Post by Hado Tachimoto on Jan 13, 2014 21:35:22 GMT -5
Hado faintly flexed his arm; his fingers opened and closed slowly and he stretched to the best of his ability. This was his first time in a Gigai, and it honestly felt like he'd been forced into a suit that ran a few sizes too small. He had been warned that such an experience was common for first-time users, but actually experiencing it was rather... Odd. He could stare at his hands, kick his legs, gasp for air, yet nothing felt real, and everything felt like a marionette pulled by a puppeteer. This was DEFINITELY not a sensation that he enjoyed, and the level of discomfort was clearly visible on his face. He had been told to go muck around the Human world for a little bit, get used to the body. Strict orders were given to constantly mask his Reiatsu, and to not cause any trouble, but ultimately he was told to go relax.
Naturally, Hado had ABSOLUTELY NO idea what anyone was supposed to for fun in the human world... Or Soul Society for that matter. One of the blank faces suggested something called a mall, giving explicit directions and a small bit of human spending money. The young Shinigami just nodded dumbly, turned on his heel and walked off without another word. He had no idea what in blazes this 'mall' could be, but hopefully it would be a quiet, orderly place where Hado could just lose himself in his thoughts. That's the closest he's really ever come to having fun, whatever the hell fun was. Even the word itself was strange, it just didn't roll off the tongue like most, and it sounded like a strange odor... Fun.
Of course, by his absolutely BRILLIANT luck, this 'mall' turned out to be a shopping center. Oh, and ohhhh no, it wasn't just some paltry market with vendors peddling their goods. No, there seemed to be enough people to populate ALL of Rukongai, packed in a MASSIVE complex he could only assume was the size of Seretei, and ALL hustling and bustling about with bags filled with... Things. Perhaps for the 3rd time, in a single week, the human world was giving the poor Shinigami vertigo, and it would not be the first time he wished for his memories back. He sighed dejectedly, but finally resigned himself to the learning experience that this mob would surely provide.
He killed a bit of time just walking around, but perhaps now would be the time to note his apparel. Simple navy blue jeans, white sneakers, black short sleeve shirt, the entire ensemble was a true testament to his casual tastes. Still, the pants fit him snugly, yet comfortably; the shoes were either new or impeccably maintained, and the shirt hugged his well defined torso. Wiry muscles snaked their way across his chest, he was by no means a body builder, his build more closely resembling that of a professional athlete. However, his most defining features, was the ocean blue hair that trickled down to his shoulders. Eyes a deeper blue than should be possible twinkled faintly as his gaze lazily drifted across the various boutiques. It had been at least a half an hour, but one had finally caught his interest.
He entered quietly, discovering quickly that the store displayed some sort of specialty product. There were Katana on the walls, but none were remotely regulation, and were extremely poorly forged; probably for a costume or something. There was candy, accessories, and various drinks that he just couldn't imagine tasting. Well, he had a bit of money, so he may as well. A random passerby recommended some strange sticks to him, calling them pocky or something, and since he didn't know what else to buy, he obliged. He brought two boxes of sticks, one chocolate and one strawberry, and one bottle of strawberry-melon flavored... Thingie. The Shinigami left the store with his purchases and sat on a bench, just staring at the odd bottle in his hands. "Now how in the hell do I open this thing..." He tried just pulling on the top of the bottle, following the instructions, hell he even turned it upside down to see what the hell was obstructing the damn thing! This went on for at least five minutes, and eventually he just held the thing in his hands with a defeated look on his face. His features were pulled into a pout, the stupid juice bottle had bested him.
Naturally, Hado had ABSOLUTELY NO idea what anyone was supposed to for fun in the human world... Or Soul Society for that matter. One of the blank faces suggested something called a mall, giving explicit directions and a small bit of human spending money. The young Shinigami just nodded dumbly, turned on his heel and walked off without another word. He had no idea what in blazes this 'mall' could be, but hopefully it would be a quiet, orderly place where Hado could just lose himself in his thoughts. That's the closest he's really ever come to having fun, whatever the hell fun was. Even the word itself was strange, it just didn't roll off the tongue like most, and it sounded like a strange odor... Fun.
Of course, by his absolutely BRILLIANT luck, this 'mall' turned out to be a shopping center. Oh, and ohhhh no, it wasn't just some paltry market with vendors peddling their goods. No, there seemed to be enough people to populate ALL of Rukongai, packed in a MASSIVE complex he could only assume was the size of Seretei, and ALL hustling and bustling about with bags filled with... Things. Perhaps for the 3rd time, in a single week, the human world was giving the poor Shinigami vertigo, and it would not be the first time he wished for his memories back. He sighed dejectedly, but finally resigned himself to the learning experience that this mob would surely provide.
He killed a bit of time just walking around, but perhaps now would be the time to note his apparel. Simple navy blue jeans, white sneakers, black short sleeve shirt, the entire ensemble was a true testament to his casual tastes. Still, the pants fit him snugly, yet comfortably; the shoes were either new or impeccably maintained, and the shirt hugged his well defined torso. Wiry muscles snaked their way across his chest, he was by no means a body builder, his build more closely resembling that of a professional athlete. However, his most defining features, was the ocean blue hair that trickled down to his shoulders. Eyes a deeper blue than should be possible twinkled faintly as his gaze lazily drifted across the various boutiques. It had been at least a half an hour, but one had finally caught his interest.
He entered quietly, discovering quickly that the store displayed some sort of specialty product. There were Katana on the walls, but none were remotely regulation, and were extremely poorly forged; probably for a costume or something. There was candy, accessories, and various drinks that he just couldn't imagine tasting. Well, he had a bit of money, so he may as well. A random passerby recommended some strange sticks to him, calling them pocky or something, and since he didn't know what else to buy, he obliged. He brought two boxes of sticks, one chocolate and one strawberry, and one bottle of strawberry-melon flavored... Thingie. The Shinigami left the store with his purchases and sat on a bench, just staring at the odd bottle in his hands. "Now how in the hell do I open this thing..." He tried just pulling on the top of the bottle, following the instructions, hell he even turned it upside down to see what the hell was obstructing the damn thing! This went on for at least five minutes, and eventually he just held the thing in his hands with a defeated look on his face. His features were pulled into a pout, the stupid juice bottle had bested him.
