Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2020 20:59:44 GMT -5
I can definitely say I am NEVER going in there again. Scratch that, any of these shops. I know I was asked to bring a movie back but nothing in there could possibly be what they wanted. . . at least. . . I hope not. . . Shitoke glanced back at the shop's entrance with a highly concerned gaze, his frown accentuated by his scars at the sides of his lips to make his frown look even deeper. The shop was one of many in the red light district of Tokyo and boy did it show. Women were plastered over the entrance and hell even a few men were at the ends of said shop sign. None were nude but they were in awkward positions which Shitoke hadn’t noticed upon his initial entrance to the shop. He’d seen school uniforms and had assumed that maybe he was in an educational movie store. Boy was it educational, but not about ANYTHING he wanted to learn about. And no he wasn’t going to think about the one DvD he saw where the female damn near grinding on not one monster but two she was sandwiched between. The worst part was they were so strange and hyper sexualized that it actually scared Shitoke more than it ever intended to.
Needless to say he was happy to have been a spiritual being because he had sprinted out via the nearest wall and ended up in the back alleys of the red light district. He took a moment to breath before sitting down on the ground, pushing over some trash before he fully committed to sitting. His nerves were on fire and his paranoia strong. No he wasn’t in the Soul Society but that didn’t mean he was safe from “them”. He probably just hadn’t found “them” yet or maybe if he was lucky they had lost him amongst the crowd. He was mildly strong spiritually but nothing to write home about and with this many bodies walking down the street to his right it’d be hard to find even a fairly strong spiritual entity if they were careful. It was a double edged sword for Shitoke this crowd but he had to trust that using the Squad 12’s senkaimon they had tucked away meant that he was safe for at least a short while from “them”. He glanced back at the street once he’d calmed his heart rate some before sighing. “What am I going to do with this city? I can barely read the kanji and the people are so bunched up together that it’s making me lose it just from how parts of me are bumping into people. . . I can’t even apologize for the argument that got started on my behalf. .”
Shitoke glanced up to the sky for a moment and closed his eyes before taking another deep breath. He just had to focus for a little while and keep his mind in check. Remind himself what was going on and stop losing it. Alright let’s go over what we know to be fact. 1. People cannot see me. Well 99% of people anyway. Odds aren’t in my favor that there’s no one spiritually aware here but the crowd does hide me from sight. Moving on, 2. I’m here for one movie. I get to pick and I’ve even got money to leave at the counter. 3. I’ve a gigai I can pull out and put away easily but it still looks like me. Well. . it adapts if I recall to look like me. Hopefully I won’t scare whoever I interact with. And 4. I know a couple things to keep me safe if a fight breaks out. Hollow, quincy, whatever. Worst case I continue to Shunpo until my legs break or I get to safety. Whichever comes first.
Not exactly the best note to leave things on but hey, it could be worse. He opened his eyes and looked back at the crowd. They wouldn’t see him. Not without the gigai and he wasn’t putting that on until he needed to pay for his movie. He wanted as little people to see him as possible, keep his unusual visage hidden. But he needed to keep looking for stores, hopefully not x-rated, and the only way to do that was to keep walking down the street. He really hoped it would end soon because he was almost desperate to get away from this street if only so he wouldn’t find any other “exotic” movies like the one that shall not be mentioned. For now though he had to get moving. The longer he took, the later movie night would be, and it was already 8pm. Too much later and it might be cancelled. And lord knew Shitoke would rather cut off his left arm than skip movie night, let alone be the reason it was skipped. He wouldn’t be able to look at the squad for at least several weeks. He shuddered at the thought alone and quickly got up from the ground. “Alright let’s hope I last longer this time rather than a couple minutes in this crowd.”
Without further delay Shitoke walked back into the ground. Causing an initial stir of looks due to people thinking someone bumped into them only to find someone other than the culprit himself. Once he was in the thick of the mob though this got progressively less apparent as it would only happen every couple minutes. Still if Shitoke had any intention of being hidden that wasn’t going to come as he was just a bit over 6 foot tall, tanned, had ashen hair, but most importantly his sclera were black. Not to mention his scars on either end of his mouth. He stood out like a sore thumb to anyone who could actually see him. And to top the whole curious display he was very apparently nervous as his eyes kept looking around. Hell he’d even stop and look behind him every once in a while before moving on. Shitoke couldn’t be missed unless you were blind.
Needless to say he was happy to have been a spiritual being because he had sprinted out via the nearest wall and ended up in the back alleys of the red light district. He took a moment to breath before sitting down on the ground, pushing over some trash before he fully committed to sitting. His nerves were on fire and his paranoia strong. No he wasn’t in the Soul Society but that didn’t mean he was safe from “them”. He probably just hadn’t found “them” yet or maybe if he was lucky they had lost him amongst the crowd. He was mildly strong spiritually but nothing to write home about and with this many bodies walking down the street to his right it’d be hard to find even a fairly strong spiritual entity if they were careful. It was a double edged sword for Shitoke this crowd but he had to trust that using the Squad 12’s senkaimon they had tucked away meant that he was safe for at least a short while from “them”. He glanced back at the street once he’d calmed his heart rate some before sighing. “What am I going to do with this city? I can barely read the kanji and the people are so bunched up together that it’s making me lose it just from how parts of me are bumping into people. . . I can’t even apologize for the argument that got started on my behalf. .”
Shitoke glanced up to the sky for a moment and closed his eyes before taking another deep breath. He just had to focus for a little while and keep his mind in check. Remind himself what was going on and stop losing it. Alright let’s go over what we know to be fact. 1. People cannot see me. Well 99% of people anyway. Odds aren’t in my favor that there’s no one spiritually aware here but the crowd does hide me from sight. Moving on, 2. I’m here for one movie. I get to pick and I’ve even got money to leave at the counter. 3. I’ve a gigai I can pull out and put away easily but it still looks like me. Well. . it adapts if I recall to look like me. Hopefully I won’t scare whoever I interact with. And 4. I know a couple things to keep me safe if a fight breaks out. Hollow, quincy, whatever. Worst case I continue to Shunpo until my legs break or I get to safety. Whichever comes first.
Not exactly the best note to leave things on but hey, it could be worse. He opened his eyes and looked back at the crowd. They wouldn’t see him. Not without the gigai and he wasn’t putting that on until he needed to pay for his movie. He wanted as little people to see him as possible, keep his unusual visage hidden. But he needed to keep looking for stores, hopefully not x-rated, and the only way to do that was to keep walking down the street. He really hoped it would end soon because he was almost desperate to get away from this street if only so he wouldn’t find any other “exotic” movies like the one that shall not be mentioned. For now though he had to get moving. The longer he took, the later movie night would be, and it was already 8pm. Too much later and it might be cancelled. And lord knew Shitoke would rather cut off his left arm than skip movie night, let alone be the reason it was skipped. He wouldn’t be able to look at the squad for at least several weeks. He shuddered at the thought alone and quickly got up from the ground. “Alright let’s hope I last longer this time rather than a couple minutes in this crowd.”
Without further delay Shitoke walked back into the ground. Causing an initial stir of looks due to people thinking someone bumped into them only to find someone other than the culprit himself. Once he was in the thick of the mob though this got progressively less apparent as it would only happen every couple minutes. Still if Shitoke had any intention of being hidden that wasn’t going to come as he was just a bit over 6 foot tall, tanned, had ashen hair, but most importantly his sclera were black. Not to mention his scars on either end of his mouth. He stood out like a sore thumb to anyone who could actually see him. And to top the whole curious display he was very apparently nervous as his eyes kept looking around. Hell he’d even stop and look behind him every once in a while before moving on. Shitoke couldn’t be missed unless you were blind.
{Skills/Stats}
Stats:
Strength: 30
Speed: 50
RS: 50 (2x) = 100
SPPR: 50 (2x) = 100
Instinct: 50
Senses: 50
ES: 0
HE: 0
LA: 0
DA: 100
Skills (10/15)
Strength of Will - 1
Martial arts: Hakuda - 1
Custom Skill: Curses - 1
Kido - 1
Mental Incantation - 1
Anti-Stealth - 1
Poison Resist - 1
Battle Analysis - 1
Bleeding Tolerance - 1
Damage recovery - 1
Stats:
Strength: 30
Speed: 50
RS: 50 (2x) = 100
SPPR: 50 (2x) = 100
Instinct: 50
Senses: 50
ES: 0
HE: 0
LA: 0
DA: 100
Skills (10/15)
Strength of Will - 1
Martial arts: Hakuda - 1
Custom Skill: Curses - 1
Kido - 1
Mental Incantation - 1
Anti-Stealth - 1
Poison Resist - 1
Battle Analysis - 1
Bleeding Tolerance - 1
Damage recovery - 1