Post by Alacrán on Jul 17, 2023 12:31:21 GMT -5
It was a peaceful afternoon in the wilderness of the Rukongai, the woods filled with the sounds of its inhabitants as they went on about their normal everyday lives. Yet today would be anything but normal if the dimensional tear in space was to indicate anything, the mouth-like portal, a garganta, opening up to allow a tall and handsome, dark-skinned man with long wavy black hair that was tied into a ponytail to step out, who observed the space around him. The sun, or whatever was the source of light for the Soul Society, was rather bright as it had been some time since Alacrán had been exposed to anything similar. He also found the vibrant greens of the forest rather offensive, doing everything in his power to not just lash out and destroy everything in his immediate vicinity.
Instead he simply begins to stroll through the forest. He wondered how long it would take for the Shinigami to swarm in on him. He knew they had methods of locating Hollows but he wondered if they could tell that he was one while in the gigai. Perhaps they had registered the garganta opening up but not him, in which case that'd be perfect for him as he would be able to stroll around with little worry of being discovered. At least as long as he didn't stick around in the area. While he obviously doesn't appear like a Hollow or an Arrancar, that doesn't mean suspicion wouldn't be cast upon him if he was found right now. So he picked up his pace as he hurried out of the forest, nearing the outermost regions of the Rukongai, his first time being here.
He was surprised to find that these outer districts were rather rural and seemed almost shady considering what this place was supposed to be. He stood out with his stark white coat and tight fitting black pants and dress shoes. The residents of this particular section of the Rukongai seemed rather weary of him, not sure what to make of him. Alacrán glances around, trying to locate which of them would know how to get a hold of the Shinigami. Of course, he could just wait for one to show up in response to his garganta but he'd rather spend as little time here, not wanting to risk giving the Shinigami time to capture him when they figured out what he was.
However it seemed that the residents around here were being a fairly bit uncooperative, whittling away at Alacrán's already small patience. At some point he stopped being civil with the man he'd been talking to and now had him pinned up against a wall with his hands wrapped around his throat, "Aye'll ask one las" time ol'man. How da 'ell do aye git da Shinigami ta come 'ere?" Alacrán was resisting the urge to just kill the man, the only thing holding him back was the likelihood of doing such a thing would lead to a confrontation with whoever shows up.
Of course the scene that was taking place right now wasn't any better but at least no one had been seriously injured yet. After another minute of listening to the old man's pleas, Alacrán finally tossed him to the side with disgust as he turned away from him and headed further into the districts. He'd find the districts get somewhat nicer the further he travels however still somewhat rural. He hoped a Shinigami showed up before he got too close to the center.