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Post by Merrick on Mar 4, 2018 10:43:14 GMT
The lights in the night sky were dancing in a beautiful arrangement as Merrick Hunai Iwasaki made his way through the Tsubakidai Park, taking time from the Soul Society to enjoy the world he once knew before becoming a Shinigami. He looked up at the moon and the stars, thanking God for their glorious display in the heavens. The oak trees were grand and tall in the forest portion of this park he was strolling through, and filled with all manner of low, but relaxing nocturnal animal sounds. Each animal in their respective places as God ordained from the beginning to bring forth this great symphony of nature was ever pleasant to the raven-haired Shinigami's ears as he walked down the well-designed pathway through the trees. His white scarf and long black hair flowing gracefully through the cool breeze of the night air gave a real epic and dramatic vibe to his evening walk.
Merrick was contemplating what adventures next awaited him in life as a Shinigami, never knowing what the future holds, but trusting that it will all work out in the end. He understood that he must remain prepared everyday, taking into account that there was some talk of a new breed of Quincy who had a bad history with the Soul Society long ago. Over the years, it seemed like they were either extinct or too few for them to even be a genuine concern for the Thirteen Court Guard Squads. But according to reports, there seems to be a few plots coming together among the Quincy in efforts to fight against the Soul Society as it currently stands. Therefore, as Merrick stopped by the flowing river over by an opening in the trees, he wondered what part he would play in this grand tragedy of the Soul Society. |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2018 1:37:53 GMT
Gage ran on, his heart thumping in his chest like that of a war drum. This was nearly hour two of his late night run. Unlike many spiritual races the fullbringer was required to maintain a level of physical fitness in there human body so that it could withstand the rigors of spiritual combat. For him, that meant maintaining his high level of stamina through intense workouts. This being Monday that meant he was to finish his two hour run. For most normal people the pace that he maintained would appear to be close to that of a Sprint but for him it was more of a jog. His sweater was drenched, the work having soaked through his undershirt and into the thick cotton keeping him protected from the cold. In his ears he has his headphones, blaring music in sync with his footsteps and muting out the exterior world with the sound cancelling function.
He enjoyed his late night fitness routines. His days were normally jam-packed with work, stress being high on his mind. This was his chance to unwind and let loose on the city. At 25 miles an hour on foot he had reached nearly 42 mi in the time he has been out. Last lap around the town and he was going to call it a night. At least until something poked at his senses. Something was up and about, tiptoeing its way around his town. Slowing his run to a jog he closes his eyes and feels outward, sensing the general direction of whomever was out there. Most certainly not a hollow, Quincy being out of the question with the situation as it is. Most certainly a Shinigami. There was no doubt. Perhaps it was time to go say hello, his new role in Soul Society was not widely advertised so it was important that he make himself known for the most positive impact.
Trotting over he suppresses his energy, down to that of a seated officer. No point in accidentally scaring off a potential set of ears. A useful second set of eyes working in this town was hard to come by. Best make a good first impression. "Hello."
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Post by Merrick on Mar 11, 2018 10:56:46 GMT
As Merrick was watching the river flow so peacefully through the forest, his zanpakutou spoke up, "Hunai-San, what is it that you desire most in your Shinigami life?" Merrick was a little taken aback by his sword's inquiry of his wielder's deepest longings, and also took into account that since Doteki-Ryoku was part of him, it would follow that he would know already. Merrick drew his one of his dual blades to see it glow white, prompting him to respond, "I assumed you already knew being part of my soul, DR." He could feel his sword sigh disappointedly, "I want you to say it out loud." Merrick knew his sword always had a purpose behind asking questions like these, so he thought about it for a minute and then replied, "I want to serve God and the Soul Society in the best way possible by becoming stronger in my abilities as a Soul Reaper." Doteki-Ryoku inquired of him as if Merrick were in an interview of some kind, "How do you plan on doing that?"
Just as Merrick was starting to think of a few ways to answer that question thoroughly, Merrick felt Doteki-Ryoku spiritually point behind him saying snappily, "Someone blonde this way comes, Hunai-San." The raven-haired Shinigami curiously turned around to behold the sight of a blonde, good-looking young man jogging over to him with a friendly face, giving Merrick the impression that this stranger may be a new friend. But deciding to err on the side of caution, he sheathed his zanpakutou and crossed his arms as he stood a few feet away stating a friendly greeting, "Hello." Merrick then leaned his left shoulder against one of the trees next to him, responding half-friendly, half-suspiciously, "Evening. How may I be of service to you?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2018 11:17:44 GMT
Gage slows to a trot, a welcoming smile spraying across his face. Internally though, his thoughts outwardly hidden, he becomes painfully aware that he is not currently wearing his fullbring. it was not that he regularly traveled without it on his person, it was just that when he goes running he travels without it. Forcing his body to use his own energy as opposed to dipping into any types of energy Reserve that his fullbring would grant. It also teaches him to not be one hundred percent dependent on his fullbring all the time. The choice however left him feeling naked, exposed to the world with his senses almost constantly picking up the littlest of noises or surges in energy.
"Hi, my name is Gage. I work with Soul Society as a human world liason. You might have seen me around before. I just figured I'd stop and say hello, introducing myself if you are going to be working regularly in the human world." His breath was still a little ragged from the run, is heart rate audible in the way he was breathing. Sweat dripped down his forehead and into his eyes.
It was not unusual for him to reach out to strangers and introduce himself. Gage lights to think that he was decently friendly and would go out of his way to make himself known. It was not one to sit quietly on a subway and read to himself. What can you do, he is just a friendly person.
Reaching out to shake hands he offers it with what would appear as a gesture of peace.
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