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Post by Strife on Jun 26, 2018 4:12:10 GMT
The sun had set in Karakura town it was a clear night without a cloud in the sky, the moonlight was bright casting its glow across the buildings leaving shadows where it could not reach. It was silent the streets were surprisingly empty and only the crickets were chirping when Strife tore his way into the human world, The sewer inlet shook and it's lid nearly popped off its foundation. Like a sewer dwelling clown out of a horror movie two eyes peered from the sewer inlet piercing the darkness. Strife oozed his way out of the drain into the street, growing into a relatively humanoid shape a mix of grotesque eyes and fragments of previous victims. Across the intersection from him was the Karakura Hospital, he had been here before and he knew it was an all you can eat sampling of humans living and on the verge of death,But the souls of the deceased just didn't do it for him, he preferred the living that way he could savor the meal and suck every ounce of their essence as if they were a children's juice box. Strife was impatient, he searched the hospital for an opening and found a sliding glass window that was left partially open and scaled the wall squeezing his flaccid form through the opening.
Once inside he found he was in luck he didn't need to go far, before finding the bed of a young girl, she couldn't be much older then fifteen, slender with brown hair. Her spirit energy wasn't anything to note, but of course the fact that she was hooked up to several monitors and machines could only mean she wasn't in very good health. No matter she was an effortless snack, The girl was unconscious and would bend to his will easily, without hesitation Strife poured his body onto her bonding with her torso and partially along her arms and legs. The girls body convulsed and gasped only once before her once closed eyes snapped open. Her gaze was empty her pupils dilated, Her lights were on but alas no one was home. The girls body was unable to resist as he forced her to raise from the hospital bed pulling free from the i.v lines and sensors and as she reached her feet to the floor the monitors alarm sounded letting out a loud flat line sound. "damn so much for doing this quietly". He knew he had to take his meal and run, as he made for the window and jumped down from the 2nd floor to the street below. Even from that small drop, the girls bones creaked, her muscles were stiff and atrophied, this made moving her a little more troublesome. Before any of the hospital staff got a chance to realize she was missing he shambled, in the body down the street in the direction of a park it was fairly dark and he wouldn't be disturbed or spotted. After all this girl was only wearing a hospital gown. To his surprise this girl was rather stable still, but for how long she would last was anyone's guess.
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Post by Satoshi on Jun 27, 2018 3:24:44 GMT
Shinigami, disgusting. The immediate disgraces to the very name of "God's of Death", and even worse, terrible heralds of the act of death. And to top it off, the afterlife was a complete shame to the very idea of heaven. It made his soul twitch and ache. Death did not come to his souls in person, he came with them split in between thousands of his own personality.
At least that one was thing the Soul Society had attempted to employ, but had clearly failed to obtain in both structure and idea. Their Shinigami were nothing more then pathetic fragmented souls wielding brittle blades of lies and false triumph. True death was cunning, everlasting, and it could not be avoided. Such was Thanatos, the true God of Death. This was Satoshi. And rarely did anyone ever truly meet death in the face, rather they meat his reapers. For the cowardice, death was absolute.
For the vulgar, death was eternal in hell. And for the worthy, death was an option of peace. White Robed Jagdarmee, Hunter Quincy of the Wandenreichw ere on the hunt; as per their name. If you listened close in the night, you could hear the feint whistles of bright white arrows slicing the very air, piercing the false prophets in their skull with one marvelous blow, and ending their tyranny.
They came from shadows and darkness, striking down and claiming whoever's soul was deemed deadlined on their time. Their 'date of death', as it were. Metaphorical, of course. But not tonight.
Tonight, it was as true as any commandment written in stone. One could even say by God, and his name was Ywhach. The true arbiter of Heaven. And the only one to claim the Underworld as his own. He was, as you would say, the true Hades.
Something peculiar was inbound. The young Quincy Jagdarmee used his Hirenkyaku to advanced past obstacles in the dark city alley's. He quickly leaped over vents and garbes, sprinting and jumping up toward a fence; gripping it with a hand and flipping over before quickly advancing once more. He came onto a dead-end, forcing him to bound and hop up the wall on either side, using them as props; left and right and left and right until he reached the top--ending it with a roll onto the rooftop.
Karakura hospital always a decisive location for souls. So likewise, it a charitable position for hollows to quench their undying thirst for energy and evolution. He was usually the one that lurked in the dark, but tonight, something else stunk of death and decay. And this time, it was new. Something he hadn't felt before--and he had to know. As he came down onto the ground with a loud thud, he peered around. But all he could see was a girl walking about..
But it had the reiatsu of a hollow. What is this? He walked up.
Satoshi © All rights reserved, 2015-2016.
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Post by Strife on Jun 28, 2018 13:24:21 GMT
As Strife shambled away he felt the presence of a potent spiritual pressure, it smelled Delicious, a quincy perhaps
Quickly he used his polymorphic bodies capabilities of illusion to create the robes of a soul reaper on the girl, from the sandals down to
the generic look of a zanpakto on her waist at first glance a pretty convincing disguise. It was fairly dark, hopefully the intruder would be less suspicious and would go about his buisness.
He turned to the man and raised the girls arm to wave at him, with a empty monotone voice the girl said Hello and turned to act is if on patrol going about her business.
Moving in a generous stride he continued his way toward the park. He did not want to have an altercation with that Quincy especially
with his meal in tow, can't i have a meal in peace. Soul reapers were so annoying let alone a quimcy always butting in, on the natural cycle of things.
Some souls pass on some souls get eaten. Like fish in the sea, Humans will always have a predator. Do humans kill bigger fish for eating smaller fish?
No of course not, they just wait till that fish gets plump and then pluck it from the sea if they can. They do what it takes to survive.
Strife was no different he refused to devolve back into a gillian and lose himself, what little of him he was able to retain.
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