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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2016 15:59:15 GMT
How in the world did this keep happening to him? It seemed like ever since he lost his Fullbring release he was constantly in some state of being crushed, being pressed in between some rock and a hard place with he himself being the nail and almost the entire world has its chance to be the hammer. This time Gage had just finished off an amazingly strong hollow. From what he had gathered it was an ancient hollow, back before the city had even set itself up. It had made it so long due to its natural abilities to kill humans after they 'voluntarily' left their homes from a depression that it was able to cause. After they left it would take its time about hunting them down and hacking them up. From what Gage was able to piece together it used to be some kind of old age psychologist, one that talked his patients into running away from their problems before he killed them slowly and carefully.
Its current form was similar to that of a snake man, the lower longer body of a massive snake with two sets of arms that each ended with a long curved blade hooked at the tip to cause as much damage as possible. Gage did not have too much trouble with ending this particular hollow but he did find himself out in the woods, far from any kind of help, with one injury that the snake beast had given him in its death throws. The tendon hooking his pectoral to his arm/shoulder was severed by a quick blade slash. If Gage was wearing the armor that he had made this would not be an issue but a poor last minuet decision to travel light left him now out in the middle of the woods with no signal, no help, too much blood lost to 'step' to safety and a quickly numbing arm that most likely had severe nerve damage.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2016 6:03:13 GMT
The world of the living was a dangerous place for any shinigami, but for Katsumi it was even more precarious. Katsumi is, to say the least, ineffective when it comes to combat. The Human's world was perilous for a weak thing like her, yet she found this world fascinating. For a shinigami there is a literal separation between themselves and the world. This gave a strange feeling of solitude, but mixed with fear, as you are not the only one. This city in particular was known for very frequent activity. The density of Reishi here is like a soup compared to the rest of the world. Perhaps that is why Katsumi frequented this place. The reishi draws all manners of souls here. She could sense them, many of them, great and small in the distance, flame and shadow that danced in the dark.
Lest the dark come to life and something attempt to pounce, Katsumi kept her reiatsu on a low output as she walked leisurely through a forested park. The moon hung lazily overhead, not yet at its apex in the sky. There is little more than a concrete path through the forest, only a few street lamps, herself, and her sword. Or so she thought. Kat halted the moment she saw it. Cast into view by the light was a trail of blood and bloody shoeprints- and no small amount either. She followed the trail, no doctor would turn away while someone was clearly wounded.
It did not take long to find him. The trail lead Katsumi off the path and into the forest, where it became hard to follow. But as Katsumi grew closer, she could not mistake the feeling of a spiritual being. The Reiatsu is strange however, not Shinigami or Hollow but definitely reiatsu of a kind Katsumi did not recognize. Now she followed her sense to where, she did not know. It took only a moment to find a man, what seemed to be a human, walking with one hand clutching his shoulder. Just looking at him, Katsumi could sense an immense spiritual pressure. It seems Katsumi has found one of the flames in the dark. And it certainly seemed to need her help. Every instinct of preservation screamed in resistance of her next action, but her pride screamed louder than all of them.
"Hey! Wait!" She called after him. "You have lost way too much blood. Since you haven't passed out already, I wouldn't be surprised if you do, and very soon."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2016 19:15:23 GMT
So he was hurt, bleeding badly and probably on the verge of passing out but that was not going to stop him from trying to get home. He has been through too much to let himself be done in by the literal wild. He could have simply 'stepped' into the air to find the nearest way home if he had not lost so much blood but there was little that he could do, his limitations making him realize how 'mortal' he felt at the moment. Then through the brush and trees like a dream someone appeared. At first Gage could not help but wonder, perhaps he had indeed lost too much blood and he was now hallucinating but lucky for him she spoke, snapping his mind out of the fog of blood loss.
Her words were weak, almost as if he were trying to hear her through a pillow, the voice going in and out of his ears like he were spinning. To him he seemed tired, his legs weak and a odd sensation in his face but to anyone else he would seem like he was quite literally at deaths door. His torso was coated in blood, he was white from his blood loss and he was swaying. It was as if he could not stay standing upright of his own volition. "Yeah, I...I uh...I think I am a little lost. Could you point me in the direction of the nearest gas station?" He completely missed the fact that she was in fact dressed as a Shinigami, her clothing something that he was not coherent enough to actually see.
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