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Post by Fleeka on Dec 18, 2007 2:59:56 GMT -4
It was a dark winters night, a flurry of snow was falling upon Karakura town as a nearby lamp-post flickered, bathing the area in a strobing effect of light. Making his weekly trip to here, Washime looked up into the night sky. A few pieces of snow landed on his face and glasses, blocking his vision, but he just smiled and remembered the fun times before the army, with his family.
Walking into the main bulk of the park, Washime sat down on one of the swings and drooped his head, remembering things, but was still alert. Hollows don't rest, even at christmas. Jinsokuya appeared behind him "Not here again, you come to this damn town every week, it's not like anything ever changes." Ignoring him, Washime kept thinking back.
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Post by Gahrok on Dec 29, 2007 1:01:44 GMT -4
“Watcha doing here kid? Gahrok growled venemously, his voice dangerously intoxicated and threatening. One insult or rebuke from his newest acquaintance and he would come out swinging. Smashing the bottle in his hand on a nearby lamppost Gahrok gave Washime a toothy grin and a piercing stare. “Doesn’t Serretai have a Christmas ball? As far as I recall they sure don’t have any business with justice around these parts…” he hiccupped, “Or perhaps you are here to feel good… to feel proud… to feel strong. There aren’t any weak little opponents for you here boy. Why don’t you leave…. why don’t you people leave me ALONE.”. Gahrok screamed the last word, an intense blast of wind suddenly erupting forth from within him, spraying the area around with a whirlwind of furiously swirling reiatsu. In a second though it was gone.
Panting and clutchin his forehead Gahrok winced, his head down. “Kill him…” it hissed, “Their kind are the reason why…”. “Leave,” said Gahrok sternly to Washime, “Go, I cannot keep myself….”. Gahrok began to tremble slightly, his teeth clenched, familiar pains shooting through his body. It was trying to take over….
((Don't worry, we have a bit of a power difference so I don't intend to up and attack you... just Gahrok is kidna volatile, as I bet you've guessed...))
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Post by Fleeka on Dec 29, 2007 7:38:11 GMT -4
Washime stood up from the swings and quickly analyzed the arrival. He seemed drunk, aggressive, and very powerful. Raising his arm to stop sand going in his eyes from the wind, Washime thought about his options. This man was probably captain class power, and he could only defend himself from this man for the first attack most probably, even then not being able to escape.
Making his move, Washime leapt upwards onto the frame of the swings, then backwards onto the top of a nearby tree, hoping to remain at a distance. This way, he had the partial advantage, unless this man could move quickly. Placing his hand on his zanpakuto just in case, he waited for the man to make his next move.
((Thank god for that, if you had attacked me in the last post, chances are I would be dead now.))
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Post by Gahrok on Dec 31, 2007 20:15:52 GMT -4
The agile little shinigami had jumped up to a higher vantage point, apparently weighing his options. Gahrok had told him to go… anger grew within him, didn’t he understand? He would die soon… should he continue to pursue this course of action. But wasn’t that all those idiots stood for? Fighting just so they could feel strong, better, would it teach him a lesson? Gahrok shook his head violently, that was it talking, not him… but what truly was the difference anymore? Clutching his side Gahrok exerted all his will in forcing off the hollows rantings, to keep his mind his own for at least this encounter… it had been nearly a decade since he had met with one of his former allies. Although there was always Masaru, he winced at the memory, but that was best forgotten.
“I am not the kind of man who likes to have his questions remain unanswered, I am being merciful… so tell me why you are here before I decide its not important enough to delay your funeral any longer.”
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Post by Fleeka on Jan 1, 2008 8:56:50 GMT -4
Washime spoke up "I am here to remember my life. I made a stupid mistake at the end of mine and that is why I died. My remaining family still mourns me, even though I am stood next to them at times. As for the shinigami, it was the only way I could get back to this world, and I enjoy helping the souls up to the soul society, I am not a fighter." Washime took his hand off his sword and let it drop to his side.
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Post by Gahrok on Jan 2, 2008 21:49:20 GMT -4
Gahrok released his grip on his sword, his heart beating like a hollow drum, the closest feeling he had felt in years to empathy seeming to clog his angered veins with a slowing numbness. Gahrok too released his hands from the fists they hand formed as his opponent released his grip on his zanpaktou. He remembered those days, returning to earth in search of something to bring back the past, to fix things. Gahrok looked calmly up at the shinigami, “I have made many grave mistakes in my life as well, one of the biggest being… having worn that black robe of yours. The other, was trusting in the hope of memories of what was once home.”. He gave a stern glare, “Remember the latter, for sometimes memories are better left as memories.”
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Post by Fleeka on Jan 3, 2008 17:18:49 GMT -4
"I know I cannot return to what once was. I'm pretty certain i'm dead too after that explosion." Washime looked down "But you sound like a man who has walked that road, which sounds like it ended in disaster." He looked at the man and smiled "Thank-you for the warning stranger. I will remember your words if I ever start considering something insane." He nodded solemnly at the stranger "For now, I wish you farewell. Maybe our paths will cross sometime in the future." Washime bent his legs, then leapt from tree to tree as he left the area, to return to the afterlife.
((Exit topic))
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Post by GoldenKitten on Apr 10, 2009 3:06:37 GMT -4
Moved to Dead RP's.
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