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Post by Shibu on Jan 14, 2010 2:30:46 GMT 1
Upon walking into the hospital that seemed rather calm, not very busy at the current time; the nameless comrade of mine around my shoulders as I kept him from falling I had spoke to the person at the front desk “So this guy is pretty fucked up, might wanna work your magic or something. Don’t know his name but his reiatsu screams of a Shinigami” Without saying much more they seemed to take him I suppose and get to work? I really hadn’t known to be quite honest with you, it all seemed rather fast. The power of healing with reiatsu, it had been the first time my light blue optics had ever laid upon such an odd but rather awesome occurrence.
Oddly however, I found myself waiting for them to heal the man so I could then introduce myself to him. Didn’t wanna make it one of those points where he was wondering who the hell I was and I just disappeared or whatever else that case may be. So while the area was rather large with beds one across the other, I leaned against the wall near the bed that the comrade had been laying in. Didn’t wake him, didn’t want to. I just waited until he got up so I could introduce myself, and get too talking I guess. Hell, it had been better then being on patrol.
I felt almost as though I had been the kid in High School that found an excuse for not having to be in class and whatever it was, he’d roll with such excuse just so he didn’t have to be in class. This had been kinda the case with me and nothing having to go on patrol in Karakura Town. My light blue optics had looking at the man awaiting him to wake, I wasn’t sure how much time had passed but it felt like quite a long while. My light blue eyes looking up at the ceiling now, it had been all but obvious that waiting for him to awake was rather boring.
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Post by Ichiro on Jan 14, 2010 4:03:01 GMT 1
Flashing lights and odd screams... So many questions flooding these wild dreams. The pain would cease and his mind would cleanse itself, from the mysterious battle that brought him so close to the brink that would bring death. The power of reiatsu was never questioned no matter who had possessed it in his time. It was another tool that could and would no doubt do its part to save one from the troubles of another - something that had stapled itself in these Shinigami's lives without their approval. The care he'd been given as he rested in the hospital, brought by some other shinigami he no doubt looked forward to meeting would be of the best. There was no wondering when it came to these last few moments - yet again he'd gotten lucky and pulled back into the arms of the Soul Society. They say three time's the charm? Three is the magic number?
"I'd rather not find out."
he'd exclaim.
The words would leave his mouth just barely. This ally of his wouldn't be able to hear it should he still be somewhere near him. It was nothing but assuring that he was conscious once again, a slit of light propelling down into the silver optics he'd been birthed with all those years ago. A slight struggle with his muscles would bring his right hand to shield his eyes from the light that shined down on him, sight blurred at the moment but nothing serious. Curious of where he'd been for a moment, his eyes would surf the scene before landing upon this Shinigami, the only one around and quite near him. It must've been the guy who'd brought him here with a little bit of hassle along the way, his weight a bit much maybe. However he couldn't help but feel as though he'd been of burden to him and caused more than enough trouble.
Though the two had no idea who the other was it was quite obvious that they would do anything for a comrade - and just to think, the voices running through his mind would shout out to him, bringing up the curiosity that he should've already had from the moment he'd been taken from his knees. What was he doing there?, the only thoughts to course through his head - the words gracefully breathing the breath that should've been his own purposely. Lips parting as needle sharp pains would push through the left side of his body while he sat up, he'd bring this right hand to the battered and torn part of his body. It was clear the blood had stopped flowing through the flesh wounds and now it would be the sore and aching part of that glorious battle's residue. Stained with battle would he be for the next few days and possibly weeks, he would nod.
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Post by Shibu on Jan 14, 2010 21:41:27 GMT 1
I heard the slight ‘Yo’ come over from the area where the man had been lying down because of the wounds. As he had my light blue optics that had at the current time been looking up at the ceiling of the hospital now start to move down towards the voice in a lazy but calm like manner. The slight “Heh” gracing my lips as I saw the man while he sat up “Finally up? Thought you’d be out for another hour or so; feels like you’ve been out for a good two hours.” I said with this slight calm expression escaping my lips. That was indeed the case, but I hadn’t really minded much as I didn’t have to patrol if I made sure everything was fine with the man.
Though I was sure the man had a question going through his mind as to who the holy fuck I was, so I figured I might as well get the whole introduction thing finished with. “Sumiyaka Shikaku, 7th Division and as of right now, I’m as special as the plunger that sits right next to the toilet in every hospital here and I’d shake your hand but as of right now it seems my ass has found a decent spot upon this floor.” My light blue optics placed around the mans bandages as I saw him grasp himself I continued “Might wanna watch it, reopening that wound would be a pain in the ass, oh and thanks for getting me outta patrol duty.”
During this whole conversation my Zanpaktou had been in my hand, as I never really kept it towards my side, I had always carried it. So as I continued to talk, while sitting on this floor, I put the sheathed Zanpaktou upon my right side. My light blue eyes looking over in that direction as the Zanpaktou made this slight ‘clicking’ noise upon resting on the floor. Once putting the Zanpaktou down, moving my eyes back towards the man I continued “So, I’ve ran into two hollow’s; I’ll spare you the stories, one I’m not going to tell you even if you ask… not to sound rude. Though, I’ve never ran into one to where battling the hollow fucked up the entire area… care to enlighten me on the story?”
Putting my elbows upon my knees as I pushed my feet in, allowing the knees to bend as I placed the elbows upon them I continued “I mean if you’re still all wow’d about the whole thing then we can talk about the battle another time, either’s fine with me, I’d just like a story before bed is all.” I said with the slight chuckle as I had said that.
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Post by Ichiro on Jan 15, 2010 0:49:03 GMT 1
Koen would chuckle just barely himself as this Shikaku spoke off. Of course the name hadn't been common as far as he'd been concerned but what had truly caught his attention was the next part of his sentence - the part that led to the knowledge of him being a 7th Division Shinigami, Dispatchment like he himself. To watch over Karakura town without a problem was something that Koen would actually like to do while the words spilled from this new comrade's mouth definitely spoke out to him, somethng different. For some reason he'd rather not watch over the place and protect those who needed it most? His eyes filling with curiosity as he momentarily zoned out of the speech tossing itself from his mouth, the wounded shinigami would return with a fake smile and another laugh as to what was previsouly said.
Though this moment was an awkward one it wouldn't affect the growing friendship if that's what this was. The maimed body of his was screaming for activity at this point or at leat he thought it was. It was never like him to stay in bed whether sick or not. Even though he was laid back there were some points when resting just wasn't appropriate and this was definitely one of those moments. The silver eyes of his would lay on the one who took a seat, knees bending as he spoke on about his own little Hollow squabbles and even one that wouldn't be spoken of. Maybe it didn't go well... or maybe something happened with him that he hadn't expected to? An endless variety of possible reasons which was one of his own why he wouldn't continue to wonder on it. Swallowing as he closed his eyes to take a look back to what had happened, he would grin.
The warrior was definitely still wow'd about what had happened and how he managed to come out on top but it was something that he actually wanted to talk about rather than keep it to himself. It would be locked on his mind for possibly years to come seeing how it had been his first actual battle and indeed one of the most interesting ones he would find in this second life of his. Should the scars he'd owned now never fade he would have his sudden reason to go ballistic on the entire Hollow society. There was nothing he wanted to be physically stained with for an eternity of life - Nothing. However, his words would pull together as his eyes locked onto Shikaku again:
"Haha, well. Y'see, I had decided to take a rest."
he would speak quickly.
"Had gotten some stuff done and was pretty much
on duty, watching over Karakura. Took a seat and started countin' stars...
When I feel the earth shake. Like anyone, I got curious.
Got up and took a look around... And there he was -
A Twenty-One Story Hollow... Like what the fuck did it EAT!?"
he'd continue sarcastically yet truthful.
"My heart was racing as I'm only...human...and he grabs some guy.
Gets ready to eat him and I put some lightning through his hand...
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Post by Toushiro™ on Jan 17, 2010 4:47:39 GMT 1
Tora had entered this hospital and he was wondering around to find something to do or see if anythings suspcious. As he continued to walk through the hospital, he looked into every room that he passed and nobody was in any of them. He heard chatting and he waited until he got to that room to see who it was. The hospital wasn't that busy at all today, but he wanted to get into something. He passed a room with someone sitting up on a bed and another sitting on the floor with his zanpaktou next to him. "(Finally...)" He said as he thought to himself. He entered the room and they were talking about hollows.
That let Tora know that they're shinigami. What division were they from? He wanted to gathe information about them, so in the future he knows he can trust them. His eyes pierced the man sitting on the floor. He glared at him for a few seconds, and then he glared at the man sitting on the bed. "If your wondering why I'm here is because I'm bored. I need something to do and I'm curious to know what happened to you..." He glared at the man sitting on the bed and he looked at his wound. "By the way, I'm Tora Tatsumaki, of the seventh division." While his hands were inside of his cloak.
He reached for the hilt of his zanpaktou and he began to unsheathe it. He squinted his eyes and quickly unsheathed it and held it to the ceiling. Opened his hand and let it drop to the ground, to show that he means no harm. The sound of his zanpaktou hitting the ground, made him feel weird. He'd never done that before and he stepped on it, and then he pulled it to where he can rest his feet ontop of it. He looked at the wounded man and he waited for his answer. He already thought about the hollow that attacked and thought that the hollow must've been pretty hard to fight.
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Post by Shibu on Jan 17, 2010 20:45:24 GMT 1
Shit post and soz for the wait, muse is worse then the smell of shit ( which my shit don't stink FYI ).
I had listened to story, attempt to somewhat get a mental image of sorts. Like reading, which for the record I had never done, but the point was that it’d be like IF I read. You’d attempt to try and act as if you were watching TV or something of the sort. Though something hadn’t clicked as I heard his voice through my ears “21 fucking stories? Heh, damn, what the fuck did it eat indeed.” A 21 story hollow, they had the ability to reach such levels? I’ve faced an about 3 story hollow and then the other being about the size of an human but 21 stories, tch. I had started to wonder if these hollows had been that size or if something smaller had been normal. Basically, I wondered if what I ran into was normal or what my comrade had ran into was normal.
Though another apparent shinigami had graced their presence into the very hospital that we had been ‘relaxing’ at. His approach though was odd, my light blue optics placed upon the man I watched as he just unsheathed his Zanpaktou and let it stab itself into the ground. As he had introduced himself though, I replied “Sumiyaka Shikaku, also 7th Division; we’ll talk about that whole unsheating approach after this mans story.” I had said with the slight hint of sarcasm. Then looking lazy like back at Koen I had said “If you’re down for continuing my man, please do.”
The more I had sat there; I thought about it, this whole thing felt somewhat like some damn campfire. Marshmallow’s and shit roasing over the first as we allowed someone to tell their story, it was… stupid. But hey, if it got me out of patrol for today, I was down for anything. Of course anything that wasn’t too sick or crazy, I suppose. Shrugging the though off, if the man continued, I’d listen and if he hadn’t, it’s whatever.
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Post by Ichiro on Jan 17, 2010 23:10:05 GMT 1
An eyebrow perching as this other shinigami entered, Koen would look and listen on, halting his little battle story momentarily. No doubt a bit interesting the way he placed his blade into the ground and started off speaking as if the duo of shinigami hear had known him somehow... At the least, his actions would be questioned but upon hearing these names would the maimed shinigami in bed continue into the odd depths of this story he'd begun to tell. Eyes closing momentarily as the moment and every action came flooding back into the wide world that would be his mind - he'd take his sight to the newcomer and place a finger on his own chin in wonder of what could be said to interrupt should he choose to do something so stupid here. Though it was highly doubted, in this world people were capable of near anything especially when an intro was as odd as his.
The time spent in the bed here was some to remember and though he'd been near death just a bit ago he was surely looking forward to encountering yet another Hollow of some kind or another. Foolish it may be called, but in his eyes it is simply bravely on the brink of... Whatever. Movement cautious, Koen would swallow and release a breath moments after and from this point would he continue on - wondering with every word that would leap from his hips whether these warriors at hand would be able to be trusted sometime within the future... Only because these types of allies would definitely be needed whether one was in trouble or simply looking for conversation, they were and could by Koen himself be valued to incredible points... Though, his lips would part...
"Mkay...
So this guy falls to the earth
& this beast ass Hollow swings to the dirt.
Like the quick thinker I was, a Flash Step took me under the tricep
And there I looked for climbing up his body.
Yeah I had jumped into a miss and got back handed but it was no biggie.
Heart still racing, adrenaline pounding me crazy -
I pushed myself from his arm and into the air only to get slugged again..
A fist dead to my torso....or entire being rather.
I don't know what was broken there, but it sure as hell hurted.
Weight shifted, I threw myself onto his fist and sent a Hado toward him.
Something of a waste, but it lead to me retaliating.
He'd lifted his arm, twisting me off of it, only where I'd hooked onto
his iron skin and took another leap to his face.
Blade poking for him, I thought everything was good...so close.
And then he disappears and re-appears right "there".
As prepared as I'd been, I turned my body and shoved my Zanpaktou
through his head - at which point would he begin ravaging
in pain.
I'd been smirking at this point and now it was the time for him to perish.
Slugging it through his face, I'd shatter his mask and split his dome...
Did I mention where he re-appeared and pounded my body the moment my blade entered him?
And how the big ass spike on his head tore through my side?
Think I did..."
He would speak near endlessly.
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Post by Toushiro™ on Jan 18, 2010 2:06:44 GMT 1
After hearing what they said, he now knows. All three of them are from the same division. Tora felt right being next to them and knew he was going to be okay. He heard what the Toienka said about fighting the hollow this afternoon. It must've been intense pain that he inflicted. His body was pretty banged up and Tora probably wanted to help him. He don't know why but he wanted to. The other shinigami sitting on the floor was surely being sarcastic about wonring why he unsheathed his zanpaktou. Tora felt a little insulted but was going to let it slide by him, because it was just a little remark on the way he acted.
He looked at the both of them and he sighed, as he shook his head, "I don't know who got the beating... You or the hollow?" Tora was being sarcastic as he tried to get at least one of them to laugh. Then he thought about what the other shinigami said, and then chuckled. "Hey, Sumiyaka! The reason why I dropped my zanpaktou to the ground, is because I come in peace... I don't wanna harm any of you, and really I don't care if you were being sarcastic or not." He took his feet off his zanpaktou and grabbed it with his right hand tightly as the veins in his hand became visible.
His right hand went into his black cloak and he sheathed his zanpaktou. All of them heard it because it made a clicking sound when it shutted, Tora smirked and then looked up at the ceiling. He lyed back on the bed and put, both of his hands behind his head to support it. His spine was pressing up against his zanpaktou and it hurted him a little. "What're you going to do after you get out of the hospital? I'm speaking to the both of you... I need something to do." Tora answered and waited for their replys.
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Post by Shibu on Jan 18, 2010 19:40:12 GMT 1
Lifting my right hand up slowly I had allowed the open hand to grace my face, brushing my hand down against my said face. Sitting down in this area for long periods of times had been rather tiresome, as one could only imagine. Though while I had done this, I listened to Koen’s story, when he finished, I gave out the slight yawn, stretching out both hands. Almost as someone would do after waking up from a slight nap; this wasn’t out of disregard to the man, just a simple… good story reply. Kinda like how in some countries a burp is a complement to the very chief that made the food. While I had been doing this I heard Tora ask Koen that he hadn’t known who received the beating, Koen or the hollow.
My light blue optics opening up I’d have said something to his question, if it could be classified as such. But thinking upon it, I decided to say nothing, sorta just let it slide kinda deal. While my eyes had looked at Tora he spoke again, though this time about my remark from his ‘odd’ introduction. The slight smirk gracing my face I simply said “Well you do your thing, though that Zanpaktou will be hitting the floor often if you plan to meet a lot of Shinigami… I hear there is quite a good amount of us.” The smile was still graced upon my face after say such sarcastic reply.
Putting my hands by my side now, grasping the sheathed area of my Zanpaktou I heard Tora ask another question of what we had been planning to do after we left the hospital. Still having my light blue optics placed upon the man I replied “Me, I’m probably gonna sleep. Koen took forever to wake, almost fell asleep myself. If you have any female siblings that aren’t underage though… I don’t mind if they join me.” My light blue optics now taking a slow travel over towards Koen I continued “Though I’m getting outta patrol duty by making sure he’s okay so I guess I’m his body guard or some shit until he says he’s fine.” The very eyes I possessed now looking over at Tora though when looking, I hadn’t moved my neck “So if you do have those siblings tell them that it’ll be a while possibly.”
The slight smirk gracing my lips once more, I needed to stop these sarcastic shots. Though I always seemed to do so, see just how far I could kid around with these comrades. Just what I could say and what I couldn’t and I always said these sarcastic shots in the calmest of tones. “If not, I’m sure my main man Koen won’t let me down.”
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Post by Ichiro on Jan 18, 2010 21:48:32 GMT 1
It seemed as though the two were unintentionally bashing each other and didn't notice. Or maybe they were masters at sarcasm... Either way, the Shinigami's harsh feeling beneath the bandages would lead him under will to climb from the bed he'd sat in, stumbling to the wall and catching himself before a harsh fall, his right hand would be placed up against it to support himself as he chuckled toward the two. This guy just didn't want to patrol Karakura eh? The silver optics of Koen would roll toward Tora who stood in place, his words a bit straight forward and interesting all the same. Though he had no clue when exactly he'd be at one hundred percent of health again it was would be interesting to see what this guy had planned for the future, what he wanted to do exactly. Bandaged like a man in a full body cast, he'd look toward the two a bit harder, forcing himself to stand up straight a moment before grasping his Zanpaktou by the middle of its heated sheathe.
Just something about it brought on this warm feeling... Something about it was aiming to lead him somewhere. His eyes would fall shut, his person mentally fading from the slight situation at hand as he begun to wonder - to picture himself back in Karakura once more. The noise that would roll through his mind again, the rushing, rising flame and the barreling and crunching sounds of wood. Random screams from a child scared out of her mind... What was this? The pain he'd begun to feel in reality, the burning and the lacerations appearing (mentally), his skin would begin to darken for blood flow would begin to increase as well as the amount of reiatsu he'd that had been flowing. Like red wine on a snow white carpet would the blood strain these bandages along the left side of his torso, the warmth of his blood flow fading and this blood left to be acknowledged.
His eyes would open quickly at this point as he tried to hide the sudden blood flow. Of course it wouldn't last for more than a few moments but still, he didn't want to seem as though he needed "extra" care or some odd thing such as that. Swallowing as his heart slowed to a normal rate, he would let a small friendly smile grace his worried facial as he spoke, his right hand transferring the Zanpaktou and running through the Crimson Mass atop his crown:
"You two haha, equal ridiculous."
he'd note with that smile along his face.
"Tora, what is it you wanna see?
And Sumiyaka, if you don't mind hangin' around...
It'd be pretty cool - but you're tired so, I guess
you can rest."
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Post by Toushiro™ on Jan 19, 2010 3:49:25 GMT 1
Tora had felt like there was nothing that he could do right now. He was starring into the ceiling light. If he kept that up, he would probably go blind. He closed his eyes and waited for their replys, and when one of them spoke. It was from sumiyaka's mouth. He let out another sarcastic remark. Tora smirked at what he said, although it was kinda funny. He giggled a little and then he cleared his throat. Tora was feeling good chilling with the both of them, and he was going to stick around. He shook his head, and then he Sumiyaka responded to his question.
Tora thought of that as another sarcastic remark and he thought about having the pleasures of a girls near him. He had a thought of girls pleasuring him, and he wasn't going to let it slide. "Sumiyaka, haha. I wish I had the company of girls... Oh i wish... But no." Tora was cool with his answer and then he listened to what he said about what he's going to do. Tora thought of doing the same thing. His mind was as clear as a physco room. His body temperature was cool and he felt fine. Although Koen didn't look so good, he was acting weird and he knew that he wanted to stick around and see what happens.
Koen was looking weird too, he wanted to assist him, but he thought he might do something wrong. So he stood out of it. He waited for Koen to speak, and when he did, he compared Tora and Sumi. Tora smirked at what was said and he wiped his forehead as he was starting to get hot. He sat up and looked over to Sumi, and then Koen. He lyed back down and then sighed. Stretched his legs and arms, and then he sighed again. He startd to look into the ceiling light again, and he spoke. "Well... I guess, I'll stick around with you guys... It seems fun with the both of you, I have nowhere to go.
I don't want to see nothing but action which isn't going on... So why not... I'm about to take a nap, so don't wake me unless we're being attacked ok? My little Sumi... You sarcastic bastard!" He said as he smiled and drifted off to sleep. A few minutes after thinking about the pleasures of women around him.
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Post by Shibu on Jan 19, 2010 4:36:55 GMT 1
Looking at Tora saying he was going to take himself a nap right then and there I smirked slightly. The dude was trusting that I wouldn’t mess with him? Heh, it was only going to be slight but it’ll happen, it’s going to happen I said to myself. Won’t type of friend would I be if I hadn’t messed with the man, I mean, saying friend is a little too far out there after just meeting the man but he didn’t seem to get so uptight with my kidding gestures. So this wouldn’t become any different would it, nah, I doubted it. Though as my light blue optics had been lying upon Tora I started to move my eyes lazy like over towards my other comrade. The more calm and serious acting one, Koen, though at first, I had assumed he had been almost like myself; or maybe he was he just hadn’t been feeling well.
When looking over at him and his attempts at getting up, and having a rough time at that I simply said “Maybe you shouldn’t be doing that dude, I mean I don’t know what it feels like to reopen a wound but I can only imagine it doesn’t feel good and I’d say cool, I’ll split but… looking at you getting up and not being able to walk straight has me saying that I should stay.” While saying these simple words I had been wondering what he was doing, he needed to chillax. Just lay down, not much he could do as it is anyways; he couldn’t find in that condition, no one could. Though then it hit me “Oh, you gotta drain the dragon? If so, my bad man; go ahead and do your business.”
To be blunt though, as my light blue optics had been placed upon the man it seemed more and more as though he just wanted to walk and my head gave this slight shake in the softest of no motions. I’d tell him to yet again, chill but I wasn’t the guys Pop. He was going to do what the hell he was going to do, and it appeared as if my suggestion to him on chilling might have just fallen on deaf ears, maybe, or maybe he’d listen, who knew. Either way, I had other business to attend to, Tora… Tora, Tora. Falling asleep, man I couldn’t allow that now could I? Getting up, having my sheathed Zanpaktou in my right hand as I used my left to get up I headed over towards where Tora decided to rest.
My steps being rather slow but the room hadn’t been that big to begin with, the slight smirk gracing upon my lips as my light blue optics had looked at him. Then, getting ready I seemed all shocked as I used my left hand to shake Tora like crazy as I started to yell “Get the fuck up Tora, get up! Hollows are attacking, come on man, lets go fuck them up!” Upon saying such, figuring my comrade had been up I had put my left hand upon the hilt and I acted as if I was about to unsheathe my Zanpaktou and get ready for war, when in actuality… Hollows hadn’t been anywhere, I just wanted to see the reaction on his face and I hoped to hell it was priceless.
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Post by Ichiro on Jan 19, 2010 6:40:40 GMT 1
It seemed things were going down the drain here. Everyone was bored or didn't want to do what they were supposed to or even entitled to. It seemed a bit odd for a moment more or two but the sudden feeling that he'd gotten from Sumiyaka announcing he should chill would take him somewhere he only wished he could truly be. The wounds he had suffered from his fight were undoubtedly healing it was just the time that it would take that had begun to annoy him. Like he was somewhere on a pedistal above the two before him who had begun to even act a little childish with one another, playing around and even going as far enough as to scare the shit out of the other person. Koen's silver beams locking onto Sumiyaka's figure were enough to announce what he was thinking... He was quite ready to play a joke on the napping shinigami and honestly if he was able to move as he pleased, Koen would join in.
Sumiyaka's creeping over to the soft spoken warrior laying on the ground would be a bit interesting for the look on his face had shown the sinister thinking and even forced Koen to wonder what the man was going to attempt on this newly found ally. Their previous exchange of words had been enough to tell what the future would lead to -- such wanting of action and ignition into the world of Hollows... It was something of a goal that he needed to find. The fallen spirits of those who were once good and turn to the face of evil and maiming for whatever known purposes. It was pointless and sad all the same. Why act out when one could simply force themselves into an after life that would lead to something... "better" for them. Heh, he had strayed, or began to rather. His mind was falling into a larger place thanks to the acting of these two.
His hand reaching out, Koen taking a seat to watch as his face completely flunked out... Eyes shifting into half cut ovals with pin pupils and a slit for his mouth, he'd watch on it awe - wondering what exactly the one asleep would awake with. It was a pretty sad sight to see one waking the other in a manner such as this but all the same it made him feel like this was his true home. This hospital work wasn't his style but for the time being he would need to deal with it. After the reaction of this warrior along the floor asleep Koen would find his way back to the bed with his Zanpaktou in hand. This was only the beginning of an annoying day, the pain was what made it such. It just couldn't be hidden. |
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Post by Toushiro™ on Jan 20, 2010 3:33:08 GMT 1
~Dream~
Tora was sitting in a hot tub with five half naked girls sitting next to him. He had the biggest smile on his face as they doing as he asked. He was relaxed and enjoying himself, the water was right and so was the girls. He was sipping a nice ice cold drink and enjoying their company. The temperature was nice and it was letting off a good breeze on him. He closed his eyes as he enjoyed what was happening, and he felt really good. After sipping his drink, he sighed in a good mood. "What could be better then this..." He said in a soothing calm voice. Then he heard a voice calling to him.
He didn't know where it was coming from. It began to grow louder and louder. The girls and the image of his fantasy dream began to fade away and he was starting to awake.
~End of Dream~
His vision was starting to get clear as he opened his eyes and he noticed what Sumi was saying. Tora widened his eyes and he jumped up with a serious worried face.
He was breathing heavy and deep. As he grabbed the hilt of his zanpaktou. Tightly he looked all over the room and he saw nothing. "Where are the hollows?! I'll rip another hole in their ass!" He saw nothing but them in the room. He started to notice there were no hollows and he was wondering why he done such a thing. "Did you kill them allready...?" The feeling of Tora's body and face had changed to a somewhat serious face. He ran towards the door and noticed nothing was there, and then he looked back and saw how they looked normally calm.
He started to think it was a joke and he was confused for a moment. He scratched the top of his head and he started to think. "Wa-Was this a joke...? Are you pranking me?" He started to notice how they were calm as a milking cow. "You sons of bitches! You really had me... Whose the mastermind?' Tora was demanding an answer as he started to giggle. "Whoever done that, disrupted a good dream..." He kept giggling because he'd never been pranked before. The feeling of being pranked made him feel like he was with the right people. |
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Post by Shibu on Jan 22, 2010 23:27:24 GMT 1
My fun had been achieved upon Tora’s reaction as he ran out of the room only to return asking who was the master mind towards this all I pointed back over towards Koen. My point had been lazy like, like laid back, calm, but none the less I pointed at him as I walked back over towards my seated area. Which had been the floor, while walking, my back to Tora as I gave out this slight chuckling smirk I said “Koen, dude made me do it. Said I couldn’t leave until I did, though I’m kinda lazy right now so walking the few blocks to my bed would take some time.” I said giving out the other slight smirk “though soon I might take my leave… shoulda saw your face though man, shit was priceless.”
Upon reaching my seating area as I flopped down upon the floor, my light blue optics now looking at Tora I continued “Though that dream, I can only imagine what it was about.” I said chuckling again. Though as I sat down my smooth silver hair had been flowing upon the movements it took to sit down upon the floor. Letting out this slight huff I wondered what the time had been, I had to be here for over six or so hours. Not that it was problematic just rather… boring. Granted I had been doing things to keep the conversation interesting between the three of us. Letting out this slight huff to escape my lips my light blue optics looked over toward Koen who had been lying down upon the bed again.
Oddly, I felt sorry for the guy. Having to lay down and what not, though I guess he could consider himself lucky that I came along when I did, otherwise I would wonder if he’d be alive right now. Then my light blue optics traveled towards Tora… we had all been apart of the seventh division and this is the first time I’m glad I was apart of such division. Let me gain an understanding of who true comrades were. Yea, I always said that all shinigami are my comrades but I was just lying to myself. You can’t call someone a comrade if you don’t even know their name, much less know them as a person, though I felt like I was understanding these two and it was… cool you could say.
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Post by Ichiro on Jan 25, 2010 1:11:30 GMT 1
It was quite entertaining yet something that would make him want to fall onto his face - the pain he would endure however no doubt halted him from doing such in the first place. Tora falling for something of such caliber and Sumiyaka pointing toward him only enlarged the odd look on his face while his feet would be lifted back to the mat of the bed, his back slowly smoothing itself in place while his hands would rest behind his head, fingers intertwined while he waited for this pranked Shinigami's reply to Sumi's blaming him for the act. In Koen's eyes there was no real point to denying what had just happened, denying the blame for if he had the chance he actually would have done it -- poor job had him feeling all lonely and whatnot. However, with a cynical sneer across his mug he'd look on all curious of where the warrior would take things as he'd been given his answer.
"You shouldn't sleep alone surrounded
by those who've endured pain or boredom
recently Tora."
He'd speak quickly, his eyes falling shut where his sight would remain staring deeply into the pits of endless darkness. The finger that had been extended in his direction would be glared at for a moment and on the inside would Koen slightly chuckle before releasing a sigh from his breath -- something pointless to add onto this odd moment here. His rest would only continue to grow for his body needed to meet one hundred percent as quickly as possible as far as he was concerned. It seemed resting idle wasn't something he particulary favored no matter what it was he had to do or had been through. Beds resembled weakness but in his eyes the laid back part seemed different now. Tightening his jaw with wonder upon his mind he would await the shinigami's action and think to himself how hilarious it could be. |
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Post by Ichiro on Jan 29, 2010 0:19:52 GMT 1
Oh indeed it had truly been interesting, the little bit of time these warriors had technically "spent" together here in the hospital all the while Koen had begun his recuperating. The battle he'd fondled on through was one that he would no doubt remember for years to come and the duo of shinigami he had met here would be as well. However, for now it would have to be left nothing but a blank space - what was to happen between them next for the wounded and battered Shinigami had other wishes he'd needed and definitely want to take care of from this point on. There was some "soul searching" that he needed to take care of and without such a thing he would be lost to the Dark Void that this afterlife currently was. The Azure optics of his would surf the slight scene as he awaited a reply from either of his allies only to figure that he would recieve not a single one. The time had took a leap since he'd last been woke and now it was time for him to part it would seem.
His eyes fueling and fueling with interest on what was next or when he would be healed all of a sudden and not the slightest hint of not caring was on his mind, quite obviously. He would lay back and as he had been in place and remain, optics leveling as darkness began to roam what used to be his peripheral sight, the will of sleep tagging his body and Tora's odd face when hyped up popping into place all hilarious like. There was nothing he could wish for other than an interesting group of friends and it looked as though it took him an entire life-time to find the right ones. As if the inside of his chest had been a drum, his heart would beat it as though it had been one. The final few breaths of his awakening falling dim for he would soon be asleep and once the moment or period rather, of sleep had been consumed, he would cleanse himself from the gauze and bandage and part this Hospital with a sneer upon his face.
All that would be given to the ones he called friends was a wave and a warm friendly smile that anyone could believe had they been around this shinigami long enough... It so easily seemed as if... he had begun to "change" for the better of all else around him - of course he himself was within the equation.
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