries however, the reiatsu would be followed closely, his person traveling along the stairs to the point where both the located Reiatsu would level with his senses... It was quite easy but the warrior had been found. A blob of this energy was found and here would his eyes open, sight locking to a clump of boxes whereas his grip would tighten around the blade.

"Only children play hide and seek."

[nova]

Sora let out a sigh and was disseminated."You cheated man. I've here for another six hours and you don't want to give a guy some fun for a while to pass the time." Sora gotten out behind the boxes. He had let out another sigh. "You have any idea how boring it gets just standing here all day? Keep people locked up, and then I watch them get killed gets boring, very quick."

Sora let out another sigh. He's most of the time a very serious person. But that doesn't mean one can't have a little inner child. Even if they are over 500+ years old. Sora looked over to his side and see Calamity laughing at him. Sora dusted himself off and then looked at Koen. "You fellows on the dispatchment also get to get out more than we do. Is it really odd for me want to do something different in my routine once in a while?"

Sora let out another disappointing sigh. He was really looking forward to some kind of fun game to have. Sora looked around a bit. Some of the others seem to be laughing at Sora. Sora flipped them off and they laugh even harder. "Bastards", Sora mutter under his breath. He had shaken that off and then looked at thie Koen character again.

"I have question for you. In your opinion, what is true power? Is true power is the lost of respect of those around, but yet successful. So successful that it corrupts your soul? Having all the woman, the money, and able to do anything you want? Or, not being very successful at all with the respect of those around you. Those around you telling you how great you are? Able to make those around you happy and always have your back?"

[Ichiro]

Though it was a bit odd, it was easy to tell at this point that the one who'd spoken was mentally stable. The hilt of this Zanpaktou at his hip would be released and he would come into a straight and balanced stand while the fellow shinigami ahead of him would speak on once more, this time in quite large portions. It hadn't been exactly what the shinobi was looking for but it was definitely enough to tune him into what kind of person this guy could actually be. Here in this tower things could get pretty interesting so long as no one decided to do anything stupid. The interest in what the one before him had begun to speak would grow, his thought beginning to grow quite a bit. Power was something that Koen was willing to tackle no matter who disliked it... The way he would grasp it wouldn't matter, all that he cared for was obtaining it.

Not as if he were childish but rather curious would this shinigami before him speak. He did seem a bit disturbed about this little subject here but there was a remedy for everything an being as creative as he was, Koen could cook one up with ease. To swallow, he would glance to the floor and than to the one standing before him again. Life brought on a deal of critical situations but this one was something that was way below critical. It required some mass of thinking but was nothing like what these intense situations could be like. He would stray momentarily before his eyes found the one before him again, a small smirk gracing his lips as he decided to explain things as asked in his opinion. His view on the subject may be taken and followed, maybe not. A smirk would be found and he would be off...

"Well no matter what you do there will always be this person or that person to not respect you. In my opinion honestly, True power is having the ability to harness such a thing while absolutely not abusing it and having everyone respect you. There will never be 100% of a population to respect you and certain people may call either one of your suggestions to be True Power, however it depends on that person and their morale, philosophy. Me myself, I will do /anything/ for power and whoever steps in my way will cry at the feet of the gods who watch over them for forgiveness and mercy for me myself, I don't give it."

[nova]

Respect, respect. Did anyone really did such a thing? Also, who the hell invited the word respect? Why did they make it such a long word as well? Did they think they were smart making it so long? Also, Sora wonders what this guy. Would he be the type of just with power? Or be like a tyrant warlord and just want it for himself not caring about others? He did say he would do anything for it after all.

Would he be willing to step on others for himself truly? Would he step on those who were close to him and are just trying to help him period? Sora didn't know. He didn't know this guy too much yet. The loud moans filled the air again. They were screaming. Begging again to be let out. The same old moans over and over again.

Sora turn his face to the lower part of the area to the execution site. Watching someone who was being beheaded in a split second. Blood scatting the air and ground around the body. Smearing onto the former prisoner clothes. This was a normal site for Sora. It was nothing to him. He was jailer and was near the area such things. He was also born in an area with such common sight.

Sora back to Koen. He turned his head a bit and slightly grinned. "Interesting. If you realized how powerful your thoughts are, you would never think a negative thought." Sora mutter. Thinking of something new to say. He loved this kind of topics. "But what about the power of love and peace? What if that's your opponent? Would you smite them down with your sword? Not caring for their reason or even try to understand their reason? Long you gain power?[/b]

ooc: hyper, sorry about the grammar x.x

[Ichiro]

Koen's eyes would narrow a bit as this Shinigami spoke, his words were interesting yet it seemed as though all the Seventh Squad member could answer with at the very moment was a nod, Yes. This was "the world" and every who'd ever had a life knew it. There was no changing it now and there wasn't any changing it in the future and the sooner the population that was the Soul Society as well as Humans outside it recognized this, the better things would be for everyone who cared for anything. Death came around as quickly as breathing did and thus the way those lives were taken would only lead to the Soul Society enlarging itself with more and more souls no matter how long it took. With Koen witnessing that of a death straight through these optics of his, the blood of this man placed upon his hands - he couldn't help but feel as though it were natural.

Simply his time to go and who was he not to concur or try something to change that man's fate? No one but a Shinigami with a Zanpaktou like all the others around him. The afterlife was an interesting thing and it would never cease to be such. He would place his sight onto the one before him once again and smile softly for Love and Peace were two things, stars that no one could touch. Depending on how someone looked at them it could never be obtained and maintained by any human or soul man or woman. Swallowing as he began to process the words within his head, his tongue slowly beginning to push forth from his mouth and the swell oxygen here flowing quickly through his lungs before his tongue would slide quickly across his lips. He'd been ready at this point and now would his words slip forth to the one before him:

"Thank you. An know this, as long as there is Man or Women, Hollow and Shinigami to exist, there is no such thing as Peace. There will be no peace, no paradise. We abolish such terms with our weapons, with our minds. We take lives of the others and claim we're the good guys while in their eyes we're the bad and vice versa. There is no such thing as peace and Love? If there is no definition for such a thing it has no business being in your vocabulary. If you can explain to me what Love is, thoroughly than I will consider Not smiting it down for power. Because right now, Both of those will be Smite for Power and any who guards them."

[nova]

Sora listened to Koen words. Though, he kinda dodged his question with another question. No matter, Sora thought to himself. The question was easy and simple. Sora started to do a hand stand. The pressure and weight of his body became dependent of his arms and hands.

Sora walked around the room with his hands only. He walked around on his hands in a circle motion around Koen. It was an odd habit of Sora. He only does this if he’s on a debate with someone. But it only happens when he’s in the soul society. It made him think better for some reason. Having all his blood going into his head.

He has done this many times over in the soul society. His hands were used to it. Making his hands roughed and tough. He started to do this when he was in a conversation once before, but he wanted to get some extra training in. Ever since then, he always does this. “Don’t mind me doing this. It simply helps me think and get some extra training in.”

After giving this so called easy and simple question some thought, he had come up with an answer. He grinned and jumped up with both of his hands and onto his two feet."There is always a chance for everything to become in peace. You just have to lower your standards. True enough, there won't be true peace. As in no fighting, no crime. That world cannot exist unless we lose free will. But, how about a world with hollows starts sticking to their own world and never coming out. The whole soul society becomes one as a unit and no one ever fights each other or do any crime that's too big to bring them here. This also includes the human world. This would be love and peace. Your opponent can bring all of this together, Everything will fall in place and become a reality. The only thing that's standing in the way of such world, is you. There is no doubt you can beat him and you keep your power of complete control. Would you move aside and let him do his thing? Or would you stand there and defeat him with no mercy? Before you answer, let me tell you my answer. I would destroy him and keep power. There be nothing I could get or do. Not only that, it Be so boring. I need some chaos in life.

[Ichiro]

A single drop of sweat would form on his head as the guy in front of him spoke. It was quite odd... well who the hell was he kidding? The words slipping from this dude's mouth were damn sad in his opinion and there would be nothing more he'd wanna do at this moment than fall flat on his back and take a look back to what he had just said a moment ago about this power and how he'd do anything to get it. Somehow he had begun to figure this was true and even felt this strong urge to head off and start for...just how? However, his attention would remain on the shinigami he'd been talking to who now seemed to be rambling on with this sort of speech. Was he losing his mind? He must've been because anyone sane would know truthfully that if you had to destroy your own mind to find power you were a fucking idiot, a lost cause, an empty casing.

With an eyebrow perched he would swallow lightly, the confusion pouring through his pores which would grow quite obvious to this "guy" in front of him. Koen's heart had come back down to a reasonable beating rate and here he still felt like he had lost twelve IQ points listening to this guy speak. Was he really this lost suddenly? It couldn't have been this bad...and if it was there was no sort of help available in any world for him. It wouldn't even be natural if Koen decided to cackle or chuckle so he'd hold a few back, swallow them as best as he could and breath easy within that little process. What was this world coming to when it came to certain people? It made the Seventh Squad Shinigami begin to believe that people shouldn't have been able to think on their own...

"What the hell is wrong with you?"
he'd ask, his eyes narrowing.
"Do you have any idea how stupid you sound?
Do you realize that you sound like an asshole?
I'm not in an attempt to bring you down...
But bro get your priorities straight.
If you can't find power without destroying yourself..."
he'd turn his back to the warrior.
Then turn in your Zanpaktou."

[nova]

Sore listen to Koen. While doing so, Sora took out his Zanpatou and placed it into the ground. Then, Sora put his hand onto the bottom of the hilt and start pull himself upwards with one hand. Having his legs up into the air and his legs pointing straight. The sword wiggles around. Sora keeping his balance at the best, he could.

After a few moments he fell forward. Some of the others laughed at him. Koen seemed to Sora rather ticked off for his questions and his opinion. Could he really be angry at him for how his personality? For Sora having his own opinion? Sora never once insulted Koen for his opinion.

He listens to him and respected it. Yet Koen, just went on saying he should turn in his Zanpatou. To turn in something that was part of his own soul! What right did Koen have to say that to him? Didn't Sora have the right to speak his mind? Didn't Sora have the right to think for himself and believe in something differently than he did?

“You missed understood me, Koen of squad seven. The question itself is simply a what if. In my question there is no way of such thing could happen. Lost of free will, in my opinion, would be the only way of complete love and peace. For all three worlds. In back to matter of power. I cannot say I will lose myself into that path. How can I know? I cannot predict the future. Will I lose myself and become tyranny or always be in control and become justices? You may look at me and think I’m asshole. I am an asshole. But during this time of this conversation, I am in control with myself. True enough, I need some kind of chaos in my life. That’s just me.”

[Ichiro]

The disturbing feeling that had welled up inside of him would begin to fade though he still tended to take a little look back on the words and let loose a sigh of some sort or another. As he said, maybe Koen had misunderstood and maybe he hadn't. Maybe this was just the way the warrior would've liked things to be for himself while the Seventh Division shinigami didn't like it. It was highly doubted on the part of Koen but at the same time all so possible. With this roaming his mind he would make it clear that there was to be no more bashing of any kind toward the warrior who'd begun to do some kind of odd movement with the blade that was to save him from a gruesome death. Tch, he was no one to talk however, he had done worse if not just as much. Twirling the thing around like it was some kind of toy? Preposterous.

Something of an odd look would remain on that of his face as he stood here, back toward the warrior, eyes peering past his shoulder from recently turning due to the words he'd spoken which had made him look quite deserted. It was a momentary thing however, it cleared as the fog would eventually from the minds of those who seemed to be lost in themselves or those who had no way to go, no direction. Obviously Koen knew what his was and how he was going to get it...it was just the matter of getting started up that kicked him back and forth like a soccer ball. It seemed a bit more difficult than anything else he'd done in this life given to him by who knows what person. The second life, the afterlife...the life of a shinigami. Something that should never be taken lightly for anything was possible. Turning to the one behind him he would speak:

"Well I can wish you good luck."

[nova]

Luck, who the hell coin the word luck? Whoever thought shit happens because of luck?! Luck had nothing to do with anything. Luck to Sora was just another way of saying you have no skill at all. Sora did not need luck. He was good enough all on his own.

Sora looked at the clock and noticed his shift was over. Finally, he thought to himself. Sora closed and senses all the spirit pressures. He didn’t sense any of the prisoner spirit pressures trying to make a run for it or anything. This was good. Despite the fact he had played around and taking this poor man time up.

Nothing had happened. His amusement was taken care of thanks to Koen. Sora face turn more serious look. Which was much different than the one he had been making this whole time he had been making. He was really a serious person, but mainly when he was off duty. On duty, he just gets bored. He gave Koen a polite manner bow and then smiled at him.

“Thank you for the amusement and the conversation. You helped me passed some time for my shift to be over. Please forgive if I had seemed off or been any kind of burden to you. During my shifts, I get bored. Boredom does a lot to me. Incase your wondering what I was doing there a minute ago with my Zanpatou. It was a small training of balance. I tend to do much training I can squeeze in. I hope I can get the chance of meeting you again. Good bye”

Sora had taken another manner polite bow and made his exit of the tower.

-exit-

[Ichiro]

A sudden turn of events no? Things had gotten pretty interesting here and all of a sudden one of the two shinigami was splitting since their "shift" was over. In all honesty Koen wanted to unleash a sinister and soul puncturing laugh from the deepest pits of his body in the face of this guy but not only would that likely cause a deal of tension to build in between the two but some sort of wall where one would stop the other from doing as they pleased no matter what as well. It was nothing personal but Koen had just been the type to speak his mind and nothing but his mind whether the one listening liked it or not and obviously he didn't like it but it had seemed ti help him out a bit. Chuckling as he noted his last few remarks he would turn himself and begin to head off.

"Believe me...
You could never be my burden.
With a worth so slim..."

He would note such a thing near sarcastically, unheard to the one who had made up their mind on what they wanted to do. What the future brung would be interesting on both their parts and how they handled business would arouse the most of interest. It was a small world out there no matter how big the person who roamed it had been and the sooner all would recognize this the better off they would be. A mouse trap is only as dangerous to a mouse as his intelligence and this guy he'd spoken with seemed to be quite a sad mouse. From the pits of his body would he wish upon him the best of luck no matter what he thought. A fool in a fool's world...that's how things were to be it seemed.

Exit!