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PostSubject: There isn't a light in the sky. {Invite Only}   Sun Oct 17, 2010 12:27 pm

For months and days and years, peculiar hybrid beings wandered the earth after being banished from a place known as Soul Society. Once a part of their vast, powerful military, these "shinigami" had changed, becoming a part of what they so desperately attempted to defeat. Hollow corrupted the soul of certain shinigami, weak and strong, for the sake of self-progression. Of course these occurrences weren't natural, otherwise the Soul Societies' research bureau would have identified this transformation by now. Vizards, as they were known, were the shinigami who had succeeded in conquering their inner hollows in order to become a hybrid; it was either that or the hollow within them would take over the individual completely. Enough blabbering though, for this story is about one of these escaped hybrids; one of the strongest existing today, in fact. Wandering was now a routine endeavor for himself and his zanpaktou, and also his inner hollow. Unlike many other Vizards, the relationship between him and his hollow was very friendly. They cooperated willingly, as a perfected three dimensional force.

Today was no different than yesterday or tomorrow, humans proceeded with their lives contently while the man strayed from any confined path. Here and there he walked, sensing the presences of other shinigami and even vizard, although concealing his own. Night gently fell onto the town of Karakura, retaining a darker blanket than the usual due to the blackened clouds stretching to forever; it would rain soon. Travelling to a nearby shop, he picked up a traditional Japanese straw hat, leaving a payment for it upon the counter even though the clerk wasn't able to see him anyway. Now, rain didn't bother the vizard at all, rather he enjoyed its' presence thoroughly, however he had acquired the habitual tendency of smoking marijuana. Thusly, when the rain came, the man would sit on a bench at the local park and revel within the rains' grace and, in order to smoke simultaneously, he required something to deter the rain from dousing the marijuana. And with that, he went to do what he said he would do. Rain began to pitter and patter when Ichijouji was nearly three-fourth of the way there. His clothing was almost entirely soaked when he finally found a suitable bench to sit on within the boundaries of the park.

A minor sigh of relief that he had finally arrived was muffled under the song of precipitation, yet at the same time Ichjiouji dug through his pocket, carefully withdrawing a fine joint. The other hand came up as well with a complimentary light, then reaching downwards again to replace the lighter in his pocket. Darkness surrounding, only one street light existed inside of the park grounds, and it was hovering over the water fountain; nearly 30ft. away from the bench that Ichijouji had just sprawled himself across. Feet dangling on one end, head leaned against the railing of the other end, Ichijouji yawned between hit taken from the joint. And as his mentality escalated to a wonderful high, cooling sensations caused by the rain lured the man into a soft doze. Symphonies of far-off thunder and millions of rain droplets cradled a delicate lullaby throughout his eardrums. 100% sleep was not far-off, but Ichijouji was still conscious enough to still take paced drags off of that joint. A better situation couldn't have been designed for a lazy pot-head like Ichijouji.
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PostSubject: Re: There isn't a light in the sky. {Invite Only}   Sun Oct 17, 2010 9:41 pm

Hisoka had just left a strange gather between himself and three other Captains. Ever since departing the presence of the three, possible causes and reason of this meeting were all the Vizard could think of. However, when trying to formulate an intelligent guess or assumption of what it was, he went blank. The fact of the matter was that this man had smoked a blunt of some dank marijuana during the meeting, and he was simply too high to think on a level that involved constructing opinions or guesses. However, he continued on throughout Karakura Town, having lost track of what his objective of coming to town had been in the first place. As he would leap across rooftops however, he happened to spot another place of interest, regardless of whether or not it was the originally intended target are not. This place was no other place than the Karakura Town Park. However, as he began to set off towards the part, he began to realize what was going on in the environment around him. The sun had set quickly and night had almost fallen. The moon and stars were concealed by dark clouds.. It would rain soon.

The Vizard entered the park casually, walking at a normal pace, as if he was trying to blend in. Even though no one else was around, and couldn't see him even if they were. The winds that had shown up with the storm blew fiercely, causing Hisoka's Shinigami Robes and Captain's Haori to flutter as he walked. No sooner than they began to flutter however, it began to rain. The precipitation fell from the clouds above at a steady pace and Hisoka's clothes were soon thoroughly drenched with water, and the wind no longer effected them. Still though he continued to walk, his brown mid length was also soaked, and it stuck to his skin. He passed a water fountain, where the seemed only street light in the area was lit up above. Sniff sniff. The smell hit his nose not long after the street light, though he should have smelt it sooner. Perhaps the rain had contained it from spreading to far, but surely enough Hisoka smelt the aroma of marijuana. Naturally he followed this smell, and found himself at a bench.

In this bench, sat another man. Soaked, just like Hisoka, yet he was laying out on the bench in a relaxed state. Asleep, he seemed at first. Perhaps he was, who knew? Surely not though, Hisoka could tell he was more than what he looked like. This man was not a simple stoner hobo. His reiatsu was odd, and strikingly familiar. Was he a... Vizard? Surely a Vizard would not sleep... Right? "Right," confirmed the Hisokain quickly. He had been with Hisoka throughout the experience of being a Vizard, so sure he knew the potential dangers of sleeping in the public. Unsure of what to think, Hisoka took a precautionary step back before speaking the most important words he had spoken that day, even more important than his conversation with Jushiro Kaizen, AKA Izanagi.

"Who are you? Rather, what are you? Not what I think, are you?" Hisoka asked, the words important, though ill chosen and poorly constructed. So rose the so called negatives of getting high, but the cluelessness remained only a temporary problem, and nothing permanent. Thus, the Vizard did not worry about such things, and enjoyed smoking marijuana. The man had not responded to Hisoka's presence right away. This caused Hisoka to believe that his assumption earlier had been right, and this man was very much asleep. Had he even heard Hisoka's question? "Errmm. What do you think of this guy..?"
"He seems pretty fuckin' strong, and I gotta feelin' he may be a Vizard. But he's a bigger pothead than you, the dumbass ain't even aware of what's goin' on around 'im."

Lightning crashed, this time closer than any of the others. A deafening sound of booming lightning exploded out. The storm had arrived. Surely the other man was awake now.

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PostSubject: Re: There isn't a light in the sky. {Invite Only}   Mon Oct 18, 2010 4:58 pm

Another Friday night. Like any other day of the week, Shuei had gotten out into a bar with his not to age Gigai casually ordering a drink then making s swift toast to his dearly beloved deceased ones. Taking his first few shots he became weary and aggravated at his lively hood. No, not tonight. It wasn't good to drink nowadays. Especially since he drives home at this late of hour. For once he refused to take a downer and drink his misery away. Picking himself up, Shuei just took one final shot of three, and began to head over to the exit. He looked back and yelled to place it on his tab. Walking out, it began to drizzle lightly, yet he had forgotten his umbrella in his car. Pacing at the door to his vehicle, he saw himself in the reflection of the black mirror with a slanted smile. Praising the fortune of such a fine vehicle he possessed and value second to most from his memories. A sweep cleaned black 1968 Dodge Charger, had quiet the appeal to Shuei's hazel eyes. He searched for his keys in his left and right pockets, and began to almost panic as he couldn't find them here or there. Eventually he pulled on the car's door handle and opened it. Rather shocked he sat down in his driver seat, closing the door next to him. Sitting patiently for something, locking the doors as he searched up his car. Nothing, no sign of the keys anywhere for that matter. Finally he opened the the bottom panel in the middle of his seat and the passengers'. "Oh..." He said while reaching in for them. Well he started his car, pushed the petal to go while set in drive, and he was on his way out the curving street heading home. While in his car, the best thing he could think of was smoke a cigarette. His eyes sharpened for a convenient store on the block. Eventually he found one beside the Karakura Town Park. The rain began to drizzle more heavily when Shuei stepped out of the car. Entering the store, he bought himself an umbrella and his Marlboro pack. Just as he came to be outside, his cigarette was lit and his umbrella was just getting open. It seemed like a nice night to rain as so it seemed to be.

Like the calm person he is. Inhaling and exhaling the cloud mist of smoke his eyes focused on the park. Even his Gigai may suppressed his energy, he could feel the presence of one and just barely under the radar of another. Shuei took his steps and began to walk nearer to his car and stopped. The signatures in both entities had identification with his own correlating spiritual energy. Taking in those deep breathes became the recalling of the hellhole he endured. Without knowing it his cigarette was just near of it's end. Dropping the leftover of a simple white soft stick, Shuei enters his car, and holds onto the umbrella. Then he used what he stole to escape the body he wears, but before that, he locked and turned everything off and even placed a "do not disturb" sign across his left side window. Taking what he stole, a pill. He exists the immobile object and opens his crimson eyes to the spiritual world once again. Only this time, out of curiosity once again. Splash! Splash! Splash! His footsteps made as the rain gotten heavier with large thunders roaring above his head in anger. Shuei paced himself over the muds and slippery floors of the park with only such thin clothing and a trench black sleeveless coat. Up ahead he noticed two dark figures near a bench and so fountain. Shuei dashed and gained his footing grip on the wet concrete passageway. "Who are you two? Why are you here in such a bad weather?" Shuei asked cautiously in his tone and actions. Only to find himself anxious of answers from the two. His eyes glowing and in view of their presence, both his legs harden to be fought with the same response in his arms.

Blinking once, he could smell the aroma of weed. Or to be more scientific of its name, Marijuana. It was distinctive, and had also seemed to allured him to such a place. If they had the time to just sit and stand along smoking this stuff, Shuei became more calmed and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Lightly placing both hands at the bottom handles of his guns hidden from plain site or view of a shape given to them. Shuei's own spiritual power was leaking out, but not to its fullest. He learned to stabilize it for the weaker spirits. He learned the hard way of letting loose his spiritual energy, as it caused a massive pressure around him that made weaker ones suffer and choke. It was late at night, and these two came off a weird vibe, yet he felt welcomed to it... The questionable truth of two had puzzled him. The way they dressed and their signatures near as his. For an instant thought he believed they too must have escaped a hellhole. Confusing himself even more he dropped his arms, letting go of the hidden handles and stared at them blankly. Staring and observing their positions, clothing, and reactions. It was clear, they were high, but not stupid. ' ...Crud, who they really? Why does it feel... So right and wrong here...? ' The thought came to mind as Shuei himself walked near enough casually to sit down with them. And to only think this happened in occurred in it's own time of fleeting seconds and minutes... Shuei felt welcomed in the end, by stoners.
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PostSubject: Re: There isn't a light in the sky. {Invite Only}   Tue Oct 19, 2010 4:35 pm

Mists of exhaled carbon dioxide, C-Oh-Two as the kids call it, sway contently amidst this cool evening. Droplets of water seep through this miniature mist, although holes heal quickly, considering that the mist is constantly renewed with each new breathe. Close by, another vizard steadily strolled towards himself. By now, it was certainly effortless to decipher the type of reishi signature by senses alone, so there was little to no possibility that this assumption was wrong. Of course it was rare for others to approach one another and maybe something should have done about it, but the man here was now very high and rather content in his drowsiness; the current environment suited him too well for it to be interrupted by a newcomer. He was close though, vibrations in the ground told him so. It wasn't particularly a bad thing, as long as the punk didn't want a fight.

Whoever it was stopped near the bench and stood there for a small while like a dunce, as if he hadn't remembered to plan an entry to the situation even though he willingly approached the man. When the man finally did speak, his words were faded and placed in a peculiar manner. The stranger was probably on some drugs too, but what those drugs were was unbenounced to himself. Soon after speaking, several bright flashes of lightning illuminated the sky for but a moment, resulting in tremendous thundering. Although short-lived and very much so anticipated, the noises shook the vizard up from that doze. He didn't move, nor flinch, but his eyes opened halfway, still exhausted, and he laid there motionless. Before too long another vizard's spiritual pressure popped up again, just outside the park actually. Wondering how the other one could have gotten so close without recognition, it boiled down to either the use of a gigai or that one kidou. Whichever it was didn't really matter, because Ichijouji didn't know these kids, and it was weird that they conveniently showed up at the same place where he was. They both appeared to be powerful, probably near his own level if anything, but strangers were strangers; Ichijouji doesn't trust anyone. Nevertheless the second one also came about slowly, however this time it was because he was unsure of himself and what he was doing. This could be managed from sheerly the mood of his voice, it was cautious and uneasy; like this guy was timid or emotional or something. Sensitivity wasn't a terrible trait, but the second mans' entrance seemed innocent, and innocence advocated naiveness which Ichijouji has learned to avoid because of devastating memories from long, long ago.

Two joined the one and adjacently each stands, one to the front of Ichijouji and the other to his back; while all he had done was come to dwell and ponder in the rain, in the midst of smoking marijuana. Nothing was right or wrong here yet, for it would seem that the circumstances depended on himself. Irony was always a twisted, backwards arbitrator, placing the most docile individual in charge of a situation that was just given to him so unnaturally. In any case, the other two were awaiting some sort of response from Ichijouji, even though a reason was not yet given for their coming in the first place. Drug-boy was probably standing there, dumb-founded, in suspense that an answer was bound to satisfy his question simply because he had asked it, while little timid Timmy fidgeted over in his corner, incapable of finding a proper way to structure his ligaments. Even underneath mother nature's orchestra, the rustling of that man's clothes broke through a tiny bit. Not enough to be dubbed a disturbance, such indecisiveness was so unnecessary. Ichijouji never once looked in the direction of the two accompanying beings, even with his eyes half-opened, for the effort of examination was not present; he was still enjoying himself in this personal retreat. However, he did decide to humor the two a little, just to see if they'd leave after being quenched of their curiosity. But a joke only goes so far, they'll be on leashes unless Ichijouji says otherwise. Remembering something that Timmy said about the "bad" weather earlier, he would start there, blatantly because it was what concerned him the most out of all that was said.

"Uh-aawh..."

First a quiet yawn; it felt relaxing.

"Rain is rather transcendent..Tranquil too... That's why I'm here, isn't it?"

Words reverberated softly, without any hint of emotion other than personal contentment. Slightly muffled and hoarse, the statement was only loud enough to be heard over the rain. Barely any effort was put into what Ichijouji said, because he believed that they only needed to hear the voice; letting them onto anything more about him was futile. The hat over his face, one wouldn't be able to tell where the words were coming from if Ichijouji wasn't in plain sight. The idea for the awkward manner in which Ichijouji began speaking derived from drug-boy. From the aroma, it was obvious that Ichijouji had been smoking so the two may just assume that his speech is odd due to him being high, nonetheless he had professed himself like that on purpose. In order to see what that purpose is, we'll have to wait and see how they reply.

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PostSubject: Re: There isn't a light in the sky. {Invite Only}   Thu Oct 21, 2010 12:33 pm

Soon after Hisoka arrived, another man showed up. A man who reminded Hisoka of himself to a frightening extent. The man appeared to be a Vizard as well, which was odd. If the man on the bench was a Vizard also, then that would make three in one place. Hisoka found himself wondering how many there were in all, before turning his attention back to the manner at hand. The new arrival questioned Hisoka and his company on the bench, asking who they were and why they were in the park in such foul weather. "We could ask you the same; Why are you here? Can you not tell that there is a storm?" Hisoka chuckled sarcastically, before turning and leaning against the hand rail that Ichijouji had rested his feet on. It wasn't quite a seat, but it kept the high man from having to stand. "Anywho," Hisoka continued, shifting his bloodshot gaze to Shuei, "I'm not sure who this guy here is, but I am Hisoka Sets-- Well, the name will remain at just Hisoka for now. How about yourself? Who are you?" Hisoka concluded his speech, stopping himself from speaking his surname in the middle of his response. Until he got to know the two present, it was best that he not give out too much information.

The man on the bench finally stirred to life. First he let out a quiet yawn, before continuing on and addressing the status of rain. He asked if that was his reasoning for being in the park during the storm. Such an odd way of speaking, he had. Perhaps he was high as a kite by now as well. The smell of marijuana had finally gotten to Hisoka, and tempted as he was to roll a blunt, he settled on a cigarette. It was two wet and windy to even attempt to roll a blunt, so he simply reached into his pocket and into his cigarette pack, removed one menthol cancer stick, and then removed his hand from his pocket. He placed the cigarette between his lips, as a few rain drops hit it and dampened the paper. He pulled his Captain's Haori up past his back and over his head, to act as a hood/umbrella and shield the cigarette from the rain drops. Reaching back into his pocket he removed his lighter, and lit the the menthol. A quiet sizzling sound was the result of the wet spots burning up as Hisoka took a long draw from the stick, exhaling the smoke right before another lightning strike struck. Deafening thunder rolled through once more, and once it settled down Hisoka took it as his turn to talk once more. "Tranquil as the precipitation is, I do not enjoy the lightning, nor the thunder. But you've ignored the question; Who are you?" Hisoka questioned, speaking to the man on the bench this time. "A person who is not selfish would atleast offer passing his joint..." Hisoka said aloud, only afterwards realizing it was meant to be thought, not spoken. Oh well...

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PostSubject: Re: There isn't a light in the sky. {Invite Only}   Sat Oct 23, 2010 6:07 pm

Screw you ichi and your posting order, i waited long enough lawl

    It seemed like today was a rather gloomy day, dark clouds barricaded the sky from the light of the sun, making everything appear gloomy and partly dark. Thunder boomed and echoed throughout the vast area of the sky. With bolts of lightning stretching across the sky. With a day like this residents of the area would stay inside their rooms relaxing if given the chance to. Others rushed to their cars to avoid the rain that drizzled from the sky above. A few rare people dotted the streets which were busy on a sunny day, some with umbrella's, some without, but all were scurrying to their desired destination. Among these people was a woman that was obviously a foreigner to the country. Standing out with full, long, blonde hair, flawless completion and dazzling emerald green eyes. She was dressed casually that consisted of a white detailed scoop-neck tank-top that showed a sliver of her plump chest, a black jacket that was unbuttoned accompanied by silver bangles, a pair of dark wash jeans and white heels. Her face has soft feminine features that would be called 'cute' by some. Overall she had a look that other women would desire for. This woman was known as Rebecca Seitz, former member of the fourth division of the soulsociety. Being a rogue Rebecca walked among the living as a new being, a vizard. Attempting to Co-exist with the humans around her she walked along side of them within a gigai she has forcibly taken from the soulsociety.

    How long has Rebecca remained in the streets of Karakura? Not to long really, she never settled in an area and she tended to travel frequently. Taking small part time jobs to give her the cash she needed. A slight bit of uneasiness settled upon her, haunting her in the back of her mind. She tended to worry about the little things. Her horse and partner, Duby was wondering on the outskirts of Karakura like he usually did when Rebecca was in town. Without him Rebecca's power was reduced. Therefore she always was cautious while in town. Her right hand slid down against the curve of her waist to lightly touch one of her Smith & Wesson .500 Magnum handguns that she kept tucked in her pants. This was her added protection from anyone with harmful intentions.

    Where was she going? Not even she could answer that question. One would even say that aimlessly wondering around would be a hobby of hers. Why was she back in Karakura? Usually she would have moved to a new place, perhaps the rich source of souls in this area captivated her and drew her in. Coming by the almost vacant park of Karakura Rebecca rubbed her arm, causing some friction so she could warm the chilled skin under the light jacket, which was becoming wet from the rain. A few drops of water slowly dripped from her bangs and against her cheek, sliding down her face and sending a shiver through her body. Why were rainy days so cold? Quickening her pace Rebecca took cover under an concession booth. Rosy lips lightly sighed as she escaped the drizzling rain for now. Captivating emerald eyes blinked blankly as she looked around. Taking in her surroundings, Her head was stirring with thoughts. Along with that Neveah, Rebecca's inner hollow could be heard faintly, as if he was whispering softly in her ear. With Duby gone Nevaeh has the upper hand in influencing Rebecca. Her eyes then set upon three people, each one of them has a rather unique...yet similar aura to them. All three of them standing in the rain not to far from her. A light rosy blush rose upon the apples of her cheeks as she caught herself staring at them. She felt like a weirdo all of a sudden. Especially when she heard a stern 'ahem' from the vendor of the stand who has also caught her staring at the strangers.
    "What will it be?" said the older looking man who was waiting for her order. Rebecca jumped slightly as she quickly ran her eyes over what they offered, which was majority sweets such as ice-cream, candy, and drinks. Jackpot, Rebecca loved her sweets. However the pressure to order fast made her skip a few details "Uhh Right! Cookies and Cream ice-cream please." She said quickly with her angelic voice.

    While waiting for the vendor to come back with her ice-cream Rebecca leaned against the counter of the outside stand with her elbows resting on the top. Curiously her eyes drifted over to the strangers as she wondered what they were talking about, they didn't act to friendly with each other so were they all just meeting? Better yet what were they doing in the rain. Rebecca was out in the rain because she had no where to go. So what was their excuse? With the vendor coming back with her ice-cream cone Rebecca thanked him, paid him and took the icecream one delicately in her hands. She then walked away from the window and leaned against the side of the building. Protecting herself from the rain by the small veil that hung over top of the building. She could hear the words the men spoke from where she stood, even though it seemed like very small talk. Rebecca shivered as she stood there, she felt cold, why the hell did she order icecream on top of this? Sighing to herself she decided that it was best for it not to go to waste. Lighting bringing the sweet creamy treat to her lips she ran her tongue up along the ice-cream's side, savoring the sweet treat as it melted on her tongue. Killing time Rebecca proceeded to swirl her tongue along the icecream and delicately licked the sweet treat. those men still remained on her mind, ,even though she was unsure as to why. They felt so...Familiar. she couldn't explain how, they just did. Redirecting her gaze to look at the three men again Rebecca let her thoughts wonder about those three
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PostSubject: Re: There isn't a light in the sky. {Invite Only}   Sun Oct 24, 2010 6:18 pm

Spurred feelings of restlessness, around these people, steadily creeped unto the male laying here so solely. Two men stood adjacently, attempting to penetrate the wanderers' motives. Irritation couldn't describe it, although the thought of them all just getting around to their damn intentions so he could be in peace, wasn't too shabby. Wakened eyes of the male, still remaining only half open, dared to explore new additions of scenery around the park. Drug-boy, later announcing himself as Hisoka, was similar to his own self in terms of the mannerism of his appearance. Shaggy, loose hair; informal apparel; a lack of posture; it was all very nostalgic. And that other emo kid, maintaining an awkward stillness, was dressed as his withdrew actions had professed him. All black, a bit farther away, with a sullenly defensive look on his face; whatever. Instead of investigating the quiet one, the man concluded that as long as his whim was silent and irrelevant, then the punk could be left alone for now. Hisoka, as he primarily named himself, nearly permitted his surname as well, although he retracted his voice soon enough. Stupid as he was, it was interesting that he was attempting to become cautious when it was he who first openly approached the vizard in the first place. Questioning was very tiresome when silence did not drive strangers away, the time to act was now.

Why now, one mask ask. The reason here is very plain; yet another vizard was slowly closing in on this location. Restlessness swiftly turned to paranoid anxiety. Unlike most people experiencing these tendencies, Ichijouji was rather collective in his actions. Nevertheless, these actions usually managed to be worthy of being dubbed hasty or blunt. A calm exterior merely shrouded the inner typhoon of his mentality.

'What do they all want..? Just.. GO AWAY!'

Three vizard had gathered "coincidentally" at his location, nobody would be trusted. Marijuana, having been previously ingested, soothed Ichijouji's violent predictions, however it was still evident that the anxiety would not cease so effortlessly. That Hisoka person resumed babbling, about the rain, about a who and a why, about courtesy. With a lack of motivation to care in any form, the body of Ichijouji shifted gradually to a sitting position, where his feet tapped the ground and his arms reached upwards to remove the straw hat. Left on the bench, the hat would remain promptly as the vizard stood up. His hood was not to cover his face, for it slept soundly on the back of Ichijouji's jacket.

A woman had entered the area quite a while back, and she was nearly at this very location. A vizard once more, these miracles had become unbearable. Something was to be done, but before that, this Hisoka would be dealt with. The only audible words from Hisoka that had reached him was his last sentence, about sharing a joint. Normally this would be passed off as well, but Hisoka had pulled out cigarettes to endure his lack of marijuana. Ugh.. Cigarettes were the nastiest little fuckers. Smell like shit, taste like shit, do shit to you; even being near someone smoking those poison sticks was terrible. After only a whiff of that terrible stench, Ichijouji gave a slight cringe. In response, he dug within his pocket to withdraw a joint firmly covered in thick wrapping to assure that todays' rain would not ruin the treat. Henceforth, the joint was tossed in the direction of Hisoka as a gift. While this was done, Ichijouji gave the stranger a stern, yet accepting stare; as if saying that they weren't friends, but Hisoka's persistence earned him the attention of Ichijouji. This was the first time he allowed either of the two to see his face fully, nevertheless this stare was blatantly given as a sign. That woman coming was going to be an example, because earning the attention of Ichijouji through anxiety was more-so annoying than interesting in his perspective. After his intentions became clear within the silence of the pittering, pattering rain, the entity of Ichijouji disappeared entirely. No sign was left and no sound echoed anywhere.

Where he re-appeared was at a vendor's cart; he sold sweets it seemed. Must be a very dedicated man to be out at this time in this weather; in respect towards this hard-working human, Ichijouji would assure the safety of him and the cart if violence proceeded here. Otherwise, hard work like this would also be rewarded by Ichijouji's service; later on he'd come down to get some ice cream. Back on topic though, the exact location in which Ichijouji poofed was directly in front of the vizard woman. To describe the way his body was positioned, he was no more than a few inches from her body. His arm reached over her shoulder, touching the cart, permitting him to lean into the woman yet just distant enough to resist bodily contact. Ichijouji's serious crimson-maroon eyes bore deeply into that of the womans' own and for but a moment he would let her look at him and see what he saw. How those two men merely came about randomly, attempting to derive information from him, while he was an innocent man without direction in this world. Then, when the moment passed, he spoke in a shaky, yet soothingly attractive voice. Said shakiness was due to the rain, which had drenched him by now, causign him to be cold and shiver.

"Excuse me, Miss.. I'd like to ask. Why the hell are you all here."

Pausing after the word "here," Ichijouji rose his spiritual pressure to the highest extent that he could while in his sealed state.

"If you are here for illness, then I will hurt you. For I am but a stupid wanderer; what do you all want from me?"

Picking on the weakest one was a fair tactic, however in this case it was a woman. Women, to Ichijouji, were very comprehensive individuals, which is why he watered down this intimidating investigation so that his voice was still somewhat friendly. That tremendous raise in spiritual pressure definitely affected the area, causing the storm to agitate. As well, Hisoka and that other fellow would be capable of finding Ichijouji once more, after that disappearance, even though he hadn't traveled far anyway. Playing games wasn't as fun as it was a few minutes ago; hopefully this would place everyone into their category.

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PostSubject: Re: There isn't a light in the sky. {Invite Only}   Sun Oct 24, 2010 8:29 pm

Irritation and annoyance soon began to well up within the Vizard. Neither of the men seemed to have an plans of speaking, and Hisoka disliked being ignored. Taking another puff from his cigarette to sustain his temper, Hisoka exhaled the smoke and stood up from his resting position. A brief amount of rest it had been, but just sitting there staring at the two speechless men would have been a test of patience more difficult than Hisoka currently felt like enduring. The man who had arrived after Hisoka, simply remained still as if frozen in suspended animation. Perhaps he was in deep thought, or maybe just speechless. Perhaps the feelings of familiarity would prove to be correctly judged, and Hisoka and he knew each other. Maybe the shock of such an occurrence had the man at a loss of words. Alas, the former 6th Division Captain only had a suspicion of knowing the man, and that suspicion alone was not enough to grab his attention. The suspicion was not even enough to make Hisoka hold interest in the conversation with the man, which would soon cause Hisoka to begin focusing on other things... Such as the sudden feeling of being watched that struck Hisoka without warning, and also the appearance of yet another Vizard in the area. His own kind seemed to be flocking to the park like male dogs to a bitch in heat. How interesting.

Writing off the paranoia of being watched as a side-effect of the marijuana, Hisoka decided the other Vizard in the area would be his next intended destination. Currently, however, Hisoka found himself watching the man on the bench finally showed a physical sign of life, as he sat up and tossed a joint to Hisoka. Unaware of what the gift was at first, Hisoka nearly let it fly through the air and land on the wet ground, which would have ruined it for sure. Luckily enough, Hisoka's bloodshot eyes managed to indicate what the object was, and Hisoka reached out and caught it. Perhaps his irritation towards this man had been misplaced, he had not been ignoring Hisoka at all, he just was not talkative. Or maybe he was, Hisoka did not know the man and could not say for sure, but he did not seem to enjoy talking. Either way, the man soon vanished and reappeared not far off. Not sure of whether to follow him or not, Hisoka stayed put. Shaking his head in order to remove the Haori from the stretched position over his head, he quickly tossed the dampened cigarette. The Haori fell back to its correct position the best a drenched garment could, and instead of fretting over his looks Hisoka simply placed the joint between his lips. Luckily for him, the joint seemed to be magical, as the rain did not hinder the marijuana at all. Re-withdrawing his lighter from his pocket, the Vizard cupped his hand over it to keep the precipitation from extinguishing the flame and struck the lighter. Hisoka rotated the joint between his lips with his other hand as he lit it, to ensure even burning and detour the bothersome issue of side burning that joints so commonly had. He took a large hit from the noncancerous herb as he redeposited his lighter into his pocket, and glanced backwards at the man who had gifted him with the cannabis. It seemed he had found a woman to keep him company at the ice-cream concession booth. But the woman seemed to be the other Vizard that Hisoka had noticed earlier. How peculiar. But then it happened. A massive weight of spiritual pressure consumed the area, and its source was easily identified as Ichijouji. Hisoka now knew he was a Vizard, and a powerful one at that. Interest in the man was now at a whole new level, and Hisoka found himself vanishing from the presence of Shuei without so much as a second thought.

"If you are here for illness, then I will hurt you. For I am but a stupid wanderer; what do you all want from me?"

Hisoka arrived next to Ichijouji and the woman in time to hear those words spoken by the male Vizard. Finally exhaling the smoke from the hit he had taken from the joint prior to using Shunpo; The smell of marijuana seemed to be everywhere the Vizard went today, regardless of whether he was the cause or not. The storm raged on making the monstrous reiatsu emitted by Ichijouji that much more dramatic, but it was not enough to strike fear into the heart of the Vizard. Raising his own Spiritual Pressure to its peak to show he was also strong, Hisoka answered the man, "Illness? It would seem this woman is here for Ice-Cream. If you consider that evil, then by all means strike her down," Hisoka said with a joking smile, to assure the woman he was not serious. "I am here because of what you are. Your recent decision to stop concealing your reiatsu confirmed my suspicion.. You are indeed a Vizard, and I am sure you can tell the same of me. It would seem the other two present are also our.. Brethren," Hisoka continued before taking another hit of his joint. He held the smoke in his lungs, and concluded his speech, "I'll cut to the chase. The fact that we've all met up could prove to be a blessing. If we continue to travel in solitude, the Shinigami will surely dispose of us as they so wish too. So if you will Mister Lotsareiatsu," Hisoka chuckled and exhaled his smoke, he simply couldn't hold the laughter in. Sure it was a serious matter, but as high as he was, jokes would be made and laughter would follow, "cut the quiet act, and consider what I am saying to you; Organization is needed amongst our kind. I had always assumed I was the most powerful Vizard there was, since I was the first of our kind every recorded by the Soul Society, but I now see that is not the case..." Hisoka trailed off into silence as he gazed stupidly at the two. Partly because he was too stoned to continue intelligently formulating any serious speech, and partly because he felt as if he was intruding. Hopefully he hadn't been interrupting anything, the other two Vizard were rather close together. Still though, Hisoka found himself not worried of any cases of invaded privacy, and instead wondering if the other stoner would realize what he had been trying to say; That he was stronger than Hisoka, and would be best suited for forming an Organization of their kind. Hisoka Setsuna did not assume anyone to be stupid, but he knew what it was like to be stoned. Hopefully the other man was not as high as he, and could still understand the seriousness of the situation at hand.
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PostSubject: Re: There isn't a light in the sky. {Invite Only}   Sun Oct 24, 2010 8:41 pm

    Sighing softly to herself Rebecca had shut her eyes and listened to the light rumble of the rain hitting the ground. Her body was chilled, she never expected it to rain nor was fully dressed for the weather. The material of her clothing clung to her curves as she slightly shivered from the damp clothing, the drops of water that dripped from her hair onto her creamy porcelain-like skin, and the cold icecream in her hands. A quick boom of thunder sounded from ever her head, being loud and sudden that it made her whole body seize up with her eyes shut tight. So unexpected. The squeal that escaped her mouth in surprise was at a moderate volume, loud enough for the men to hear her. Embarrassed Rebecca held the icecream closer to her face, licking the edges of the sweet treat in smaller quick licks. Her cheeks were tinted pink due to her embarrassment along with the cold environment around her. Rebecca hoped she wouldn't get a cold from being out in the rain like this. Her skin was cold to the touch now and there was a slight tickle in her nose as if she was about to sneeze.

    In an instant One of the three men that she had spotted earlier, wearing a reddish coat with blonde hair much like hers, was right in front of her. Deep maroon eyes stared at her. His body just inches away form her with his hand planted on the wall behind her. Rebecca's emerald green eyes blinked a few times in disbelief. Once realizing this wasn't a trick of the eye Rebecca narrowed her eyes in curiosity, uneasiness washed through her body as her back pressed up as far as she could against the stone cold wall. This was odd, he was so close. He was in her bubble! Rebecca always has and will prefer the comfort of a safe distance from others. So it was natural that she felt uneasy from having this person, let alone a man be this close to her, he was just a few inches away from touching her! Rosy lips pursed slightly. Right then she listened to what the man had to say along with a sudden raise of spiritual pressure around him then speak once more. Rebecca slightly tilted her head.


    "What do you mean 'by all of you?' I'm simply here by myself to get out of the rain"

    She spoke, her voice was rather sensual and remained calm. Some people would get mad from the sudden outburst from the man but Rebecca knew better. Her words were truthful. She was here for her own reasons but as for the others, whom she assumed were the other two men, she had no idea as to why they were there. She took the raise of spiritual pressure as an attempt to make her scared, thinking that Rebecca remained calm. Staring up at the man with captivating emerald eyes she slid her tongue delicately from the bottom of the icecream to the very tip, letting it melt on her tongue that retreated back into her mouth.


    "Here for illness? No my good sir I'm here for icecream!"
    She said, letting a smile come upon those full rosy lips of hers, then taking another lick of icecream. She fell silent for a brief moment, trying to ignore the spiritual pressure around her, it bothered her.

    "I don't want anything with you. I'm curious as to why all three of you... Men, have that odd aura to you, its unique... Yet familiar."
    She said in a more serious tone of voice. For some odd reason she had an odd feeling overcome her. She felt kind of like one of those creeps that would be hiding in the shadows watching other people who came near them. Even though she may have watched those men a bit earlier didn't mean she was a creep!
    "Now... Who are you... Because. Eh, your standing a bit close."
    She whispered the last part of the sentences. Drips of water from the man's drenched hair fell upon Rebecca's skin, which chilled her even more. Knowing the source of spiritual pressure was from the blonde man, Rebecca finally recognized that this man was a Vizard much like herself, slow ain't she? Would this explain the paranoia she believed he had, That people were out to hurt him for what he was? As a fellow Vizard Rebecca shared that feeling of being hunted where ever she went, she was surprised she never became paranoid by people herself.

    Rebecca's eyes shifted to another one of the men that she had spotted earlier. with blood shot hair, messily styled brown hair along with a captain haori. This man seemed to be more of a jokester. This impression coming to her by the fact that he somewhat repeated what she said with a joking smirk. Right after he had matured up and spoke more serious about now serious matters, both of these men, were indeed vizards. Heh, how odd for all of them to meet up here. Was it coincidence,or a blessing like the dark haired man claimed? Rebecca just nommed on her icecream more.
    "Sooooo, what do you suggest we do Mister Stranger?" She said simply to the dark haired man. An odd silence fell upon the three as she licked her icecream continuously. Stopping momentarily she parted her lips.
    "Now that we are all here and know what we all are lets introduce ourselves. I'm Caylaya, former fourth division captain." She said rather casually to the other two.
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PostSubject: Re: There isn't a light in the sky. {Invite Only}   Sun Oct 24, 2010 10:28 pm

OOC: Wow Becca, making fun of me in your siggy. D;

Spiritual energy amidst the air curdled much of the freedom given to those within this certain vicinity, as corrupted circumstances would place a pressured uneasiness upon everyone and everything. Was it reckless to do this? No, for the power of such a being was far more than that of any other civilian. If anyone should challenge such a force, then annihilation shall ensue. Amidst the madness, throughout the vagueness of possible war, inside the town that housed demons beyond belief; paranoia was indeed the case for this male. Nobody was to be accepted, all beings were to be excluded, yet not to the point where life was left cheap. Restlessness burned a peculiar flame, however... it would all simmer in a matter of instances and words. Villainy is often not mistaken, but we people, have a tendency to misjudge.. destiny is what I suppose they call it now-a-days, to be merely another ploy. It is not evil to be scared, nor is it terrible to be paranoid, because memories are capable of causing indomitable mutations in not only one's physical appearance but also inside of the delicate chemical balance of our personalized mentality. Often times, when a gift not sought is yet still bestowed, vengeance intervenes as not only a mere desire, but a first step to the revolution of the current world. Companies of the masses do not recognize change, for it is those smaller, outlaws who make the decision to devour and reform.

When that man, when Hisoka, arrived once more, it was perceptible that either the battle was to ignite or that the trigger to an idea without bullets was to arouse. Just as the violin case strapped around the male's backside was about to unclip its' lock, Hisoka spoke. At first, his words were unexpected and odd, whereas the vizard swiftly came to acknowledge this plot that had become. The other vizard, Hisoka, had also raised his spiritual pressure as well, it was close to rivaling his own; impressive. While Hisoka took the hit from the joint, that woman spoke. Her voice appeared seductive, yet calm; of course with the jokes. As she spoke more and more, Ichijouji's head cleared from the relief of Hisoka's first words. His eyes calmed, although they were just as deep to look into. In fact, he personally thought that he was "scarier" when he was at his most composed stature because of his lack of response to others and their feats. Let us stop the blabbering now, for that woman's sarcasm increased furthermore, and key usage of sarcasm was also interesting to Ichijouji considering he did the same. Once she ended her little rant about his entry, the "bang" she left was a comment about how close he was. Distilling a chuckle before it made its way out of his throat, Ichijouji countered her sarcasm by moving even closer. Legs touching, his bicep now being tickled by her hair, and his lips not two centimeters from hers; he exhaled a long, slow and sweet breathe.

"This.. a little uncomfortable for you, fair maiden?"

Of course this was a muse manifested by Ichijouji's own sadistic idea of entertainment. Then again, entertainment was a very vague term. Where things lead is always exceptional, but never fully predictable. His voice was soft and caressing, as his close breathe would sweep across her lips easily. Working one's way under another's skin to disrupt a comfort zone; do you think that's a sadistic activity? What if I also asked if it was a turn-on, in the correct circumstances? Well.. WHOOPS! Just gonna' have to say we're going too far into the sexual drives of a man and his sarcasm; let's move on.

Again, Hisoka spoke and his reverberating words took crumbling ruins from the depths of the vizard' mind and restructured them into monuments that appeared more realistic than before. Words of vizard and brethren were few, however organization struck home. Vizard, although diverse in personality, all had some disdain for Soul Society. It needed not to be violent, for a revolution requires change alone, violence is merely a common advocate. Whence the man finished his speech, Ichijouji sighed and then brought his spiritual pressure down to a stabilized spark. The violin case upon his back deterred from revealing anything and, although it may be noticed and even mentioned because it is now visible in this light, Ichijouji was more stirred to play the violin within that case rather than to explain its' origin. Not moving from his current position, the male produced his thoughts as best he could even though he was higher than the sky, and formed a proposal. Distracted by tiredness and marijuana-infected thought processes that are inappropriate anybody, it was simple and blunt but it would execute the intended effect.

"My name.. is Ichijouji Takanashi. I was once a human, then a hollow, then an arrancar, then a shinigami, and now a vizard. Maybe not the first of our kind, I am the oldest and I am not hesitant to say I've experienced much more than anyone here. Loss, confusion, and hopelessness are the characteristics of my story, although I digress. For my misinterpretation, I apologize, however I am merely conscious of who I allow to know who I am. I believe many of us have a common goal and that is that Soul Society should be reformed, not destroyed. Together, we can muster a sufficient force to have dreams become actuality, however.. we will need a leader. Are there any suggestions, you two?"

Ichijouji then turned to the girl as she said her name, nearly interrupting his question; not that it mattered.

"Before you answer that though, tell me your real name, woman. I've been informed about Soul Society for quiet some time. As an Espada, we had spies collect Intel and as a shinigami, we were able to collect information about our ranks on a regular basis. There has never been a captain of the fourth division named Caylayla."
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PostSubject: Re: There isn't a light in the sky. {Invite Only}   Wed Oct 27, 2010 10:39 am

(OOC: I will.. Likely be unable to post for awhile, and I do not want to hold this up. So I will be leaving this topic. Apologies.)

Hitting the joint once more, Hisoka realized he was nearly to the state of being brain dead. Political matters lost their relevance, conversations lost their interest... And hunger was setting in as the Vizard heard his stomach rumbling, over the sound of the raging storm. Ignoring the woman completely, Hisoka exhaled the marijuana smoke and spoke two sentences, before leaving in search of food, "Nice to meet you, Ichijouji Takanashi. I, Hisoka Setsuna, greatly appreciate this joint-- err, suggest that you become our leader."

Worries of mentioning his surname had long since fled from the clouded mind of the Vizard, and he did so without thinking. But what negative consequences could fall upon him for doing so? Hopefully, none. With a turn, a hit from his joint, and a leap, Hisoka dashed off at an incredible speed. Not Shunpo, just top running speed.


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PostSubject: Re: There isn't a light in the sky. {Invite Only}   Wed Oct 27, 2010 6:05 pm

Rebecca wondered if the man just inches from her was finding amusment in invading her 'bubble' In response to her statement about standing rather close to her he simply leaned in more! Sending that forming tension level higher as he leaned over her, legs touching, her chest pressed up against him along with her hair tickling his skin, it was to close for comfort. Expecially from Rebecca, but she didn't love to show her discomfort like this. What happened in a uncomfortable situation like this? Why the fair maiden always would turn red in the face. And red in the face she went, her lips were presed together as her body shivered slightly.

Tension rose, an awkward one at that. Stoner boy number one who introduced himself as Hisoka left while the other man whom she never met or seen up close yet, seemed to disapear in the mist. Leaving the two Vizard alone in the air, abnormally close to eachother Rebecca exhaled but she selaed her lips tightly so that her cheeks inflated in a goofy way for a moment before she let the air slide through her lips. Her breath visible invisible infront of her. She then dipped away from the man, tossing her dampened locks over her shoulder as she turned back at the blonde haired Vizard who's strength towered over her own.

As she then listened to the man's story of what he once was and what he is today Rebecca felt a bit eased. However right after he spoke to her, calling out that she was a fake, as if Caylaya wasn't her name. Tilting her head to the side a bit Rebecca spoke softly

"Real name? Ah, I should explain. Not to disapoint you or anything, but you can't exactly claim me as a 'captain' sure i wore the haori and lead the division but i have no ability of Bankai. I was captain of the fourth division. Before that i was the lieutenant, and before that i was hopping division ranks within the Kido corps and such. However I was appointed captain as i fit the spot better then anyone else at the time. I haven't been captain for long because shortly after I left the fourth division and the soulsociety together. I doubt your records of the soulsociety are up to date, even so i wasn't captain long enough to be really recorded as my leave was just recent."

Caylaya was her name. The name her mother gave her. Rebecca was the name her father gave her and the one that she rarely shared with others. With that Rebecca let everyone know her by Caylaya,in which she could keep the name both her mother and father named her.


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PostSubject: Re: There isn't a light in the sky. {Invite Only}   Sun Oct 31, 2010 10:33 am

As suddenly as appearances dazzled, they fizzled away so suddenly. Of course, although this was inconvenient, it was to be expected of creatures such as these three. Dubbed "monstrous mistakes," these people were exiled from the Land of Souls, or killed if possible. Nevertheless, what was most important about Hisoka's swift leave was that he had announced any vital information beforehand, including a vote. Indeed, the man was high, as was this man still here, but outcasts like them were very difficult to find making mistakes and, when they did, it was not something any ordinary man could pick up. The vote counted and it was for... him? It was nearly unexpected for Hisoka to vote for Ichijouji, I mean, he had led as a captain before, but his time as a backseat driver was very stable up until this vote. Whatever the case, it was his decision to agree with Hisoka, thusly, any responsibilities that may or may not be bestowed upon him, will be fulfilled. Watching the stoner kid sprint away from the park, his silhouette gradually morphed into the darkness that was nighttime. Not too much later a slight rustling was heard as the male's body was maneuvered backwards; aha, that woman was slipping out of his grasp.

Having no intentions of pursuing her, he allowed the lady to clean herself up, so to speak, and become comfortable. Then he did the same, by twisting his body and removing his arm from the wall, placing him into an upright standing position; his face directed towards the woman. A stare of curious calmness may seem odd with the accompany of a large gash that fell over one eyes, however he would hope that this girl wasn't ignorant enough to believe that a scar could ruin the intentions of his facial expression. Whatever th scenario, one could derive from the womans' mannerisms that she wasn't too fond of the rain, and she was quite wet. It really wouldn't be proper to leave this woman alone, especially in a town like this. Karakura town, being one of the major worldly hot-spots in terms of spiritual pressure, was the best place for a Vizard to hide sheerly because it would be nearly impossible to track them down when so many other spiritually empowered beings are around as well. Unfortunately, this was a dual-edged sword, considering that any of these other spiritual beings could also be looking for the Vizards, or they could even just be mindless, bloodthirsty psychopaths. Having had his share of the rain too, Ichijouji ignores the maidens' speech about her awkward past, and begins speaking himself.

"So you don't like the rain? Tis' a shame, I suppose.. I know a hot springs close-by, that I often visit. It is somewhat hidden so privacy is assured, thusly, I would inquire as if you would want to join me. Oh.. and that man, Hisoka. He gave his vote, what is yours?"

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PostSubject: Re: There isn't a light in the sky. {Invite Only}   Sun Oct 31, 2010 3:42 pm

    stretching her arms over her head Rebecca relieved the tension in her cool stiff muscles and to get her mind off how awkward this situation was. Placing her hand on her shoulder Rebecca cocked her head to the side a bit, shutting her eyes momentary as a light 'ugh' escaped her lips. Rebecca then straitened herself out and focused on this blonde haired man who introduced himself as Ichijouji. 'Ichijouji' seemed to be an odd name for the man, not by the meaning but by the origin, which seemed to be Japanese. Ichijouji didn't seem Japanese to her with his blonde hair and muscular physic, but who was she to question this. Perhaps one of his parents was Japanese while the other wasn't. Rebecca on the other hand was clearly a foreigner with her Hebrew name and appearance. With her bright eyes blinking blankly Rebecca listened to Ichijouji's offer. Her lips weren't pressed together anymore and her body language seemed to give off the signal that she was relaxing now.

    "Rain? The rain is a love hate relationship with me. So I won't say I hate it.
    She said smoothly with her sweet and captivating voice. Right then she got a puzzled look on her face as she thought about something.

    "Hotspring?"
    Rebecca said somewhat confused. She wasn't fully use to the accutoms and things that people did over here in Japan. Back where Rebecca use to live, hotsprings where nowhere to be found. Of course she has heard of them but she never had visited one before. "I have never been to one before.... So... sure i guess." She said simply

    "For the vote...Eyyy i'll side with him on that. You've obviously had displayed more power then he has. I can't even compare completely. I mean I have yet to attain Bankai and I have to be careful with the abilities my Mask grants me because I could pass out from it. So ya, lead the way." She said. A small smirk formed across her full rosy lips which then turned into a full smile of pearly white teeth. "However don't expect me to bend over backwards for you." She said with a hint of a giggle. In truth Rebecca wasn't the type to trust someone easily. But to those who have gained her trust she would immediately drop what ever she was doing to aid a friend.

    Turning so that her back faced Ichijouji and her hands were resting on the back of her neck Rebecca slightly puckered her lips in a cute way. Her foot lightly grazed the stone ground, kicking up a puddle a bit so it went splishy splashy. Right then she turned her emerald green gaze back to Ichijouji.

    "So where exactly is this spring? I mean is it near the edge of town or something. 'Cuz you know my horse can get worried sometimes and I don't need him galloping around aimlessly and drawing attention to himself again." She said rather casually to Ichijouji, some details were obviously skipped that make Ichijouji question her. I guess one could say it was a bit of a habit that Rebecca would skip some details and talk about something the other person may know nothing about.

    Rebecca moved suttlely ahead, not sure in which direction she should go. Her gaze drifted to the ground, which rippled as drops of water hit the surface, Her whole body was soaked to the bone with water, One would think that she had jumped into a pool with her clothes on. They felt heady, holding all the water as they clung to her body. Rebecca then looked up at Ichijouji again, simply waiting for him to lead the way to this 'hotspring'. Rebecca hoped that the waters of the spring were warm and comforting as the rainwater was cool to the touch and the breeze that blew ever so gently made it all that more colder.
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PostSubject: Re: There isn't a light in the sky. {Invite Only}   Mon Nov 01, 2010 9:15 pm

Though the tales of unforeseen informations and sighting of these beings. Had the pursuer of all the feelings all around him of unceasing that was meant to be confronted in comfort of his own thought. Only to be seen nothing than a mere shadow in the cold brush of droplets in the engulfed air of many of the tiny particles had the young man never been stunned and forsaken in his own thought at heart and whim. Having the fluttering two of a kind words in and out the other end of each ear became a crumble in the core of this young man's head. Time had stood still before an entire flashback of memories, dead memories, and living memories of the passing old world into the new where time of sleep was divided into two and not one in which transfers onto the quicken correlation of time itself onto the new and forgotten time. Onto which the name of what has been spoken was removed form the scenery and into abstract again. Having to be alone in the darkness of this cold, wet, and lonely place caused the panicking within his heart of the thought of once was there before of his fleeting crimson caring heart. There wasn't enough for it in the lusting of pleasure in the soft words he spoke that only himself would have said on it's own. His own faked name that was a given by the once two non-departed children of the old world. Had the cursing in his mind stopped, he'd care to stop and look about the occurrence of the newly arrival and new situation going on around him. Though the slimness of his own large spiritual energy was just fleeting lower and lower to the enough force that had finally risen itself off the plank. It all came down into the snap of reality and in the binding darkness to kick it up a notch of the unjust done to him and the unjust of many within many questions or known to look answers in this man's whereabouts in the purpose of existences throughout life and death. Tsk... Grunting under his own breath of the warmth mist pouring out of his mouth gave him the confidence like any other day to kick off his right foot off the concrete passage and the sudden drawls of two of his twin guns known as for this world and the previous as the newest models for a Desert Eagle is his MK XIX - .44 Magnum. The New Mark XIX models are most distinguishable by the scope rail mount above the barrel. The .44 Magnum has a fluted barrel from the rest of the Eagles out there. POW! POW! POW! The shots grew loud from the outer from the off corners of their walking at the pace of unknown speeds that reached over their heads and dead on forwards in their sight to come to a halt at the motioning flares that came into contact with the solid surroundings around them. The moon became dark as the footsteps of the young man became closer and closer to them. I apologize, however, I am required to know what this all really is... I need questions answered. If you two, please." The darkness had engulf him all around from the park's trees as each footstep came closer to the two while the opening barrels of each gun gave off the steam waver of their exhausted aftereffect still in heat in similarities to the glowing eyes of Shuei Setsuna in the dark.

OOC: It's short, and I apologize for my leave the last time.
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PostSubject: Re: There isn't a light in the sky. {Invite Only}   Mon Nov 01, 2010 9:22 pm

OOC: Yeah sorry about my last post, it was rushed Surprised

'So.. I'm the leader, huh? That sucks.'

Two out of three votes for the mystery man, not including whoever that other man left outside. Apparently leadership was now a gift, rather than an achievement. This wasn't a terrible idea, one could denounce, and its' advantages could be exactly what is necessary for him to reach his own goal. Violence was never an ideal that was professed by him, however it was not anything he'd have trouble advocating if the time called for it.. And with a force like the one being handed to him right now, any doubts of a power struggle could vanish. Blueprints of a kingdom were not within this commanders' archives, however it is not unfair to say that a reward would be bestowed upon those who followed his aspirations. Not to worry either, a suitable plan has been previously arranged for all parties to receive an adequate compensation.

Onto the situation at hand, that woman was a very restless person. Incapable of staying still even for a moment, her hands and hips and head and legs kept deviating positions. From here to there and everywhere, it appeared that she was never perfectly comfortable. Nevertheless, she maintained the flow of the conversation still, which was efficient; although tedious for one's eyes and ears to attempt to keep track of her. With the rain and the hot-springs, an expression of awe overcame her at the mention of these elegant pools. The only honest quirk in that female's mannerisms that provoked was that falsified sense of innocence in her speech. Her laid back, unplanned responses remind him of a cocky child who believes he or she has super powers. Bearable as it is, coping with these flaws throughout the new journey would indefinitely prove unattractive. Eventually she relaxed(hopefully) and she slowed down to a point where her personality was at its natural balance. Her vote, as I said before, was for Ichijouji. Reasonings for such a decision weren't particularly good, nor did that woman appear to give a damn. Tis' a shame that she was this useless already; a lack of motivation is one thing, but her disregard for everything else was very cliche.

Action ended the break, that woman was moving again and her words were drooling with a "diva" sarcasm that made nearly every sane person want to smash their skulls into a wall. I mean, it was more-so that this chick was a restless, feisty cracker, nonetheless it wasn't too entertaining.

"If I need you to bend over backwards.. I'll grab hold of your neck and position you, myself..."

Tasteless words with a bland lack of enthusiasm. This woman was very odd and unnecessarily 'perky'. Her maneuvers led him to believe that she was making an attempt to manipulate him; this was stupid. If this was how the entire night was to turn out, then it would only be too soon before the whim of Ichijouji would vanish. Questions and babbling, all of it needed to slow down. Everything would discover itself anyways, if she would only shut the hell up and let him get to it. Even better, she has a horse. No matter how lifeless Ichijouji seemed, the woman could find something to spark. I mean, seconds did not pass before she started wandering off towards a location in which she was not familiar with. Where did she think she was going? Shutting about her constant yapping, Ichijouji withdrew one of his two remaining joints from his pocket, swiftly lighting it with an equipped lighter in the other hand. A long, deep drag was taken from the rolled marijuana instantaneously in order to clear his nerves again. Women similar to this one were superficially retarded, so one would have to endure her shenanigans until the awkward relationship shell cracked.

Ichijouji gradually swiveled his way towards the door, interrupting the womans' path by stepping in front of her. His eyes were tired and deeper than the ocean, as he unintentionally stared at the woman while removing his red sweatshirt. This did now mean that Ichijouji was topless, revealing the entirety of that rippling gash from cheek to chest. His torso was soaked and moderately muscular, however he was more lean that muscle. Toned to an extent, his physique was more than the average man; of course this was all for a purpose, not to show off like a tard. Only being a sweatshirt though, it was thicker then a jacket and was capable of insulating a lot of heat. Moderately wet, he outstretched his arm to offer his sweatshirt to the woman, for it was obviously much more accommodating than whatever she was wearing at the moment.

"Take it. It'll keep most of the rain from getting to you, if you wear the hood; I'll be fine."

Taking another long hit while waiting for the woman to seize the opportunity, Ichijouji would begin to stroll away towards the springs once she was all "ready."

OOC: Shuei, you posted RIGHT before me. I'm not editing, so meh.
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PostSubject: Re: There isn't a light in the sky. {Invite Only}   Tue Nov 02, 2010 4:21 pm

    A slight smirk spread across those full rosy lips of hers at his remark. Her lips parted as she then quickly said "I guess that's one way to do it." However she felt as if there was a slight annoyance in his words as she came to think about it. Rebecca thought to herself about Ichijouji being her 'leader' momentarily. Why did he ask for her 'vote'. To be honest who was she to really vote, he was clearly stronger then her and the other man who introduced himself as Hisoka had already admitted to that.

    Rebecca kept switching her balance from one leg to the other, she felt awkward standing still, nervousness had obviously risen to the surface.
    "Clearly this man is annoyed with you, I'm surprised he never hit you over the head with a hammer or something. What's with you?"

    Nevaeh questioned, his voice echoing inside of her head. Nevaeh was Rebecca's inner hollow, who looked more angelic then anything but was really far from that. Usually Sangre, the complete invertation of Nevaeh and the dominant Zanpakuto spirit was the one to usually speak up. However Sangre's voice was always washed out when Rebecca separated herself from Duby who one would consider to be a part of her zanpakuto. With Duby straying away from her Nevaeh was always the one who haunted her and invaded her mind's sanctuary.

    Pursing her lips Rebecca caught onto Nevaeh's words. She realized that she was rambling on and on about meaningless things, with the inability to even keep still. Running her hand through her wet locks of darkened golden hair Rebecca thought to herself when it was the last time she really got to sit down and talk to anyone. Obviously it seemed as if she never talked with someone in years. Was she really alone for that long? The tinge of Marijuana smoke tickled her nose and brought her back to her scenes. Looking up Rebecca noticed that Ichijouji held out his sweatshirt for her to take. Don't tell me she was shaking uncontrollably to. Rebecca recalled some normal shivering but the man didn't need to offer his coat like that. Perhaps it was simple curtsy. Normally Rebecca would refuse but she however reached out for the jacket, gripping it tenderly in her delicate hands as she swung the damp coat over her, without slipping her arms through the sleeves and flipping the hood over her head so it hung over her, the coat draping over her body.

    A light blush fluttered onto the apples of her chilled cheeks, she felt bad however for leaving him there shirtless. Perhaps they should get moving to the hotsprings as soon as possible. Almost forgetting her manners momentarily as she was lost in this thought Rebecca parted her lips.

    "T-Thank you." She stuttered somewhat cutely. Her eyes diverted to the ground as she was shy to make eye contact. Pressing her lips together she exhaled deeply then drifted her gaze back up at Ichijouji

    "You know... Next time tell me when I get annoying like that. It's just... been a while ya know? I guess we should hurry. I don't want you to catch cold because of me."
    She said in a more calm and collected tone of voice. She watched her words more carefully. She didn't need to torture him with more pointless rambles. Right then she finally realized that he was taking a long drag from his joint. Great, she annoyed him to the point where he needed drugs to calm him down.

    BANG BANG BANG! Right then the sound of bullets being fired and rikashading off of objects echoed through the feint pitter patter of the rain hitting the stone walkways. Immediately instincts kicked in and Rebecca's hands slid down to firmly touch where her own Smith & Wesson .500 Magnum handguns guns rested, her hands being covered by Ichijouji's coat hanging around her. However she felt like something was off. As the sounds has rung into her ears her heart fluttered with excitement. Right then a young man approached the two vizards. The man from earlier whom Rebecca had thought to disappear in the midst of the rain had reappeared in a bang. With apologetic words from him Rebecca lowered her hand casually to her side, her brows furrowed in confusion. Was firing his guns necessary to get their attention? Rebecca let out a sigh, the puff of warm air made itself visible in the cold atmosphere, soon fading away.


    "Your excited, how pitiful..." Nevaeh said rather calmly, knowing how Rebecca felt. It was odd. Rebecca then quickly slipped off Ichijouji's coat and hung it on his head, in a moment she was gone. For what reasons? Who knew.....


    EXIT
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PostSubject: Re: There isn't a light in the sky. {Invite Only}   Tue Nov 02, 2010 9:04 pm

Bang! Shuei accidentally pulls the trigger on his skull and instantly kills himself. Thus his soul vanishes for good as his stolen equipment lays on the ground. Without gaining answers the life of Shuei ends in an instance. Only to have bothered the others his time and effort ended in shame and misfortune.

[Character is DEAD]

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PostSubject: Re: There isn't a light in the sky. {Invite Only}   Tue Nov 02, 2010 9:08 pm

OOC: Well this became awkward quickly.

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