Post by ✱Paiva "Amalia" Vollbrecht✱ on Dec 11, 2016 20:49:43 GMT -5
Passing through the bustling Rukongai district, one may eventually happen upon areas resting in silence. Today, the silence is accompanied by a shadow that creeps across the ground. The slithering shadow's pace is steady as it inches toward the center of the district. The shadow abruptly transforms, expanding like a balloon filling with air. It invades the air and a black mass pulsates in the middle of the district. The motion of the district is halted, paralyzed by the body emerging from the shadowy mass. The air was still, the residents of the region watching in awe.
Pulling her body from the shadows, Amalia emerges and stands on Soul Society soil. She took a deep breath, a sense of joy washing over her face. Her eyes remained closed as the residents of the district continued to crowd around her. "You gape as if you've never laid eyes on an angel before." Amalia's voice echoed across the silent marketplace, dismantling the heavy silence. She opened her eyes and gazed warmly at her audience. "I have always had a particular fondness for admirers, but only when their admiration is done with more refinement. That appears to be something sorely lacking from this region of the Soul Society. This might as well be the wasteland." She scoffed and furrowed her brow, glaring at the surrounding structures with notable disgust.
She wasn't the least bit surprised that something like this existed in the Soul Society. The Gotei 13 masquerade as saviors, but they do very little saving. They reside in the well-manicured Seireitei while the rest of the souls are left to linger among the filth of the many decrepit districts known as the Rukongai. She grimaced disapprovingly at the conditions of the area before taking a couple steps forward. She appeared to be searching for something. Her body was present, but her mind was elsewhere. She peered into the distance, her body attempting to sense something familiar, something notable.
It wasn't long before Amalia's head perked up, having detected something of particular value. Without minding her audience, she proceeded forward and entered the crowd of people. Unfortunately, their shock left them mystified by her presence and equally intrigued about her identity. She didn't resemble a Shinigami, so who could she be. Amalia abruptly stopped and tensed her body slightly. "Must you crowd me like this you ill-mannered rubes." Her irritation was quickly on the rise. They continued to gawk and mutter to themselves. "You live among the filth for too long and you become no better than feral animals." Amalia shook her head and placed her fingers on the bridge of her nose. "I didn't much mind the staring when I first arrived, but it has become excessive. To make matters worse, you flock around me like birds. When nobility stands before you, you must step-aside and more importantly KNEEL!" She shouted angrily, her spiritual pressure raining down on them. The citizens surrounding her collapsed to the floor, her spiritual pressure shattering their bones. Men, woman, and children. It was all the same to Amalia. She couldn't care less, especially because they were under the protection of the Shinigami.
She stepped over the bodies as she marched forward. "You even die rudely... Strewn about, blocking my path with your filthy bodies. You manage to be a nuisance while dead, too." Amalia made her way deeper into the Rukongai, venturing closer to the person she came to see. She was pleasantly surprised to see so many dead bodies, as this was a sign of just how far her spiritual pressure could reach. "I'm impressed myself..." She said with a hearty chuckle. "Where could this wretched peasant be hiding." Suddenly worry painted her face. "Oh, shit! Damn!" She explained loudly. "What if the pulse of my spiritual pressure killed my target?! Oh shit! DAMN!" She stomped her foot into the ground childishly as she stared forward.
She was angry at herself. Her recklessness could have potentially spoiled all her fun, which means she came here for nothing. "Ruining my own fun...how foolish of me." She reprimanded herself aloud as she neared a set of dilapidated buildings. "If anyone is alive, I want you to come out here now and provide me information. If you choose to continue to hide, I will simply level this whole place. Your choice." Suddenly a weak, frail man hobbled from inside the home. He approached Amalia and stared at her. "Tell me where I can find someone that goes by the name 'Joyuse.' Awful name, isn't it?"
The man nodded politely, likely agreeing with Amalia only to avoid certain death. "She lives in a small cottage just beyond these section of the city. You'll know you're there because of the lush grass." Amalia stared at the man sternly for a moment before smiling brightly. "A small cottage surrounding by lush grass, huh? Sounds quaint. Much better than this place, in fact." Amalia simply walked past the man without thanking him and continued to travel in the direction he advised. Amalia's expression flattened as her body halted. "Oh, I almost forgot..." She slowly turned her body and looked back at the elderly man, who was still standing where she left him.
"I never properly thanked you for complying." She tilted her head and smiled before forming a bow created from pure reishi. The area was rich in reishi, which freely poured into her bow. She released a large arrow that hurtled toward the old man, detonating as it struck him. He was incinerated as the explosion ate away at the nearby buildings. Amalia smiled quietly and begin walking away as the explosion wreaked havoc. She traveled for a few more minutes before reaching the grassy area the deceased man spoke of. "So, this is where my lovely target lives, eh? I better get this started, otherwise those Shinigami will be sniffing around before I can fully enjoy my kill." She approached the small, drab home. She stood outside of it and stared for a moment. "Knock, Knock...you have a visitor. Come out and say hello."
