In the far east side of Karakura town, a river bank could clearly be seen with a large bridge in the distance. This bridge is used to support both vehicles and even has a sidewalk on each side which allows pedestrians to walk across the bridge without having to worry about becoming involved with the traffic that is sometimes involved when vehicles cross the bridge and become involved with whatever may of caused the problem which halted the flow of the vehicles and delayed people from getting to their destination on time.
On the other side of the river and a few feet away from the bridge where a good amount of traffic occurs, a rather large graveyard can be seen by anyone who wishes to pay attention to the large field covered with fresh grass and tons of tombstones that were placed there by families who obviously had lost people that they cared for. But of course the tombstones were placed there for a good reason, which was to honor the people who have departed from this life only to move on as souls in a completely different place than what they knew while the were alive.
Also there is something else that is very important surrounding the graveyard, after taking nothing more than a short walk up a slightly steep hill. A large clearing that takes the shape of a circle can easily be seen, within the circle however that is surrounded by a large amount of trees on the outside. Is nothing more than a single large stone memorial with a lot of names etched into the surface, the names that are placed into the stone's surface are most likely the names of people who died in wars.
Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2020 5:53 pm
S A W A K O ☤ H A G I W A R A The transition from the Seireitei to the next realm was rather brief and effortless. Within the void there was nothing but it felt as if the passage was moving down. Sawako was starstruck, but also careful not to lose herself in this place. Once she got used to this, there would be plenty of time for experimentation later. After a brief walk, there appeared a set of closed shoji in the vast nothing. She would approach them and as if sensing a presence, part as she neared. On the other side was a place she didn’t recognize; a clearing it seemed as she passed through. Her jigokucho stayed behind the screens as Sawako stepped forth to see some sort of stone monument. So many names filled its surface; so many who had died in a battle it seemed. The woman hummed to herself, glancing the rock over for a moment before looking around. “It seems...we missed our mark. This place is the exact opposite of popular- I don’t sense any Hollow here at all…” Reaching into her bag, the same type of phone that was given to Tora would be pulled out. Tapping on the device, she was hoping to find or pick up on a reading...
Tora blinks as she exits the senkaimon to readjust her eyes to the different lighting. Her whiskers wiggle somewhat as she sniffs the air. "I don't smell any beasts or hollows." Looking around, she is careful to hang back half a step behind Sawako to maintain a respectful pace. Nothing there to alarm her as of yet. She pulls out her shinigami cell phone as Sawako has done and starts running the usual applications. "Well, the map seems to imply there was an event downstream." She stares at the red boxes showing areas that there had been a major event. She had been still in the academy during the attack and hers was a recent promotion.
Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2020 4:20 pm
S A W A K O ☤ H A G I W A R A Unlike herself, Tora relied on her natural abilities that gifted her an acute sense of smell. Watching her aim her cute little nose up in the air to search for a scent was adorable; however, her sticking close behind Sawako afterward was beyond precious. Why did she have to be in a different division?! Would it be possible to persuade her? Having Tora in Squad 12 would be a serious stress reliever from the occasional failed experiment. Just petting her soft and beautiful coat would be enough to lighten any mood. Getting back to the task at hand, they were looking to track down any Hollows in the area. It was as Tora pointed out, there was a reading coming from down the river of some activity. It wasn't much, but something was better than nothing. Locking her phone, she stuffed it in her knapsack, slinging it over her shoulder. "Excellent! Then let's get a move on. Come along, Tora!" she cooed, waving for the kitten to follow her. Down the way, there appeared to be signs of combat that had long ended now. Noticeable claw marks around the area indicated it was a good chance of it being a Hollow attack.
Sawako briefly scanned the area, humming to herself while she thought. Then, pulling her bag off her shoulder again, she would reach in and retrieve another device that almost looked like a creature with a screen on its back while strapped to a stick and several tubes going every which way. Clicking a button, it made odd noises that didn't indicate anything good or bad; although, the smile on Sawako's face would say otherwise. "I'm detecting faint Hollow reiryoku. It's not much, but it's a start. Oh, do you see anything interesting with those special eyes of yours?" she asked Tora with a tinge of hope in her voice. By special, she was referring to her enhanced vision that she had as a cat. Any little thing they found would be useful before they moved on.
Toraneko quickly climbs up on Sawako's back. "Kawaku-sama, I do not see anything yet! But I sure can smell their funk from here! That way, Vice-captain! That old derelict looking hospital or whatever reeks of those monsters!"
Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2020 5:17 pm
S A W A K O ☤ H A G I W A R A The feline suddenly jumping on her back was a surprised but not unwelcome. She could feel her little heartbeat on her back and could not resist the urge to reach over her shoulder and pet her. Giving her gentle scratches beneath her chin, Sawako smiled at Tora while she pointed out some vital information. "Really now? You can smell them from over there?" The shinigami's attention would shift to the area in question. Now that she focused, there was a high concentration of reiatsu in that direction, that felt like it could belong to other reapers. "Well then! Let us go and make ourselves known. I hope we can salvage some vital information from this encounter" she chuckled. She was dismissive, but well aware of the potential danger of the Hollow. Tora's safety would have to come first, otherwise she might face dire consequences later. "Remember, stay close and be on guard" she reminded the cat one last time. With her Flash Step, she would skip over to the abandoned hospital to find these Hollow. Hopefully they were not too much of a handful, she really did not want to get into a full blown fight. If the fighting could be handled by the other shinigami while she could observe and take notes, that would be the best possible outcome!
And I Run Right Back To You, You Crossed The Line And It's Time To Say F You.
With the leaving of the Plains, she lost her direction of where she was going but she comes across a river. Graveyards dot this landscape of a beautiful place, with the sound of waters rushing into her ears. She couldn't help but feel her irritation of humans who would target out of spite the hollows attacking three places wash away and with that, she didn't want to move from this spot. Though she decides to go across the landscape searching for a good spot for a smoke of course which she finds it. Surrounded by the bustle of trees and graves, lies a stone memorial in the middle of a clearing, quite perfect, almost reminds her a certain part of the Soul Society. She would go to it and read over, with tears rolling down her face, people that have died in wars and had their names etched here.
There is nothing that Mirai hasn't seen, wars...the hollows... Shinigami that have died and passed serving the Soul Society. Its the Soul Society as a whole that she hates, not the individuals, there is good Shinigami however she hates Shinigami on a smaller scale, who they serve. If you serve the Soul Society, Mirai would simply see them blinded lot, the blind that would claim that the Soul Cycle balance is important but then again miss something else. Truth...The truth that Soul Society has its corrupted politics that run in its very veins and anyone caught up in it, will become one with those veins along with the corruption if they aren't careful. She reaches into her left pocket with her left hand, delicately looking for her metal casing, it has the symbol of what Sub Shinigami would carry, the combat pass symbol engraved into it. She personally had that made to remind her, she doesn't fight for the Soul Society but for humans, everyone that lives in the World Of The Living. She sits down at a tree, with the casing in hand, pulls out a cig, putting it away very carefully like its a relic of her old past, something she knows will not vanish from her. Someone made that casing for her, most likely in the best material possible but she can't think of it. With a singular fire hadou energy on a finger tip, moving it close to the cig's tip, lit it, with her mouth, puffs up smoke.
The puff of the cig causes the smoke to run into her body, calming her nerves as she can feel herself relax. Her nerves seem to tingle with happiness like they haven't felt this relaxed in a long time, the quivers of the past seem to trend to happy times. Times before that horrible mission...times before her arms got replaced... on top of it, before someone tried to violate her pride as a Shinigami...That is all vanishing away from her as each puff of the cig in her mouth, held in her left hand between a few of her fingers as she would look at the sky. She isn't worried about the humans back at the plains, more of concerned of what can happen to the human realm if they aren't able to fight back that hollow. Nothing she can do for a group that has a few people that have some sort of dislike for Shinigami, this she would blame Soul Society for. Though she hasn't removed the bullet out of her left shoulder, she would reach with her right hand, removing the bullet delicately, it would kind of cause the grass to cause no sound as the bullet gets the dirt. Two bullets actually... no surprise there, the male human didn't hold back.
Though she is on her guard, who knows if one of those humans that attacked her is following after her, back for more, didn't get enough at the idea she would simply leave. If they did chase her, this time around, she won't put up with another cig time being interrupted, she will push back, even if it means them end up dead.
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With A Thousand Lies, And A Good Disguise, Hit'em Right Between The Eyes!
Health Pool: 300 Spirit Energy Pool: 135 Clarity: 50
There wasn't much in this area for atmosphere, that was for sure. The raggedly dressed male slowly walked through a partially crowded bridge walk way, his bandaged eyes hidden just underneath the edge of the hood that was pulled up over his head. He tapped gingerly on the railing that he held in his left hand, every few steps was a tap of his fingers. His head tilted to the side as his lips would almost begin to form a frown. There was certainly nothing much for atmosphere here. He had been hoping to find a place where he could rest for a while, having been traveling for a good deal of time without a real sense of direction. As well as having no one he knew, to ask about anything that was happening in this area. The hustle and bustle of those normal civilians around him, narrowing ducking passed his haggard appearance as their faces would momentarily fill with disgust while looking upon him, something that was clearly lost to the blind man they chose to peer upon. "Filthy beggars are finally coming to the city, looks like!" A single male would call out, as he strolls right up to stand before this blind and bandaged male. "Yeah! s**t like this should just go back to the trash heap they live in." A second male standing beside the first would announce followed by a sharp laugh, before the first would chime in once again. "He's clearly lost, trying to head towards Our Town like this." Said the first, while taking a step towards their new target while cracking their knuckles and forming a twisted grin on their face. "He god damned stinks too! Looks like he needs a bath. Grab his arm, the river can have him!" The first says before taking the last step forwards and grabbing this haggardly dressed male by one arm, his buddy snagging his other and then turning him completely to be facing in towards the roadway, as onlookers stop to stare at what commotion was going on. "You're making a mistake..." The blind male would begin, before feeling his feet lift from the ground as well as the immediate laugh of the two terrible young men that had chosen him as the next target of their 'fun' in this area. His head turned slightly, as he made the motion of staring directly towards the first male that had lifted him as the folds of the bandages could almost make out his gaze tightening in what could only be a glare of sorts. "I wouldn't do thi-" He begins, before the two males lift him fully and send him hurtling over the side of the bridge and towards the water below. The blind male, Samael, simply fell. He did not scream or even flail as he plummeted towards the watery depths below. His unseen eyes still looking in the direction of the two that had sent him over the edge as his entire body splashed into the Karakura River below, and immediately sunk beneath the water's depths. At first he did not even attempt to swim, simply allowing the rushing river to draw his body further away from the bridge and towards wherever the flow of the river lead. Soon he felt the pull of his body's need for air, and pushed himself upwards towards the river's surface with an immediate gasping breath. His hands spreading out to feel around him as he kicked gingerly with his feet, basing his direction on the moving water around him, Samael pushed himself towards one of the edges until he could feel the riverbed beneath his feet and knew he had reached an edge of the river. Slowly and surely he would slowly drag himself from the water, and throw himself on his back at the river's edge. The sunlight reflecting down upon him, with the intention of eventually drying up his soaked clothing should he remain in it's light for long enough. "There sure is a lot of.. Horrible kids, in this part of the world.." Samael says to himself, as he openly sighs and slowly pushes himself up to a sitting position. He knew better then to expect anything less, having full knowledge of his less than acceptable public appearance. Of course such things were to be expected, when finding work as a blind man was near impossible. Even getting around lately has been akin to a nightmare, of course that was more for the fact of those he came across, rather than because of the surroundings. Samael slowly breathed in the air, before focusing his senses to the area around him. "Better atmosphere at least. A lot less hustle here. Should be a good place to rest while my clothing dries out in the sun.." He says to himself once again, while slowly drawing off the clothing from his torso and setting them out flat on the ground beside him. To those that may come across him, the sheer multitude of scars, bruises and injuries that lined his upper torso alone would be a sight to behold. Of course, he did not worry about such things. It was not within his power to add that to his own list of worries, after all, he was going to have to find himself food and shelter eventually, and he doubted such a thing would be simple given that he did not even know his exact location at this point in time. It's too bad that Quincy have basically disappeared from the area, he would at least be able to hunker down with one of them and gain a decent nights rest in the very least. Samael sighed once again, raising a hand outwards and bringing his Spirit Weapon into existence within his hand. "At least I have you.. Vreni Phrixus." He says to the sword in his hand, as he plants it beside him in the ground, gently caressing the waved blade with one hand, before turning his body so that his back could rest against the wide blade's flat side. Hopefully it did not take too long for his clothing to dry in the sun.
Reiatsu 275 | Speed 60 | Strength 110 | Defense 30 | Stamina 53 | Intelligence 50 | Spiritual Power 20 Akachi wandered down the path beside the river, watching people avoid him. He hadn’t washed any of the blood off of him after slaying the hollow, and it still smelled strongly. He also made no motion to hide the blade he wore at his waist. The same kids made a motion towards Akachi, seeing another person in rather ragged clothing, until they saw the sword at his waist and smelled the large amount of blood on him. To Akachi’s disappointment, they crossed to the other side of the path instead of attempting to do the same to him as they did to the other man. Akachi followed the river until he finds where the man came out of the river. He notes the scars covering the man, as well as the sword behind him. He stops a few feet away. “If you had shown the sword while they were getting ready to throw you in the river, they would have run like the chickens they are.” The wind would blow the acrid smell of drying blood directly at Samael.
Health 435/425 | Spirit Energy 135/135 | Clarity 40 | Movement Speed 60
Word Count for Post: 179 * 2.5 = 448 Word Count Total for Character: 7,034
The immediate scent of blood would fill Samael's nostrils as he casually adjusts his sitting position upon the ground, his sight less gaze still facing towards the river he had climbed out of not too long ago, as the figure shrouded in blood finally got within talking distance and spoke out, Samael could not help but chuckle calmly to himself. It seemed the male had seen his little one sided altercation with the normal civilian bullies that had thrown him over the bridge and into the water. "Blutbedeckter Krieger.. You're right, although I didn't feel the need to draw blade on kinder like that. They simple don't understand their actions.. Dumm wie sie waren." Samael says aloud in the heavily German accent that held strong with his heritage, his body still not moving to even attempt to look in the blood soaked male's direction that he was speaking to, after all, turning to look at someone when you did not have the ability to see, was certainly pointless. He casually inhaled the scent of blood that the male behind him gave off once again, as he silently attempted to connect the dots as to why such a figure would be out and about in such a state. Most would take the time to remove the evidence of murder and conflict from their person before continuing out into the world. "So.. Fremder, what can I do for you? I'm afraid I don't have much to offer, other than a place to sit and a conversation though." He finally says after a few moments pause, as he now turns his head to the side and allows his blind gaze to look in the direction of this male despite his clear inability to actually see the male he was looking towards. A casual smile formed across his scraggly unshaven face as he awaited the male's response patiently. If they were simply passing through and noticed his tumble and had decided to make sure he did not need aid, they should find his well being acceptable enough for them to continue on their way. If they were instead choosing another victim for whatever behind the scenes hobby that they did not choose to hide, he was already armed enough to be prepared to defend himself. Yet his instincts told him that there was a certain probability that he could very well be out matched by this particular fellow.
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Blutbedeckter Krieger | Blood-soaked Warrior Kinder | Children Dumm wie sie waren | Stupid as they were. Fremder | Stranger
Reiatsu 275 | Speed 60 | Strength 110 | Defense 30 | Stamina 53 | Intelligence 50 | Spiritual Power 20 Akachi grins at the name he is called. “No, I believe auftragsmörder and verrückteris closer to the truth. It isn’t the battle that interests me, but seeing the life leave their eyes. But those cowards ran, and I didn’t feel like chasing them down.” He speaks openly, not caring if anyone overhears. If they have a problem, they can take it up with him. He hasn’t been arrested yet. Though not for them trying. “I just figured if they assaulted you, they would assault me, and I would have fun killing them.” He sits on the grass, keeping a fair distance from this stranger. Not out of fear or anything, but he found most people get nervous when he gets close. “I recently found out conversation can be just as enjoyable as killing, so I decided to try it out again when I saw you. You stand out. And no need to worry, I know of no contracts out for you and you aren’t attacking me.” He leans over to look at the blade behind Samael, noting its strange shape and wide blade. An intriguing blade. “So, you both speak German and are clearly not from around here. What brings you to this town?”
Health 435/425 | Spirit Energy 135/135 | Clarity 40 | Movement Speed 60
Word Count for Post: 204 * 2.5 = 510 Word Count Total for Character: 7,544
"I'll certainly keep that distinction in mind for the future." Samael responds casually while listening to what else they had to say, it would seem that they were not normally one to partake in conversation. Which was fine, neither was Samael for that matter. Not many would come to talk to a blind explorer clothed the way he was after all. After the male before him asks about his reasons for being here and Comments on his language use, Samael slowly nods his head before shifting his back slightly against the flat of his sword. "There's been a lot of word going around, about Schwertgeister and maskierte Kreaturen showing up in this town. Almost like a hot spot for the dead.." He says as he pauses a minute and turns his head to the side, as if he was listening for something. He soon shakes his head and returns to what he had been saying. "Ich bin vom Mond gesegnet, so I was sent here from my home to help eradicate those beings and return this place to a more peaceful time.. Although from where or by who, is considered a secret. Es tut mir leid, I cannot go further into detail on such things." Samael says as he raises his hands up for a more comical seeming shrug. An almost apologetic smile creasing on his lips as he drops his hands back to the ground rather abruptly. "I am considered a Jäger. A hunter.. He corrects himself with a slight frown before continuing. "My name is Samael, I believe we forgot to introduce ourselves?" Samael says at last as he chuckles a little more to himself. It was true that they never made introductions. Yet at the same time, it wasn't a planned meeting so perhaps they were both a little on guard at first until the situation was made more clear.
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Schwertgeister | Sword Spirit's maskierte Kreaturen | Masked Creatures Ich bin vom Mond gesegnet | I am blessed by the Moon Es tut mir leid | I am sorry
Reiatsu 275 | Speed 60 | Strength 110 | Defense 30 | Stamina 53 | Intelligence 50 | Spiritual Power 20 Akachi listens to Samael, tilting his head each time he speaks in German, as he has to work on translating it, the head tilt showing he is thinking. “I am unused to this sort of interaction, so I forgot to introduce myself as well. My name is Akachi Tomura. And from your use of German and low opinion of both Hollows and Shinigami, I would have to guess you are a Quincy? I apologize if you wanted to keep your secrets, to do well at my job it is best to know all that I can about the various factions. Also, if you want some help with you task, I am always available for hire. I currently operate out of an old abandoned castle I found.” He maintains his relaxed sitting position on the grass, blade sheathed at his side. This man had peeked his interest, just like the monk had earlier.
Health 435/425 | Spirit Energy 135/135 | Clarity 40 | Movement Speed 60
Word Count for Post: 152 * 2.5 = 380 Word Count Total for Character: 7,924
Samael nods his head slowly as he listens before choosing his chance to respond to the male before him he now knows is named Akachi. "Well, Akachi, you need not worry about the secrets thing too much. Any that I have at the moment are simply just not mine to tell." He begins as he thinks over the offer of help from this clearly battle worn individual. Understanding easily that his help could indeed change the tide of battle if recruited at the correct time in the future, although he was not sure about the beliefs of those he was supposed to be meeting up with, within the Quincy that were supposed to be located somewhere in this Town. "I am sure it will not be too long before an attack is made again. I just barely missed the last invasion. Plenty more to be had in the future. Ich bin mir sicher." He says while shifting to slowly rise to his feet. A hand snatching the hilt of his weapon as he flicks it upwards and the entire blade unfolds into quite the resemblance of a bow. His other hand raising and snatching from near his wrist as he draws back an invisible string. A line of Reiatsu forming from the center of the weapon and stretching back before releasing and shooting forward into the River ahead of them both. All the while Samael's face was still pointed in Akachi's direction. "You hungry? I can probably get one or two more.." He says as he rapidly draws back and releases three more arrows while walking towards the riverside and soon directly into the water. His arm extending and with a flick of the wrist the bow snapped back into a sword's form before being implanted into the ground by the river. He then stops to be about waist deep in the river way as he simply stood there as if waiting for something. A few seconds later a fish flopped up onto the top of the water and he immediately snatched it before it sunk once again. Holding the fish in one hand he plunged his free arm into the water a couple of times until he eventually was holding four fish. Each with a hole pierced right through them from the arrows he had shot moments earlier. Samael slowly walked back to the shore and retrieved his weapon from the beach. "You have anything to make a fire? I had Streichhölzer but they're trash now." He says with a chuckle before frowning. "Probably need to figure out Brennholz too.. Didn't think of that." He says as he lays his sword down in the grass and places the four fish upon it.
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ich bin mir sicher | I am sure Streichhölzer | matches Brennholz | Firewood
Raiu was finished training at least for now. And was aimlessly roaming Earth she had no destination in mind. She hums to herself as she walks along side the riverbank. Raiu would pause every now and then as a memory would seem to drift to her as she walked. The memories were mostly of animals hunting for food or sleeping or being hunted. Though once in a while she would find a memory of something else like humans and hollows. She picked up her pace a little it would be nice to find someone to talk to. Or so she thought. Raiu climbs a tree to look around hoping to spot someone up ahead or anywhere around her. The girl does not see anyone but she catches the sent of blood being carried to her on the wind. This raises a blood lust in her which vanishes just as quickly leaving behind confusion. Why would she want to kill when she has never fought at least as far as she could remember. Raiu climbs back down the tree and hurries off in the direction she thought the smell of blood was coming from. Though she had no idea what she would do once she got to where the blood smell was coming from. It was not long before she heard the sound of two men talking. One was using strange words while he spoke. Maybe she could glean a memory from him and learn his other language. She continues to move towards the two men but uses caution as she goes. Raui was not sure how the two would react to her. This would be her first interaction with anything other than another blank. Though she did seem to carry memories of someone else. As she gets closer she hides in a thick bush to watch the two before finishing her approach. It was then that she spotted the fish which oddly made her hungry as they looked tasty. Have I eaten that stuff before she wonders. Raiu studies the two men from her hiding spot feeling as if she had seen the bloody smelling one before. Or at least someone's memory of him. She was not scared of either one yet just curious.
