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Post by HiTi on Aug 18, 2010 16:40:23 GMT -8
It had been a few days since Shiranai Furei of the 9th Division had been stationed in Karakura Town for hollow scouting. He dreaded this job over all of the other missions he could have possibly been given. He ran a hand through his sandy brown hair as he stared into his reflection in the running water. Still, this mission was better than actually being sent off to fight hollow. His chances of dying had decreased slightly. The only thing capable of killing him seemed to be boredom. Dying of boredom was far worse than being eaten by some fiend. Of course this was all in Shira' opinion.
He kept gazing at his reflection in the water, admiring his well kept Shinigami garments. If it were up to him, he would be somewhere resting on a roof in Karakura, but the last thing he needed was someone reporting him being lazy to his superiors. That was the key reason for him being placed on his job. "Mannn. What's a guy gotta do around here to get any sort of relaxation?" he would ask himself as he stared up at the night sky. The stars were out. At least he got to see those.
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Post by ami on Aug 18, 2010 17:03:21 GMT -8
The memory of fighting her inner hollow and transforming a monster was still fresh in her mind. And, as nature would have it, she needed air.
The air she needed was one that Hidenseido could not offer her. She was currently undergoing training by Kisho in order to maintain a mask for longer periods of time. It was hard, and it took a beating to her stamina. Kyotei Sarumasa, former 3rd Seat of the 6th Division, was our in the town -- a rarity in itself. But she felt slightly overwhelmed with the whole being-another-being thing, and it was hard to think when she was forced to train endlessly. It was suffocating, and she needed out like a rat in a cage. In the end, she supposed that was all she could be.
Traveling down the banks of Karasu River, her eyes steady on the grass her feet would walk on, she let her thoughts race. Each picture in her head ran rampant across her memory recall, and even though she was jumping tracks repeatedly, it felt freer some how. She was slightly careless in that she wasn't anticipating any beings other than humans sitting at the bank, except for a chance hollow perhaps. But upon seeing the black Shikakusho, she lifted her eyes slightly to find a man she had nearly walked into.
"[white]Apologies.[/white]"
Her voice was monotonous and still unfocused. She hadn't realized it until now, but her right hand was resting on the hilt of her sheathed zanpakuto -- basic reaction on her part. She was always on the edge, viewing all as potential enemies. She had been a part of them once, she remembered. But she also remembered they weren't her enemy even though she no longer was so. Her hand fell back to her side, and once again, the blonde Shinigami fell back into her earlier state -- lost in thought, no focus on reality. It was easier to do that now, after all.
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Post by HiTi on Aug 18, 2010 20:06:06 GMT -8
Shira's gaze up at the stars continued. The Shinigami had somehow managed to get himself lost in the tiny bright skylights. That was until he could feel what he considered his personal space being invaded. It was like feeling the presence of someone or something else near you. The feeling always seemed to unease Shira, but there wasn't a feel of any hollow reiatsu, so there had been no reason to be on guard.
After hearing the voice of the individual who had invaded his personal space, he was surprised to find a girl. She didn't seem the type to get nervous. She'd only spoken one word of apology when she'd nearly bumped into him. This one had to be one of those cool, calm, and collected types.
He brought his left hand to the back of his head, scratching into his hair with his fingers lightly. "Ahh. No problem. Just remember to..." Shira averted his gaze to the girl's hand which had been resting upon her zanpaktou. This had thrown the three Cs out of the window. He would have never admitted it, but his heart rate actually sped forward for a slight moment. The worse attacks were the attacks that you never saw coming. Shira would have thought this to be one of those attack had the girl not brought her hand to her side.
"Phew. Scared me for a second. I thought you were going to cut me. You don't have to worry about me. I don't attack women. As long as they don't grow claws and try to eat me, everything's kosher." Shira assumed she wasn't the talkative time, and he didn't like spoiling a potential conversation. It could have been a tad bit better than listening to the sound of the river.
"I'm Shiranai Furei, of the 9th Division. I'd extend my hand out for a shake, but I wouldn't want you to cut it off." he would say, smiling slightly at his own joke. "Who might you be? If you don't mind me asking of course? I've never been one to push for information. I'd leave that kinda stuff to the Second Division."
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