Post by Tōshirō Hitsugaya on Mar 27, 2016 20:31:31 GMT
An odd reading that vanished, a garbled distress call that ended in a scream. This was the little amount of data Toshiro had going into this mission. This kind of mission, one where the parameters are blurry, where he is ordered simply to go and figure it out, was the worst kind of mission. He felt vulnerable this way, like something might be drawing him out. Unprepared for what trickery the beasts might come up with this time. Toshiro had dealt with arrancars and everything in between. Little surprised this captain after everything he’s seen, save for the unknown.
Toshiro burst from the Senkaimon, denreishinki in hand. The map showed the location where the distress call had been sent. The last known location of a doomed man. The device indicated southwest. With a step off of the top of a nearby pole, Toshiro nearly flew for his objective. Lives were at risk, it had already been thirty minutes since the distress call was received. He did not think well for their chances. The odd vanishing reading, was a huge spiritual pressure. Adjucha class, which is why deploying a captain was deemed necessary.
The shinigami burst into view in a large field. A park where children played on a steel jungle in day, bordered by a wooded area. This was the place, according the communicator. The night had fallen upon the city hours earlier, which would certainly not help the search effort. Toshiro flashed to the exact location pointed out by the waypoint on the device. He looked down and saw a splatter of blood. Toshiro mused how he loved technology as he bent down to inspect the stain. The blood splattered in an arc, with another smaller one beside it. Sometimes, just how the blood splatters on the ground can indicate what was used to make the wound. It seems this one was cut. There were more splotches of blood, leading away from this point.
The blood lead him to the forest. He hated forests, always hard to move around. The splotches were getting smaller and smaller, not good. He only walked about fifty feet into the forest before the sound of an ear splitting slam shook every tree around him. Toshiro ran near as fast as a leopard to the source of the sound, now a source of reiatsu as he got ever closer. He could hear the Denreishinki going crazy in his pocket. He broke the treeline into an area that looked like a soccer field. The first thing that came into view was a hollow being cleaved in two. An excellent attack, a clean slice right through the middle, and the hollow faded away. There was a shinigami, on his knees and terrified. What was much more interesting, was the hollow’s killer.
Toshiro stood above the shinigami, hand on his sword with not a single glance to officer crouching beside him. The shinigami, however, was distraught. “Captain Hitsugaya! Sir! I’m so sorry sir, I’m so sorry!”
Toshiro only regarded him with words, “We’ll talk later. For now, stay back. Try to get back to the Soul Society if you can.” Toshiro had that serious look on his face, that one Matsumoto annoyingly found cute. The shinigami needn’t be told twice, as he scampered back into the woods and the safety of the trees.
“Just another routine mission, they said. Go and save someone’s dumb ass, they said. But to find a mod soul, now that’s anything but routine.” The captain drew his sword, his reiatsu sharp and focused. “And to find one so powerful. You're certainly a dangerous oddity. I’ll only ask once for you to surrender, though I’m certain I'm wasting my breath.”
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Toshiro burst from the Senkaimon, denreishinki in hand. The map showed the location where the distress call had been sent. The last known location of a doomed man. The device indicated southwest. With a step off of the top of a nearby pole, Toshiro nearly flew for his objective. Lives were at risk, it had already been thirty minutes since the distress call was received. He did not think well for their chances. The odd vanishing reading, was a huge spiritual pressure. Adjucha class, which is why deploying a captain was deemed necessary.
The shinigami burst into view in a large field. A park where children played on a steel jungle in day, bordered by a wooded area. This was the place, according the communicator. The night had fallen upon the city hours earlier, which would certainly not help the search effort. Toshiro flashed to the exact location pointed out by the waypoint on the device. He looked down and saw a splatter of blood. Toshiro mused how he loved technology as he bent down to inspect the stain. The blood splattered in an arc, with another smaller one beside it. Sometimes, just how the blood splatters on the ground can indicate what was used to make the wound. It seems this one was cut. There were more splotches of blood, leading away from this point.
The blood lead him to the forest. He hated forests, always hard to move around. The splotches were getting smaller and smaller, not good. He only walked about fifty feet into the forest before the sound of an ear splitting slam shook every tree around him. Toshiro ran near as fast as a leopard to the source of the sound, now a source of reiatsu as he got ever closer. He could hear the Denreishinki going crazy in his pocket. He broke the treeline into an area that looked like a soccer field. The first thing that came into view was a hollow being cleaved in two. An excellent attack, a clean slice right through the middle, and the hollow faded away. There was a shinigami, on his knees and terrified. What was much more interesting, was the hollow’s killer.
Toshiro stood above the shinigami, hand on his sword with not a single glance to officer crouching beside him. The shinigami, however, was distraught. “Captain Hitsugaya! Sir! I’m so sorry sir, I’m so sorry!”
Toshiro only regarded him with words, “We’ll talk later. For now, stay back. Try to get back to the Soul Society if you can.” Toshiro had that serious look on his face, that one Matsumoto annoyingly found cute. The shinigami needn’t be told twice, as he scampered back into the woods and the safety of the trees.
“Just another routine mission, they said. Go and save someone’s dumb ass, they said. But to find a mod soul, now that’s anything but routine.” The captain drew his sword, his reiatsu sharp and focused. “And to find one so powerful. You're certainly a dangerous oddity. I’ll only ask once for you to surrender, though I’m certain I'm wasting my breath.”
