Post by ✠Asmoskon Masurao✠ on Nov 6, 2021 2:27:42 GMT -5
Moving through the streets that had once been his home was eerie to the man known as Asmoskon. What had once been simply streets in the town that he lived in. The area he had finished growing up in. The small spiritual town where he went to school, he’d met his best friend, met his love. This damn place held many memories. The very place where a majority of events had taken place that led to him going down the path which only led him back here. Stepping foot back here wasn’t something that he wanted, something that he had avoided doing over the last few years. He’d made his decision though and with that choice he had to come back here if for nothing else than to see his friend. Checking in on Kazura was something that was necessary, the only thing he believed that would be a positive experience while he remained in Karakura.
Seeing his friend though wasn’t going to be until later as he remained a busy man leading a company that wasn’t just a major player in the spiritual environment, but the public eye of the human world. For this reason Asmoskon had been walking around seeing the very environment that haunted so many of his dreams. The high school that had once claimed his name. Streets, buildings, the park all places where his life had been put on the line facing off against others in the heat of combat. Despite seeing all of these things once again Quincy felt nothing, it was almost like his connection with the young man who had shared his name was gone. Had he become something different?
Time continued to stretch as the day reached the midpoint while Asmoskon continued to stay in motion eventually coming upon a tea shop which gave off a pleasant scent. One that normal humans wouldn’t be able to pick up on yet his nose had been developed to the point that even most wild animals would fall short in comparison. Choosing to enter into the shop and have a cup Asmoskon sits by the window. His physical appearance wasn’t super striking with the only exception being the black eye patch on his right side where his eye had been destroyed. The rest of his clothing was simply a pair of black jeans, dark sleeveless shirt with a black leather coat. While he’d wait to make his order he began to go over all the identities in his head remembering faces, names, addresses, powers of all the Quincy.
Seeing his friend though wasn’t going to be until later as he remained a busy man leading a company that wasn’t just a major player in the spiritual environment, but the public eye of the human world. For this reason Asmoskon had been walking around seeing the very environment that haunted so many of his dreams. The high school that had once claimed his name. Streets, buildings, the park all places where his life had been put on the line facing off against others in the heat of combat. Despite seeing all of these things once again Quincy felt nothing, it was almost like his connection with the young man who had shared his name was gone. Had he become something different?
Time continued to stretch as the day reached the midpoint while Asmoskon continued to stay in motion eventually coming upon a tea shop which gave off a pleasant scent. One that normal humans wouldn’t be able to pick up on yet his nose had been developed to the point that even most wild animals would fall short in comparison. Choosing to enter into the shop and have a cup Asmoskon sits by the window. His physical appearance wasn’t super striking with the only exception being the black eye patch on his right side where his eye had been destroyed. The rest of his clothing was simply a pair of black jeans, dark sleeveless shirt with a black leather coat. While he’d wait to make his order he began to go over all the identities in his head remembering faces, names, addresses, powers of all the Quincy.