Post by hidane1 on Apr 27, 2016 6:46:52 GMT
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Dim eyes watched the sun setting behind the distant horizon. Jet black hair swayed in a gentle breeze, the sky a deep blue approaching black splattered with clouds glowing brilliant oranges and yellows and reds, the town below beginning to shift from the busy shuffle of the day to the bustling life of night, some shadowed street lights flickering on. Men and women in suits and formal dresses became teenagers and young adults in more casual, comfortable clothing as everyone was going to enjoy their night on the town. Cafes, clubs, bars, the like; but not tonight, not for the Visored watching over the world once more. Tonight was not a night of losing one’s self for him. He slid off the edge of the rooftop, falling several stories to the sidewalk below, using the Reishi in the air to soften his landing and remain unharmed. Kurosenkou hung at his side in her sheathe, his ornamented black robes flowing about him in the oncoming night’s breeze.
He walked the streets, slowly and carelessly, concealing his Reiatsu to near-undetectable levels. Tonight was not a night of wild abandonment and violence. It had been a long day, or rather several days, as he had no idea how long he’d been out after trying to release his Hollow powers, and he needed to relax, to unwind, and to clear his head; his head was already clearer than it had been in weeks, or rather, years. He’d avoided alcohol at all costs today; it would not help him in what he needed to do, what he needed to figure out. He’d stopped in at the bar shortly after it had opened only to tell the bartender there, a rogue Shinigami in hiding that he had befriended decades ago, that he was alright, and that there was no longer anything for her to worry about. After that, he had found his perch on the rooftop and watched the day slowly drift on, the mundane, repetitive, but nonetheless passionate and intriguing lives of the humans before moving forward as he watched.
He wasn’t sure what exactly he expected to find, or what even he was looking for, but there were things he felt he couldn’t let himself keep ignoring his problems anymore. He’d spend two decades too long letting alcohol and slaughtering Hollows be the answers to his problems; what he needed was to move on, or find some closure.
Looking around, Hidane found these streets familiar; not just in the sense that he’d seen these particular streets dozens, if not hundreds of times, in his patrols, but that he’d found something particularly interesting in the area before. As if on cue, a heavenly aroma seemed to swirl through the air around him, carried on by the constant breeze of the night; almost without thinking, the Visored began to follow it, and soon came to a simple brick-faced building set in between two more… modern-looking buildings, to say the least. Large windows in front showed inside the bakery, and there was some more modern lighting outside illuminating the front and the sign over the door; ‘Caesar’s Bakery’.
“Caesar…” Hidane said in a hushed tone as memories began to come back to him; perhaps it would take more than a day or two for the two decades of spending most of his time drinking to work its way out of his system after all. He pushed open the door, stepping in. Had he found another from his past that was still alive? He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d been here, but he remembered it feeling just as cozy to step into the warmth and the wondrous smells as it did now. Nobody was at any of the few tables set up along the walls, nor behind the counter; it was late, after all, and business was probably slow as the day crowd fled to their homes and the night crowd was just beginning to take to the streets. “Anybody home?”