Post by Munemasa Iroka on Dec 7, 2022 21:35:36 GMT -5
It was late at night, and this was about the time humans were mostly at home with their families or alone, whichever fate they were lucky to possess, with supper in their bellies and thoughts of sleep in their heads. Many of them were even likely to be asleep at this time, it being the later half of the 10th hour, post meridiem. There would be people on the streets, but they would be more the exception than the rule: those whose work required them out and about this late, those whose business had stretched long enough to see them still out, and so on. Traffic was rather free, but dancing in the middle of the road would still be a foolish thing to do. Dancing in the middle of the road was never wise, in any case.
Speaking of roads, there seemed to be some curious activity going on along a particular stretch which, some distance from the city proper, was often unoccupied. It led to a section of the city of Tokyo which sat on the outskirts of the sprawling metro, which was usually deserted, no matter the time of the day. Whether due to the fact that 'accidents' seemed to happen there often, or people mysteriously disappeared, or some weird things happened there from time to time, the place had a bad reputation, and was often avoided, maybe except by stupid kids who were trying a dare.
Fortunately, this night, there were no kids, because the stupidity of youth might have persuaded them to attempt to find out what had left three long gashes on the abandoned road leading to that even more abandoned part of town. And the gashes were only the start of what would be a series of even more perplexing phenomena. Strange grooves in the road, patches of melted asphalt, smoking holes, and other things that would be clear signs to those who were aware of these things, that a battle had been fought here recently, and had most likely moved further into the abandoned district. And if one traveled further down the road, they would surely see a flash or two in the distance.
Presently, though, all seemed quiet. It was not quiet because the fight was over, but because there was merely a lull in the battle. Said lull existed, because one of the combatants was unwilling to continue the battle, and was hiding in the hopes that the other combatant would go away. Quite unlikely, but perhaps fate could decide to smile on the unwilling combatant, and whether due to frustration, boredom or something else, the more aggressive opponent would leave. The unwilling combatant was the Shinigami known as Munemasa Iroka.
Huddled up silently in the corner of an abandoned building halfway through its construction, the Shinigami waited silently for the other presence in the area to get tired and leave. It was a hollow, almost twice as big as a horse, and four-footed indeed it was, although despite its structure, it had no hooves. It was a giant goat, or at least it looked like one, though its white mask with rows upon rows of sharp teeth, as well as crossed eyes with black sclerae and yellow irides, gave it away as anything but a herbivore. Also, it had, at the end of each foot, three long and wicked claws. It was covered in shaggy black fur, with white stripes, and its horns spiraled away from the mask from which they protruded.
Iroka felt insulted. Of all the things that seemed to be likely to kill her, it had to be this ridiculous-looking goat. She had come to Tokyo on a simple mission, or so it had seemed at first. During a mission to Earth, some members of the 12th had mistakenly left behind some equipment. Tiny, but important. Since the Yonbantai was the division that did the stuff no one else wanted to do, the job was given to the 4th. After all, they had to make themselves useful, hadn't they? And so Iroka had taken the coordinates of the equipment, come to Tokyo, and retrieved it. Easy as pie.
Except for the goat. Shortly after the young Shinigami had retrieved what she had come for, a large black wound appeared in the night sky. It would have been invisible, but for the gouge through which the stars refused to shine. And from this interdimensional wound had come the hollow. Whether it was by chance or some predetermined matter, it had almost immediately taken notice of Iroka, and so had begun the battle, which soon evolved into a chase. Iroka, having realized that despite the hollow's noticing of her, its senses were rather poor, had decided to attempt to hide from it, in order for it to go away, as she wasn't sure she could kill it.
Didn't seem like the creature was taking the memo.
Zatoshi Kizukara
Speaking of roads, there seemed to be some curious activity going on along a particular stretch which, some distance from the city proper, was often unoccupied. It led to a section of the city of Tokyo which sat on the outskirts of the sprawling metro, which was usually deserted, no matter the time of the day. Whether due to the fact that 'accidents' seemed to happen there often, or people mysteriously disappeared, or some weird things happened there from time to time, the place had a bad reputation, and was often avoided, maybe except by stupid kids who were trying a dare.
Fortunately, this night, there were no kids, because the stupidity of youth might have persuaded them to attempt to find out what had left three long gashes on the abandoned road leading to that even more abandoned part of town. And the gashes were only the start of what would be a series of even more perplexing phenomena. Strange grooves in the road, patches of melted asphalt, smoking holes, and other things that would be clear signs to those who were aware of these things, that a battle had been fought here recently, and had most likely moved further into the abandoned district. And if one traveled further down the road, they would surely see a flash or two in the distance.
Presently, though, all seemed quiet. It was not quiet because the fight was over, but because there was merely a lull in the battle. Said lull existed, because one of the combatants was unwilling to continue the battle, and was hiding in the hopes that the other combatant would go away. Quite unlikely, but perhaps fate could decide to smile on the unwilling combatant, and whether due to frustration, boredom or something else, the more aggressive opponent would leave. The unwilling combatant was the Shinigami known as Munemasa Iroka.
Huddled up silently in the corner of an abandoned building halfway through its construction, the Shinigami waited silently for the other presence in the area to get tired and leave. It was a hollow, almost twice as big as a horse, and four-footed indeed it was, although despite its structure, it had no hooves. It was a giant goat, or at least it looked like one, though its white mask with rows upon rows of sharp teeth, as well as crossed eyes with black sclerae and yellow irides, gave it away as anything but a herbivore. Also, it had, at the end of each foot, three long and wicked claws. It was covered in shaggy black fur, with white stripes, and its horns spiraled away from the mask from which they protruded.
Iroka felt insulted. Of all the things that seemed to be likely to kill her, it had to be this ridiculous-looking goat. She had come to Tokyo on a simple mission, or so it had seemed at first. During a mission to Earth, some members of the 12th had mistakenly left behind some equipment. Tiny, but important. Since the Yonbantai was the division that did the stuff no one else wanted to do, the job was given to the 4th. After all, they had to make themselves useful, hadn't they? And so Iroka had taken the coordinates of the equipment, come to Tokyo, and retrieved it. Easy as pie.
Except for the goat. Shortly after the young Shinigami had retrieved what she had come for, a large black wound appeared in the night sky. It would have been invisible, but for the gouge through which the stars refused to shine. And from this interdimensional wound had come the hollow. Whether it was by chance or some predetermined matter, it had almost immediately taken notice of Iroka, and so had begun the battle, which soon evolved into a chase. Iroka, having realized that despite the hollow's noticing of her, its senses were rather poor, had decided to attempt to hide from it, in order for it to go away, as she wasn't sure she could kill it.
Didn't seem like the creature was taking the memo.
Zatoshi Kizukara