Post by Ren Akasawa on Feb 17, 2023 22:10:58 GMT -5
Name: [Wannabe Vanden meets Wannabe Shini]
Participants: [Ren Akasawa and Caballero]
Location: [Karakura streets]
Plotline: [On an ordinary day, two swordsmen enamored by organizations they may or may not actually understand meet by chance.]
A light warm rain fell onto Karakura, something too weak to be called a 'storm'. Puddles rippled in the gentle breeze. A pleasant day all around. With no concern for shelter, Akasawa sat in the middle of a street, perched atop the slowly dissolving form of a slain hollow. Rust red light spilling from the tears in his ragged Vandenreich garb as it swayed in the wind, the overcast street tinted in his colors by the glow refracted off small puddles. The weather hadn't stopped him from taking the time to bask in that victory, something his flood-addled mind wanted to linger on for as long as possible.
It was rare that the self-proclaimed wolkenritter had found his entertainment this early in a day, normally he'd have spent the greater part of the day wandering around in search of any signs of shinigami or hollow activity. Well to be honest he couldn't even find an opponent most days. It was hard to track worthwhile enemies without sensing their reiatsu, and he wasn't about to sense anything through the thin and sluggish clouds that followed him everywhere he went. That meant he needed to try other means of finding his next matchup... Oh right, that was why he'd been sitting here. A dying hollow had plenty of potential as bait.
Something felt off. The would-be knight shifted his sitting position to one side, then to another, before he gave in and stepped down onto the street and turned back to see there wasn't enough of the hollow left to support his weight. "Can't a knight keep their trophies?" He hadn't thought through how short-lived spirit bodies could be, kept forgetting he couldn't just stack defeated hollows in a towering pile until it was so tall he could climb up and out of the mortal realm and into Silbern to claim a seat in the Emperor's presence. The vandenreich exile sighed, four more minutes and then he'd be on to the next quest, as wandering knights were wont to do.
Participants: [Ren Akasawa and Caballero]
Location: [Karakura streets]
Plotline: [On an ordinary day, two swordsmen enamored by organizations they may or may not actually understand meet by chance.]
A light warm rain fell onto Karakura, something too weak to be called a 'storm'. Puddles rippled in the gentle breeze. A pleasant day all around. With no concern for shelter, Akasawa sat in the middle of a street, perched atop the slowly dissolving form of a slain hollow. Rust red light spilling from the tears in his ragged Vandenreich garb as it swayed in the wind, the overcast street tinted in his colors by the glow refracted off small puddles. The weather hadn't stopped him from taking the time to bask in that victory, something his flood-addled mind wanted to linger on for as long as possible.
It was rare that the self-proclaimed wolkenritter had found his entertainment this early in a day, normally he'd have spent the greater part of the day wandering around in search of any signs of shinigami or hollow activity. Well to be honest he couldn't even find an opponent most days. It was hard to track worthwhile enemies without sensing their reiatsu, and he wasn't about to sense anything through the thin and sluggish clouds that followed him everywhere he went. That meant he needed to try other means of finding his next matchup... Oh right, that was why he'd been sitting here. A dying hollow had plenty of potential as bait.
Something felt off. The would-be knight shifted his sitting position to one side, then to another, before he gave in and stepped down onto the street and turned back to see there wasn't enough of the hollow left to support his weight. "Can't a knight keep their trophies?" He hadn't thought through how short-lived spirit bodies could be, kept forgetting he couldn't just stack defeated hollows in a towering pile until it was so tall he could climb up and out of the mortal realm and into Silbern to claim a seat in the Emperor's presence. The vandenreich exile sighed, four more minutes and then he'd be on to the next quest, as wandering knights were wont to do.